Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

BLAZE

T he loud, piercing noise of my phone alarm drags me from my dreams. Disappointment fills me.

Damn.

Can't I have just five more minutes? I was dreaming of him . Again. Ever since I escaped Orson's grasp, I've been dreaming of the sexy stranger. Someone I'd never seen before, and probably made up, or hell, maybe I'd seen the beautiful demon in passing that day; either way, he's filled my dreams for months.

Groaning, I reach for my phone on my nightstand and turn off the alarm. I glance down at my morning wood. There's no way I can leave until I take care of this empty feeling inside of me. I need to be filled. Pulling out some lube and my favorite toy, I take care of my situation, surprised at how fast I come.

It only takes me a few minutes after that to shower, whip up breakfast, and get ready for work. But the whole time my mind wanders back to my vivid dream.

This morning was different, though. My dream lingered, the images clear. And, the part that confused me about everything, was the pretty demon had the same exact golden-colored eyes as my shadow savior. What are the chances? I shake the images of my dream away. There's no way they're the same creature. It's just wishful thinking.

I lock up my apartment and make my way to Rook's Apothecary, making sure I don't walk by the usual shops my family frequents. Silently, I make a promise to visit them as soon as I feel settled and know my new job will work out. I don't want to disappoint them if I need to leave sooner rather than later. I just hope they can forgive me for staying away for so long.

The morning flashes by as I work with Rook to prepare some of the magical plants and herbs I found yesterday. He teaches me his process and then we continue on, creating several potions and bottling them for sale. I get along with Rook easily and can see us becoming fast friends. The love and passion the big wolf has for his shop and spellwork are inspiring.

He tells me about a one-sided crush he has on a mysterious witch who walks by his shop every morning, and I encourage him to introduce himself. The poor guy shies away from the notion, convinced that the younger witch will be frightened by his cursed wolf's body. I don't bother telling Rook he's handsome, half-shifted and all, because I get the feeling he won't believe me. It only takes us chatting most of the morning away before I finally let the curiosity get to me.

"So." I tap my fingers nervously against my jeans. "You mentioned another co-worker?"

Rook nods, placing the remaining flowers into a vase. "There's two, actually. My sister, Lyla, who's out of town at the moment, and Castiel."

"Castiel," I repeat, the name practically rolling off my tongue. I kind of love that name. Could he be the one I met at the park yesterday?

"Well, he goes by Cass. He's a sweet demon with a hyper yet happy personality. Never met another demon so jovial. He might look as angelic and innocent as anything," Rook says, chuckling. "But Cass is stronger than most of the paranormal beings here in Heart's Hollow."

"A demon. Huh." My heart pounds despite my calm tone. "And what does Cass look like?"

Rook arches a brow with a small smile on his face. "He'll be here any moment. I asked him to clock in late today. I didn't want you two getting…distracted."

This time, I cock my brow. "Distracted?" What the hell? Does Rook know something? Is this about the person who gave me the flower yesterday?

"Nothing." Rook chuckles, waving his hand in the air. "You'll see."

"Okay, because that isn't ominous," I mumble.

Rook picks up the last of the glass potion bottles and places them on the shelf in the front window display. "Oh, speak of the devil."

The bell chimes as a man—no, a demon—walks through the front door. He's short, or at least a solid eight inches shorter than my six-foot-four. His blond hair is parted to the side, and his blue shirt clings to his slim, toned frame. My gaze wanders to his face.

I suck in a deep breath.

Somehow, I keep my body from trembling when I peer into eyes that are so similar to my demon's.

My demon . Because that's what I've been calling him in my dreams. My mysterious demon with the angelic eyes. Confusion floods through me. I thought it was wishful thinking that the demon from my dreams might have those same golden eyes. What are the chances that this really is the person who saved me from Orson?

Hope threatens to fill my chest as I peer over at this demon with his swishing tail and feathered black wings tucked in close to his body.

"Hi," he says, biting his plush lip.

"This is Cass," Rook says somewhere behind me. But I barely hear him over the thrumming of my blood.

My heart pounds as I close the distance between us. Is it him?

"Hi," I reply, still guarded. "Are you the person I met at the park yesterday?"

