“Holy—” His lips leave my clit and he smacks my pussy with the tips of his fingers making me come again.
My body trembles as I watch his head raise from in between my thighs. A string of my cum drips from his bottom lip onto his beard. He grins at me, that goddamn dimple making an appearance. He kisses my thigh and wipes off his chin before crawling up my body and placing a chaste kiss to my lips. I stare at him wide-eyed.
“I’m a little shocked how long it took you to wake up,” he says, nuzzling against the crook of my neck. Someone is extremely affectionate in the mornings. He fists his cock, lining up the head of his dick against my already extremely wet pussy. “I wanted to fuck you so bad, pet. But I wanted to make sure you were really okay with this. We haven’t really had a chance to talk about everything.” He swipes the tip of his length up and down my entrance, waiting for permission.
I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his firm ass, pushing him against me. He kisses me and we both smile while we kiss. It’s fucking adorable and gross at the same time. It’s never been this carefree and easy. This is nothing like the last time we had sex. Dax takes his time. It’s a lazy morning fuck, and I like it far more than I ever should. His languid strokes and the way his hands gently touch my hair and face.It’s too much.
Not being able to handle the intimacy, I take matters into my own hands and thrust up from the bottom faster, making Dax groan. “Are you trying to top from the bottom, little witch?”
“Just fuck me,” I say harshly.
It’s almost like Dax can taste the lie, but he doesn’t call me out on my bullshit. “You need it rough, pet?”
I nod my head as Dax’s hand wraps around the side of my throat. I can feel my blood rush to my face and I’m not able to speak. My breaths are shallow and hard as Dax builds up a brutal pace, fucking me relentlessly. It’s almost like he’s angry, but that can’t be right. A hard no strings attached fuck is what every man—demon—would want, right?
“Who am I?” he asks, his grip on my throat loosening. Waiting for me to speak. Deep down I know what he wants me to say, but I feel like saying it will solidify what this is, and I can’t have that, can I?
“Dax,” I reply. Surely this whole daddy thing was a way to appease me. He doesn’t really want that. I don’t really want that—I lie to myself. If I let him take that role, I’m giving someone else control. Everything in my life right now is a fucking mess. There’s no way he wants to put up with all that.
“Wrong. Who am I?” I look up at his face, gone is the smile from earlier, he looks determined and dare I say, annoyed.
I can tell he’s getting irritated with me, that I’m not giving him what he wants. He wanted this sweet early morning intimacy, and I changed the game to give him what I feel comfortable with. I shake my head, and he groans.
He squeezes my throat harder. I can hardly breathe as his pubic hair grinds against my clit. “Come on my fucking cock, right now,” he nearly growls. I feel my pussy contract against his impressive length and watch as he shakes and follows me over the edge.
As soon as he comes, he flips over and lies on his back. He isn’t smiling or sweet like he was the other night, and I wonder how I managed to fucked this up. Could he actually want something more with me? Should I break down my walls and allow that?
“Dax?”
“Go take a shower, Blair,” he says, rolling over to his side. I stare at his form for a moment. I don’t want to have these feelings. Maybe it’s best if I’ve pissed him off. He can cut and run now. I’m not worth investing time and energy into. My throat chokes up with emotion and I go to turn and leave for the shower when his hand reaches out and grabs my forearm.
“Come here, Blair,” he says, and it’s embarrassing how quickly I jump at the chance to be in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” I say into his shoulders.
“No, I’m sorry. I was acting like an asshole. This is so new. I think we need to talk through some things.”
“Okay,” I reply, happy that I don’t have to look him in the eye.
“This is fucking intense and has been moving at warped speed. I think we need to let each other know where we stand.”
“Okay,” I say, playing with his chest hair. Not comfortable putting all my cards on the table.
“This connection we have goes beyond physical. Something with our magic is drawing us together, and I want to see where it goes. I want to take you out, take care of you, treat you right. But I can’t do that if you don’t let me in, Blair.”
I turn to face him. He looks genuine and my heart sinks. This is all built on a lie and yet this beautiful, powerful, sometimes scary man is offering me everything I’ve ever wanted. I smile at him, a plan forming in the back of my mind on how to give me everything I want. “It’s hard for me,” I say softly.
“I understand. I just need you to try to be honest with me, okay?”
“I can try,” I say and he smiles, giving me a grin.
“That’s all I ask. Now, get your cute ass in the shower so we can get breakfast.”
I lean over and give him a quick kiss. Before I get up I look at him questioningly. “You never told me why you were at Hex last night. If you weren’t there, things could have gotten a lot worse.”
He rubs his beard and slightly bangs his head against the headboard. “We have a lead on the human that Mara might be possessing currently.”
I furrow my brows and look at him. “And?”
