Which meant…the warmth blooming in my chest had nothing to do with the physical heat of the demon holding me close in his arms.
“So you’ve been watching me for—maybe ten years. Or not quite that long, since I don’t know when I got through to you. How old was I when you first saw me? Did you—”
He cut me off with a low, defensive-sounding rumble of, “It’s not as creepy as it sounds. I was also a juvenile of my kind when I first started watching you. Time passes differently where I’m from, but I’ve only been considered competent to issue death challenges to other adults for a few human years. I thought you’d given up. But then this time—I don’t understand how it worked, especially with that fucking pink salt, but I think it’s probably because you really meant it. Intent counts for more than petty details. Anyway, I don’t care. I’m here.”
For a second, I was too hung up on “death challenges” to process the rest of it. Fucking seriously? No wonder he didn’t want to sleep with any of his own species if that was how they interacted on a day-to-day basis.
And then it really hit me: I’d had a horny teenage demon spying on me the whole time I’d been putting on that cloak and lighting candles and chanting in my bedroom at my mom’s house.
If I’d known, horny teenage human me would’ve been so fucking turned on I’d have been jerking off every ten minutes instead of twice a day.
But…gods, he’d probably heard my sister using her childhood nickname for me. My mom trying to tactfully tell me to wash my own socks when I’d…used them. And a million other intimate, deeply embarrassing details about me and my life and my family.
After a while, the door stayed cracked open all the time.
He’d seeneverything. Including all the times I did jerk off, with or without a sock.
And…
“Oh, fuck,” I choked. “You saw—how much did you—there was that time when I was eighteen and I was finally old enough to go to the adult store and I bought that really big dildo and tried to get it all the way—oh gods,” I wailed, as he slid his hand down to my hip and grasped me hard enough to bruise, slamming his cock back in as deep as it would go.
“Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Yes, I fucking watched you all red-faced and moaning while you tried to stuff that huge thing up your sweet ass. I imagined it was me. And now it is. I’m bigger than that,” he added, in a low snarl. “Bigger and all the way inside.”
“Yes,” I gasped, as my cock hardened after all and my body strained to hold him and all of his demon come. The wet squelching sounds of his thick cock moving inside me again almost drowned me out. He’d rolled me half onto my stomach, folding me in half, and I had to struggle for every breath. “Please. More. All the way in, Xan, yes—”
He pounded into me so hard I couldn’t speak anymore, making me devolve into panting moans as he fucked me through the mattress, squirming under him, spread so wide my hips ached.
It didn’t matter. It was the best thing I’d ever felt. If he’d done this to me when I was eighteen I’d have fallen so head-over-heels in love with him, especially if he smiled and held me and cared about my pleasure and told me he’d been watching me because I was pretty and made him laugh.
The second time I came on his cock, he bit my shoulder, digging those fangs in enough to prick my skin and send a sharp, unbearably sweet spike of pleasure-pain straight down my spine and into my stuffed hole and drawn-tight balls.
My orgasm exploded, all my limbs going rigid, my vision whiting out.
Xan filled me again, deep and hot, wrapped around me, the two of us tangled together so tightly I couldn’t tell us apart.
As I drifted down, down, into an endless abyss of wrung-out exhaustion, Xan kissed my ear. “David,” he said. “David, listen to me. Do you want me to stay?”
“Mmm,” I hummed, and pressed a sleepy kiss to the arm by my face. What position were we even in? Whatever.
“David,” he said again, urgently, giving me a gentle shake. “Tell me you want me to stay.”
Fuck, of course I did.
“Mmm,” I managed to mumble again. “Xan.” And then my eyes closed and stayed that way as the sweetest, deepest sleep I’d had in years rose up and claimed me.
Chapter Five
When I blinked my eyes open slowly, morning sunlight was streaming in through the gap left by the broken slat of my bedroom’s Venetian blinds. At its current angle, the sunbeam perfectly illuminated Sean Bean’s sexy but judgy frown.
Autumn days in California might not be all that cold, but the early mornings could be miserably chilly before the fog burned off. I blinked again, shivered, and tried to pull the blankets all the way around me.
Because Xan wasn’t there.
I flailed my way onto my back, somehow getting tangled up in the same blankets that weren’t even all the way over me, and let out a whimper as all my muscles seized up at once.
Gods, I hadn’t been worked, or worked over, like that in…ever.
I turned my head. Sean Bean still glowered at me. Maybe he was judging me for getting fucked unconscious by a demon. Or no, that didn’t seem like his style, not that I knew the guy. He was probably judging me for waking up alone, the demon having decided I might be good for a few hours but not more than that.