He nods, still chewing on that poor, abused bottom lip. He's nervous. His tail swishes again like an irritated cat in heat. Then I see it, a quick flash of crimson pupils before reverting to gold.

"Show me your true self," I demand.

Castiel's eyes widen. Before I know it, he reaches forward and grabs my hand. For some reason, I don't pull my hand back. Instead, I grasp tighter, as if he's the lifeline I've been searching for all this time.

"We'll be right back, Rook," Castiel says, tugging me out the door. I follow him easily as he leads me around the corner and up a set of iron stairs out back. He drops my hand and pulls out a set of keys to open the door.

My fingers twitch, already missing his warmth.

We step through the front door, and I'm shocked when I realize we are in someone's home. Castiel's apartment. Don't ask me how I know, I just do. Someone would think that Rook would live above his shop, but I can tell this isn't the wolf's apartment as I stare at the colorful array of throw pillows on the sofa.

Once inside, he flips back around to face me, a strand of his blond hair falling into his golden eyes. "I thought it was important if we had privacy?—"

I raise my hand, silencing him mid-sentence. "Show me your true self," I demand again.

"This is my true form," he says with a slow drawl. "Well, one of them."

"Then show me the other one," I plead.

"Blaze," he whispers, trembling.

Is he still nervous?

My face scrunches in confusion. A demon as powerful as Castiel has no reason to be nervous around me, despite our size difference.

I can feel the magic radiating off of Castiel. He's powerful. More powerful than me. But rather than scare me, the idea excites me. Castiel is so fucking pretty, and if he wanted, I could be at his mercy in a matter of moments. The thought is thrilling and has me hardening in my jeans.

I trace my fingers lightly down his jawline. It's a silent reassurance I hope he understands.

He nods and closes his eyes before letting out a deep breath.

Shadows swirl around his body. His form becomes translucent as it turns to black smoke. In this form, I can make out the shape of their body and the features of their face. They must have drained a lot of their life force, saving me all those months ago, because back then I couldn't make out their full figure. Either way, they're still beautiful. In all forms.

"It really is you." I grin.

Castiel nods. "It's me, pretty witch." I caress a hand through their shadows and they shiver. "Can you feel that?"

They nod again and open their eyes; the gold swirling with crimson.

I continue to run my hands through their shadows. Curiosity gets the best of me and my fingers trace the outline of where I imagine their bulge will be.

They swallow hard. "Keep doing that, witch, and I can't guarantee I'll be able to stop myself," Castiel rasps.

My pulse picks up. "Stop yourself from what?"

"Claiming you," he growls.

My eyes wander up to his. "What if I want you to, Castiel?" I whisper.

They moan. "Fuck, my name never sounded so good."

"Castiel," I repeat. "Please."

My sexy demon solidifies, his tail swaying seductively, and a damn smirk in place as his eyes trail over my body. His golden eyes darken as he pauses on the bulge growing in my pants.

He presses his tiny, powerful body against mine, trapping me between him and the door. "I'm warning you: if you want to change your mind, tell me now. I can only hold back for so long."

Fuck .

I don't want him to hold back. Leaning down, I lightly press my mouth against his soft lips. He tastes faintly of mint and an addicting flavor that seems to be all him. His lips are warm and demanding as they move against mine. I moan as he takes the lead. His hands reach for my shoulders, lifting himself up as he jumps onto my body, legs wrapping around my middle.

His fingers grasp my face, angling me into a position he wants, while he tips my chin up. I gasp at his dominance and he takes advantage of my parted lips by licking his way into my mouth.

My arms wrap around him, and my hands cup his ass, holding him up. It's the only thing I can do as Castiel takes control. His long, forked tongue strokes mine as he growls into my mouth. This kiss is unlike anything I've felt before. It's all-consuming. Life altering.

Finally, he pulls his lips away from mine. His sharp teeth graze my neck and I tip my head back, giving him better access. I expect him to bite me, but instead, he groans and licks my neck.

"Please," I beg, too far gone in my lust to realize that I'm fully submitting to this demon, and too far gone to realize I've never felt so safe.

"Don't worry, pretty witch. I know exactly what you need." Castiel drops to his knees, unbuttoning my pants and yanking them down with inhuman speed. My hard cock springs forward, the tip already leaking with precum.

