It was obscene. It made her want to scream.
Plus the way he was kissing her now—it was slow and sensuous, just like it had been at the start. But there was a deliberateness to it now. An insistence. He kept at that exact thing, over and over and over, until that low pulse of pleasure just seemed to deepen somehow. It became an ache, heavy enough that she kind of wanted to stop it. She wanted to get away from it.
She scrambled a little on the table.
But not enough to tell him he should let go. Just enough to make sure he kept on, never doing more, never doing less, just that same maddening pressure that cranked things up again and again until she wasn’t just trembling, she wasn’t just making little soft sounds.
She was moaning, long and loud.
Shuddering all over, like a machine about to break.
“Ohhhhh god, Jack,” she heard herself say, so desperate it should have embarrassed her. But how could it, when he seemed determined to make it worse? He was licking her just a little now. Little flickers of his tongue on the end of every slowly dragging kiss. And that hand was really pressing, too.
It was like being in a slowly tightening vise.
If the vise had been an absolute expert in making someone come.
Because god, there was no denying he was. He even seemed to know exactly when to back off just a little bit, as she was about to break. So instead of hitting a small wave and crashing out, she found herself in the middle of a slowly gathering tsunami. Then just as she was sure he was going to hold off again, just as she almost broke and begged him, he found the tightly clenched entrance to her sex with one softly stroking fingertip.
Then he eased it in, all nice and slow.
He fucked her with it, until it was just there. That same bliss,unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Only this time, it was even sweeter. Even better. God, it was almost unbearable. She made sounds like sobbing as it claimed her whole body, and only realized the sobs were really what they were when she put a hand to her face.
It was wet. Streaked with tears.
She had to wipe them quickly before he stood up so as not to disrupt his happiness. Because he was happy, she could see. And she didn’t think it was just because he’d completely wrecked her. It was because he’d stayed himself. He’d stayed human. He’d done the very thing he was sure he had no handle on.
Then he made the mistake of looking down at her, all sprawled over the table, legs spread, clothes in disarray, dazed with lust and stuffed full of pleasure. That cunt all slick and messy, right before his eyes.
And he practically wentpoof.
Like a magician’s trick.
One second a man, the next a demon, glorious and incredible to behold. So when he cursed, when he said, “Ah fuck, I almost had it,” she didn’t really understand. She almost went to ask, in fact. But then she thought of what he wanted to be—an ideal human man for his dream girl to fall in love with. Not a sudden demon every time he got a little horny. Because clearly, getting a little horny made the switch happen.
And if she was a witch, too? Even just a little bit, even accidentally?
Chances were she was going to see it. And maybe be a lot more horrified than Nancy would ever be. She might never say she loved him under those terrifying, beast-like circumstances. So it seemed obvious why he might be perturbed.
It was all right, though.
She had a good idea for how to help with that.
She had a good idea for how to help witheverything.
Because now she wasn’t some kid on her own. She had friends. Magical friends, of the kind she’d only vaguely suspected of something strange, before, but now showed themselves clearly in her head.Cassie, she thought,it’s Cassie and her “apothecary.”Then knew just what to do.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was mid-morning by the time they got going. Because apparently, learning your buddy is a demon, and that you’re a witch, and freeing him from a truck, and then unearthing some kind of weird binding Satanic agreement he was trapped in, and following all this up by very inadvisably letting him do things with his mouth that made you come your brains out? Well, it took ahugeamount of time. In fact it took so much time that they had to go pick up Popcorn before they headed over to see Cassie. And Popcorn wasnothappy about this situation.
This time, he clamped his little mouth on Jack’s leg the second Jack walked into her apartment. As if to say,Howdareyou keep my mother away this long. Though he soon calmed down when Jack graciously accepted the admonishment. “I get it, I get it, I kept her out way past her curfew. I’m sorry, tell me how I can make it up to you,” he said, and in answer Popcorn suggested a second breakfast from his automatic feeder. One paw on it, and a scowl aimed Jack’s way.
Jack obliged, and all was well.
She came out of the bathroom to find Popcorn in his arms, licking his face and wiggling his butt with happiness. “You two are sickening,” she informed them, but Jack had precisely no shameabout it. He let her dog kiss him and lick him and pet him with his tiny paws all the way back down to the truck.
Then he apologized to said dog for having to put him in the back.
