I was processing what he said, realizing he didn’t say anything negative to me. “You’re not mad?”
He had an indecipherable look on his face. “Why would I be mad?”
“Because I’m assuming my oil is bad?” I ask. Unsure how to process this situation. Why wasn’t he angry? Why wasn’t he yelling at me? There was no look of disappointment either.
“Yeah that’s normal. It’s dirtier than I would like it to be, but shit happens. I’m not going to get mad at you when I don’t know the situation. I’m glad you’re safe and your car didn’t break down on you.”
“Oh,” is all I could muster. I’m used to being a disappointment for always forgetting things and letting it get out of hand that this type of treatment is completely new to me.
He put the dipstick back in, setting the rag down before he walked over to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs, leaning down to be eye level with me. “What’s wrong? You’re acting like a kicked puppy. Did I do or say something wrong?”
I winced. “No, you didn’t. Sorry, it’s just a me problem,” I whisper, on the verge of tears. A couple managed to break loose, tracking down my cheek. He wipes them away with his thumb, gentle and sweet.
He shakes his head. “There are no problems with you Blair. You’re perfect just the way you are. It’s okay that your brainis a little different.”
“How can you say that? You have barely known me for that long,” I get out, as tears are streaming down my face, unable to stop the waterworks from flowing. I felt absolutely flayed open and vulnerable right now, but this giant demon did more for me than anyone else did in my entire life, except my parents.
He shrugs his shoulders. “You’re my fated mate. Obviously, that means you are perfect for me, and your edges fit my edges. Your strengths and weaknesses complement my strengths and weaknesses. My heart and soul doesn’t care how long you have been in my life. You’re it for me, and that’s all that matters. I love that brain of yours,” he leans forward and gently brushes his lips against mine, my breath a sharp inhale from his actions and his words.
“Thank you,” I whispered against his lips.
“Anything for you,” he pulls back a few inches, gazing at each other. “Let’s go inside and cuddle ,shall we? The car can wait,” he smiles, grabbing my hand and our fingers entwine as he leads me back into our home.
15
Chapter 15 - Asmodeus
It only took a few days for my house to start smelling like Blair. The scent of her was intoxicating. I constantly had a boner when I was home because of my mate. I finally fucked her, and I thought it would calm down my need and instincts, but I was way off on that one. Instead, it’s only ramped up my obsession with her, making it harder to control myself, my instincts begging me torut, claim, breedmy beautiful and sexy mate.
I could tell that everything was taking a toll on Blair. I could see how much she was struggling. I wanted to comfort her and give her all my love and affection, but I wasn’t sure if that’s what she wanted. I didn’t want to push her away from me or give her a reason to leave. I could see the gears in her head turning constantly, could see that she couldn’t relax or that she was having nightmares and sleeping poorly. I found myself standing at her doorway, watching her sleep at night. At one point, I could hear her calling out to her mom and dad, tears falling down her face and onto her pillow. It was breaking my heart, but I held myself back, trying to go at herpace and comfort level.
I have heard her cry out a couple of times in her sleep this week. The first time I stayed in my room, fighting my instincts back, not getting any sleep. After I heard her crying in the room for the second night, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I snapped. While she was asleep, I crawled into the bed with her, wrapping my arm around her, cuddling her while she slept. I slept for a couple of hours that night, but mostly watched her. Watched the way her lavender lashes fluttered against her creamy skin while she dreamed. I made sure to leave the bed and room before she awoke.
I was glad she finally agreed to sleep in bed with me. I’m not sure how I would have reacted if she said no. I would do my best to respect her wishes, but in the back of my mind, I would not be giving her the option of where she wanted to sleep any longer. She was my mate and needed to be in bed with me, where she belonged. And if she refused, I would probably haul her over my shoulder, smack her ass for arguing with me, and carry her to our room.
Now that we were living together, it would be sooner rather than later that I would be claiming her. I was constantly hard now around the house, while I worked, while I slept. After the first couple of days she was here, I tried relieving myself, playing back the moment in the treehouse on repeat, but to no avail. I would spend over an hour in my room or the shower, inhaling her scent while I stroked my cock. Just thinking about her being in the house with me drove me wild; imagining her walking in on me or hearing me as I pleasure myself to thoughts of her, to us.