"Such a pretty cock, Blaze. Is this for me?" He licks the underside of my dick, and I shudder.

"Fuck. Feels so good."

He licks me again, this time pulling one of my balls into his mouth and sucking before letting go with a pop.

I pant. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I've never been so damn hard before.

"Want to hear something funny?" He glances up at me, eyes sparkling. "Yesterday I had to leave you at the park because you got me so damn worked up. As soon as I was home, I slammed the door shut and leaned against the door, right here. Right where you're standing."

Castiel's fingers wrap around my length. He strokes my cock as he continues to tell me the story.

"And do you know what I had to do to myself as I leaned against the door?"

I shake my head.

"I was so hard for you. So. Damn. Hard," he says as he peppers kisses on my lips. "I had to whip out my cock and touch myself. Too damn desperate for your tight little hole to even walk to my bedroom."

My eyes widen at his filthy words, and my dick jerks with excitement.

He licks me again, forked tongue trying to trace over the thick veins on my cock.

"Wha—what?"

He chuckles. "What did I do next?"

I nod, grateful he understands.

"I jerked off, thinking about you. Only, in my head, you were on your knees while I fed you my cock. You were helpless and desperate. Slurping me up until I came. In my mind, you loved being dominated. Is that true, Blaze?" His hand wraps around my throat. "Do you want me to dominate you?"

I slam my eyes shut, willing my throbbing cock not to come, when suddenly the warm suction of Castiel's lips wraps around me. Oh gods.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I choke out. "Castiel, I'm so close. So clo—fuck, I'm going to come."

His head bobs faster, driving me crazy. He sinks lower onto my cock, throat convulsing as he works me over. His golden eyes are round, almost innocent, when they trail up my body, never stopping.

My heart races and my toes curl.

Next thing I know, I roar, coming hard as I fill his pretty mouth with my cum.

Castiel catches me as I fall forward, boneless and happy. I smile at my demon as darkness starts to creep up on my vision. This has to be a dream.

"Not a dream, pretty witch," Castiel replies, easily lifting my huge frame and carrying me to my bedroom.

I giggle, wondering what it must look like to have someone so tiny carrying me like a damsel in distress.

"Totally another dream," I reply, letting the darkness take me under.

When I come awake, I'm shocked to see Castiel writhing next to me in bed. "Cass, what's wrong?"

My eyes trail down to his hand. He's stroking himself. As if my body didn't just experience the most powerful orgasm of my life, my dick gets hard again. "What's happening to me?"

Castiel moans. "I need to be inside of you."

"Okay," I say, slowly. "But I just came. I've never been this hard again right after coming."

"It's the pull between us. It's what happens when you finally meet your mate."

"Mate?" I squeak… but the word already feels so damn right.

"I know, pretty human," Castiel groans. "We need to talk first, but I can't think straight. I've been fighting this ever since I saw you again."

I lick my lips, watching my demon—my mate, apparently—thrust his cock in the air, needy for me. Suddenly, I remember how desperate I was to be filled this morning, and the toy I stretched myself out on.

"It's okay, Castiel. I want you to fuck me. I'm already prepped for you."

Castiel gasps. "Fuck, Blaze, baby. Don't tease me."

Rolling onto my stomach, I arch my round ass into the air like an offering. Castiel growls, climbing over me and slowly pushing inside.

"Oh fuck, you're big," I pant. He feels so damn good. Once that delicious stretch is over and my body accommodates to his girth, he pounds into me with the roughness I've always craved. When he tugs me up onto all fours and sinks back inside of me, I come when his ribbed tail wraps around my cock and strokes to the rhythm of his thrusts.

We both come hard, only this time we're both boneless when I fall asleep.

Two orgasms later, and Castiel's phone pings. He chuckles and flips his phone around so I can read the screen.

Rook: Hey, Cass. Congratulations. Take your time, just not too much time. I expect both of you back in the shop tomorrow morning.

"Looks like we have the day off."

I squirm around in my sexy demon's arms. He loosens them long enough for me to get settled before looping them around my shoulders, while his tail wraps possessively around my thick calf. He presses a kiss on my temple.

How can he be so tiny yet already make me feel this cherished?