She shrugged. “I asked her the same thing. She said it’s garments that humans wear beneath their clothes. She tried to explain it to me, but it didn’t make sense. Still, it sounded as though she would be happier if she had this underwear.”
“Guldan mentioned something about shoes earlier,” I mused. “Maybe I should take her to get those as well.”
“Shoes?”
Like daemons, imps had clawed feet and thick skin. Our feet rarely required protection. If we did wear anything on our feet, it was only boots. I’d never heard of the termshoesbefore.
“He explained they were foot coverings that kept humans from injuring their feet. Their skin is not as tough as ours, and their bodies are more delicate. Even the males.”
“Then you should definitely take her for those so she can go outside more often.” Masu came toward me, making a shooing motion with her hands. “Now, go wash that dirt off and put on some decent clothes. I’m not sure about humans, but I know daemon females love a good shopping trip. This might be a way for you to start your strategy to win her.”
I didn’t bother arguing with Masu. I had no strategy to win Leda. My only goal was to endure the harsh voice of my mating instincts while she remained with me and to survive her absence once she returned to her world.
That was the best I could hope for.
Chapter
Eleven
Leda
The book lay forgotten in my lap as I stared out the window of the library, watching the sun filter through the trees surrounding the manor. In my mind, I was watching Bokkan fight Talus, the memory causing me to squirm in my seat.
Though daemons moved slower than most of the human fighters I knew, they were still strong and graceful in their own way. I understood why they were so slow. The smallest of Bokkan’s soldiers was still nearly six and a half feet tall and had to weigh close to three hundred pounds. That much mass was difficult to move quickly.
Their fighting style was different than the ones I’d practiced over the years. There was more grappling and less striking, but they didn’t appear to utilize joint locks the way humans did. In fact, they seemed to rely on pure brute strength.
That was both a blessing and a curse if I had to fight one of them again. I had plenty of experience with sparring men much larger than me and, after watching the sessions today, I had a much better idea of what a daemon’s weaknesses would be. As long as I stayed out of their grip and moved fast enough, I would have a slim advantage in a confrontation.
But that wasn’t why I was squirming on the couch I’d stretched out on. No, my body was flushed with heat and a not-so-small dose of lust.
Watching Bokkan fight had flipped a switch inside of me. The sight of his huge body moving so efficiently made me remember how he felt against me when I woke up this morning. How thick and hard his muscled thigh was between mine, and the rigid length of his dick prodding me in the hip.
I wondered what would have happened between us if I hadn’t frozen like a trembling virgin this morning.Would he have turned that same power and aggression onto me in his gigantic bed? Would he have growled and snarled as he did when he fought before he sank his fangs into my skin?
I never shied away from a little rough handling during sex, but what I imagined with Bokkan went beyond that. I pictured him pinning me down to the mattress and using my body however he pleased. I also imagined him bringing me to orgasm before forcing me to have another and another until I was begging him to stop because I could take no more.
All the daemons I’d met seemed to have an animalistic edge, but Bokkan was the only one who’d incited my own primal desires. No human man had inspired the same wild fantasies in me either.
I had no idea what to do with the desire swelling within me. I was no prude, but I also didn’t know if daemons had casual sex. The last thing I needed was to jump on Bokkan’s monster cock and find out that we were married or something.
Not that he seemed like he’d be a horrible husband or anything. He was more considerate of me than any of the men I dated in the past. He anticipated my needs and did everything he could to make sure I was comfortable.
But I didn’t want to risk being stuck here. I wanted to go home. I had a life. Friends. Clients. It would be crazy to abandonthat because I had the hots for a sexy daemon who looked like he could fuck me through a mattress.
Because I was staring out the window, I saw a flicker of movement in the reflection of the room in the glass. I straightened and turned quickly, the book in my lap falling to the floor.
Bokkan paused mid-stride, his guarded gaze on me. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you might be asleep.”
I shook my head and leaned over to pick up the book, placing it on the small table beside me. “No, I was just thinking.”
“Guldan and Masu explained to me that there are stores in the city that provide humans with their more traditional garments, such as shoes and underwear.” His eyes dropped to my feet. “And socks, I’m sure. Would you like to go?”
I stood and crossed my arms beneath my breasts. It sounded amazing, but I didn’t want to be further indebted to this daemon. “I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
His head cocked, bringing my attention up to his horns. It was strange. I’d been around him for a couple of days now, and I’d already grown accustomed to his alien appearance. I barely noticed them anymore. His tail briefly lashed in the air behind him before curling around the leather of his belt behind him.
“You don’t want shoes and underwear?” he asked.