The hot water pounded against my back, my headresting against my arm, holding me up against the wall. My right hand grips the base of my shaft as I continue to work myself. My hand stroked the length, squeezing the tip. I let out a loud groan as I increased my movement. I hear the door open, not paying much attention. I hear a gasp from my left, twisting my head to see. Blair stands there, licking her lips as her eyes are plastered to me fucking my own fist. I continue watching her, another moan escaping me. Her head snaps up, lust and heat blazing in her eyes.
I start to stroke faster, my grip getting tighter. I can hear her panting from here. My mate likes what she sees. “Do you want to join?” My voice is deep, dark, and husky. She nods her head as she strips, stepping into the shower with me, never removing her eyes from watching the way I play with myself. I turn around, moving closer to her. I grab her tiny hand, placing it beneath mine as we work together along my length.
“Kneel,” I growl, a command in my voice. She drops down, her hand continuing to stroke me, following my lead. She stares up at me, anticipation in the air. “Such a good girl, listening to your mate,” my voice sounding demonic and possessive. She tentatively leans forward, licking the tip of me, collecting the precome on her tongue, making her moan. I nod in encouragement as she goes back, this time sticking the whole tip in her hot, wet mouth. She starts to bob as she sucks hard on the tip, our hands still in motion. I’m on the edge of release, so I pull her off me as I spurt release all over her face, mouth, and chest.
I groan as my balls tingle and my shaft pulses, on the brink of release. I’m teetering on the edge, but my body is fighting me, trying to save all the come for my mate. I was on the brink of going feral. After an hour, I knew only one thing would help. Frustrated and extremely horny, I continued my onslaught while sitting on the shower bench, using both hands now. My right hand a death grip on my shaft, while my left was kneading my balls.
My tail came slithering between my crack, rubbing circles along my hole. I lifted my leg up on the bench, opening myself up more. The tip of my tail gathered precome that was beading on the tip, using it as lubrication as it slowly pressed against my hole, breaching the tight ring of muscle, “fuuuuck,” I yelled and growled. I didn’t know where Blair was at the moment, but a part of me wanted her to hear me. My tail worked its way deeper inside my channel, my body too frantic to care about being gentle. The bite of pain makes me moan out loud.
I was lost in sensations and pleasure, an incoherent mess, cussing and grunting, as my tail pressed and rubbed against my prostate. “Oh fuck, Blair, oh fuuuuu..” I moan, squeezing my tip, my balls drawing up, my tail pumping in and out of my ass.
I hear a noise and open my eyes to find Blair, on the other side of the glass, watching me, need and lust radiating off her. That’s all it takes for me to explode, grunting and groaning as I milk my cock. Days of pent-up need for my mate being released. I continue my movements, my tip becoming sensitive but not caring as I penetrate my ass faster, matching my hand movement on my cock. I continue to come over and over again, seconds becoming minutes. My come hasa viscous consistency to it that it helps my hand glide. She comes closer, pressing her body against the shower glass, her eyes watching every movement.
Having her walk in on me broke something. I was going to put on a show for her. Coming one time wasn’t going to be enough for how crazed I felt. My brain on repeat:rut, claim, breed.I switched positions, leaning against the wall across from the shower door, putting both my feet up on the bench, ensuring she had the perfect front row seat. In the back of my mind, a part of me hoped she would come into the shower with me.
My legs were spread as wide as they could on the bench, knees bent. My cock was still hard, even though I just came. There was no such thing as a refractory period for fertility demons. There was come coating my stomach, my hand, and my balls. The need to touch her thrummed through my body, to the point it was taut from anticipation. I ran my hand through my come, collecting it on my fingers. At first, I raised it to my mouth, licking myself off my finger while I held eye contact with my mate. The taste was even sweeter than it had been the last time.
I could scent her arousal from here, the smell heady and delicious. I couldn’t wait to shove my face and tongue into her pussy, devouring my mate. I started leisurely stroking my cock, playing with the sensitive tip before moving my hand back down. I watch her through the glass as she undoes her pants, sliding them down her long legs along with her lacy panties. Her wetness coats her entrance as she slides her fingers down to her clit.
Tightening my grip, I pumped myself a little faster as I watched her play with herself. She takes her other hand andbegins pinching and playing with her nipple as she strums her clit, working herself up. Her face, neck, and chest are flush from pleasure. Watching her play with herself as she watches me was going to have me explode; I needed to up my game, I wanted her gushing. With the hand not on my cock, I grab my balls rolling them around in my palm, precome leaking from my tip. She licks her lips again, biting her lip afterwards.
