“More?” I peer at him, remembering something I hadn’t earlier. “I thought demons didn’t share their names. Isn’t that dangerous?”
He rolls his shoulders, settling into the tub. “I do not concern myself with what others do. Either way, I have shared mine with you and expect you to keep it a secret. And dangerous? That depends. You could summon me more easily with my true name, yes, but alas, I’m already here. Do not share it with anyone else,” he warns.
“I…” I pause and search his face, finding all hints of devilish mirth replaced by grave seriousness. “I won’t share it. Why tell me, if it’s an issue?”
“I didn’t like being called merdemon, it sounds insulting.”
“Merdemon,” I immediately repeat.
He gives me a flat, unimpressed look as he finishes lowering himself into the water.
“It’s the least you get for calling me little and witchling.”
His eyes give way to bliss as he submerges. Heavy lidded, he looks up at me as he tilts his head back and the pointy tips of his horns nearly scrape the wall. “Both monikers I have given you out of endearment.”
Steam rises in the air around him, wisping around his muscles and the dark tones of his body. The water level barely makes it partway over him. Most of his tail hangs outside my old tub; he’s so big he looks awkward in comparison. Still, I can’t deny how attractive he is.
My skin heats and the humidity is stifling. Breaking my gaze from his, I turn to the window, unlocking its metal flower latch and pushing it open. A fresh gust of Cobbin Lake air floods the room, spreading across my face, cooling off some of the heat. Despite the relief, my body tingles all over.
I turn back around and, as I meet his ongoing stare, the green in his eyes returns, brightening and lightening up the darkness of his features.
“You’re awfully quiet. What’s caught your tongue? Stay with me, Grace, so I may try and read your mind.”
I straighten in alarm. “Don’t you dare.”
He shrugs and it makes his big shoulders seem even bigger. With a twitch, his cock begins to stiffen right in the center of the tub. The bathwater splashes around his large testicle when he shimmies upward to rest his back mostly against the wall.
My core attempts to strangle me from the wrong side and my eyes widen in surprise, skirting between his face and his rising erection.
His cock’s hardening again.
A wicked smile catches his lips, making an uncomfortable pressure pool between my legs.
“Well, you have your water—” I start.
Lightning fast, his black tentacles uncurl and snake around me, locking my arms to my sides before I can back away. I gasp as he pulls me into the tub on top of him. “What are you doing!?” I jerk, struggling against his binds once more. His hard cock presses against my belly as I thrash and my dress bunches around my legs, revealing my now-damp black panties.
“I don’t have my water,” he rumbles into my ear. “But I will have it now and to my satisfaction. What a wonderful delight you have been, summoning me here, by all rights just so I may drink my fill from your body.” He licks the skin behind my ear, and my spine bows outward in reaction, only halfheartedly fighting him now. “There is nothing to stop me now.”
“You can’t just take it from me,” I bite out, jerking from side to side when his tentacles fail to loosen any other way. “I have to give it to you.”
He raises me into the air, and with one tentacle wrapped tightly under my chest, my breasts heave with each breath I take, threatening to pop out of my mom’s smaller dress. But he’s not looking at them.
“Then give it to me,” he groans, staring at my mouth instead of my eyes. He lowers me back down upon him, slowly this time, deliberately forcing my legs open to straddle his hips. My knees bend into the warm water between him and the tub on either side of his narrow waist. When his cock touches my backside, I shift forward quickly, shimmying away, afraid I might grind on him if I don’t.
“Remove your tentacles!” I demand.
He shakes his hair off his shoulders and smiles again, deepening the corners of his mouth temptingly. “Kiss me and I will.” He moves his face closer to mine, but pauses before his lips touch my mouth, waiting for me to concede. A hairsbreadth away, I only have to purse my lips to kiss him. They part againstmy will, the urge to kiss him nearly overwhelming, but I’m trying not to be stupid about this.
“Kiss me, little witch,” he whispers, his eyes searching mine, goading me. “Kiss me, Grace, and give me what I want. You want it too. I can feel your body vibrating, your muscles flexing, the scent of your cunt in the air between us. A scent you created the moment you wrapped your arms under mine in the bedroom. I wasn’t sure what it was I was smelling at first, that sweet aroma… so much like the way you taste, yet different, until it bloomed in here. So kiss me, Grace. Why not? I can’t hurt you, nor would I. There are no consequences outside of the pleasure I can prey upon your body with.”
“Yes, there are consequences,” I whisper. “There are always consequences.”
He cocks a brow. “Then you must enlighten me as to what they are.”
“I could kill you.”
He bursts into laughter. “I dare you to try! In fact, do. Kill me and consider it foreplay.”
