THIRTY ONE

Azeroth

I'm no fucking good for her.

Of course, that doesn't stop me. I cling to her thighs while my heart rages in my chest and my palms sweat. I don't know what to do, but pretending I don't want her is impossible in the face of her need now she's in front of me. How can she still want me after I treated her so coldly?

She does, though. So much it sends a spurt of energy into me, making magic flow in my veins, setting my head spinning.

Elodie stares down at me, her big brown eyes wide with compassion and care. For how much longer? I'm so desperate for her my chest physically aches. I cling to her tightly, hoping she can't see the depths of my pathetic need. It's so big I can't contain it, though. I need just a little of the way she makes me feel like someone worthy of her affection. Maybe even her love.

A spark bursts from me, shoots from the tips of my fingers through Elodie, filling her with my raw need. She stumbles in my hold just for a moment. Her eyelids flutter closed. When she opens her eyes again, the pupils are huge and her chest rises and falls rapidly. "What was that?"

"You feel that? That's how I feel damn near every second I'm around you. I can't help it. Even when I'm not around you." I break off, suddenly realizing how unfair on her that is. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let that happen."

Her fingers thread through my hair. "I liked it. I need more. It was awful thinking you didn't want me, but you did, didn't you? This whole time."

I nod. I should stop now. This isn't right, clouding her head like this. Only, I can't stop the magic of desire that spreads now from her to me, then from me back to her, making us both ache for it. Another ripple of need courses through me and into her.

She moans.

"I just want to be good to you, angel," I whisper. "That's all I want. I promise. That's all I was trying to do. Only, Mordicus—"

I can't, can I? Even when I'm trying to do the right thing, I still fail her. "I'm sorry, Elodie. If my magic worked that way, I'd transform myself. Instead of being a demon, I'd be a man. One you could truly love."

She sucks in a breath. I'm so attuned to her body, I sense her heart beats, her pulse throbbing in her wrists and throat. "I do love you, Azeroth. Exactly the way you are."

My heart jumps into my sternum and my next words are rough with emotion. "I think I love you too, Elodie. Is this what love feels like? Because I've felt lust, but this is so much bigger. I've fucking written the book on sin, but this is better. This is everything."

Something huge is welling in my core, threatening to consume every part of me until I can't do anything but release it into her.

Elodie sighs. She glances at the door to the conference room. It's still closed. It isn't locked, though. I think she's planning her escape, but then I get a flicker of what's really in her head.

Need throbs through her so hard my cock is immediately hard, pressing at the seam of my tailored trousers to get to her. "You are always so sweet to me."

I can't help it. I rub my nose against her, savoring her scent as it grows even stronger. "I could be better. Just tell me. Anything you want. It's yours."

For a long moment, she says nothing. The longer the silence goes on, the greater my desperation grows. How am I supposed to keep away from her when all I want is to keep her? How can I be everything she needs?

I'm clinging to her too tightly. My claws might hurt her.

"Azeroth, do you want me?"

Startled, I look up. "Of course!" I can't believe she could even question that after my magic leaked straight into her like that. "I've never wanted anything more than I want you," I tell her truthfully.

A cautious smile creeps onto her face. "But now?"

My cock swells impossibly and my heart pounds faster. I open my mouth to ask if she's joking, but clamp my lips shut tight again. I'm not stupid.

I concentrate for a moment and reach my mind toward the unlocked door. The sound of the lock clicking into place is barely audible in the quiet room.

Elodie smiles then. A full smile that feels like it dims every other light in the room. "That's a yes, then?"

"Fuck, yes. Now find somewhere to sit, sweet. I can't have you falling down."

She sucks in a breath and blindly walks backward until the backs of her thighs meet the large wooden table in the center of the room. "Like here?" Her voice is breathy. Full of need.

Mine or hers? I can't tell anymore. I don't even bother getting off my knees. Instead, I crawl to her on the floor like a beast. When I reach her I run the tip of my nose along the inside of her thigh and inhale deeply, drawing in the scent of her and memorizing it as if it isn't already stamped on my heart. I push the hem of her skirt higher, then higher still. Until I'm rubbing my nose against the damp fabric of her panties.

"Azeroth, that's all I need to know. It doesn't matter—"

"Shhh." I slip a finger beneath the seam of her panties to tug them aside. "It does matter and I am going to make it up to you, one orgasm at a time until you forgive me. Then I'm going to beg you again after I've told you everything. But first..."

I bring my mouth forward, latching on and suckling against her already wet folds. My cock throbs against the seam of my trousers. It's probably already leaking. I need to be inside her.

I stroke myself over my clothing. Even that is enough to have me right on the edge.

Nothing sings to me the way her delicate, tart, sweet flavor ripens to richness on my palate, and nothing makes me hungry for more the way it lingers on my skin after I've touched her. I could drown in her for hours.

My tongue laps up more of her salty juices and I moan. I'm so tempted to take out my cock to stroke it properly, but if I do there's no way I'll last. And I'm not coming before she does. Not a fucking chance.

I tease up and down her slit, flicking my tongue closer and closer to her clit, almost but not quite touching, just like I know she needs. She squirms more and more, until finally I plant my mouth right there, sucking her, drawing her in, gripping her tight and pulling her harder against me.

Elodie's fingers threads through my hair and she gasps my name. "Oh, you're so good at that. Mmm, yes!"

I have no idea why she hasn't told me to leave her the fuck alone. No doubt, when she finds out what I've done, she will. I can't think about that right now. Not with her need screaming at me and her taste on my tongue.

"Yes, God, yes, please. I love the way you make me feel."

Oh, fuck. I need more of this. I should stop. I should tell her to stop giving me all her sweet words. I don't deserve them. I will though. I'll make sure of it.

She bucks against my mouth and I keep drinking her in feverishly.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop, oh, God, Azeroth!"

I'm not going to fucking stop. I'm not going to stop until she comes all over my tongue. Until she tells me she's good and done. My cock aches. I ignore it. I don't deserve to come do I?

If she knew what I did, would she still let me do this for her?

I doubt it.

So here I am, once again stealing something from her she wouldn't give to me if she knew.