How to Love a Blue Demon (21 page)

Now it was his turn to laugh. “I don’t think we can afford you. But I would love it.”

Suddenly she felt Eyoen’s heat at her back. “Cass?”

“Johnny this is Eyoen. Eyoen, Johnny, a very old friend. He gave me one of my first gigs in the city.”

The two men shook hands, Eyoen reluctantly.
She gave him an elbow in his hard belly when he pulled her back against him and tried and failed to move his arm from her throat.

Johnn
y just grinned as she rolled her eyes, clearing his throat to keep from laughing. “Well, I’m headed out. I just wanted to say hi, and congrats; I buy all your music.”

“Thank you, Johnny. I appreciate that
. Will you let go of me?” she told Eyoen, and broke free to hug Johnny’s neck. “It was good to see you, man. You look great, and I’m glad the club’s doing well. Talk to Tommy, okay? I really do wanna come out and sing for you again.”

Johnn
y kissed her hand, nodded at Eyoen and disappeared into the crowd.

“What is your problem
?” Cass asked.

“I don’t like men touching you.”

“Really? That’s gonna be a problem. Men touch me all the time when I’m working. It’s part of the game. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means something to me. I, Cass, I can’t stand it.”

She scowled. “What does that mean, you can’t stand it?”

“Just that. I can’t stand it when men touch you. It makes my blood boil. I have to hold back my claws, restrain myself from pulling you away from them and ripping them to pieces.”

She stepped back appalled, then again when he stepped forward.

“Don’t. Don’t walk away from me.”

She stared at him. For a moment a flash of blue clouded her vision. His scent seemed to flare, grow stronger, and she stepped forward into his arms.

“Are you using some
kind of demon trickery to bring me to heel?”

He grinned. “No.
Well, yes. But not on purpose. You’re reacting to my pheromones, which likely have gotten stronger with my jealousy.”

“You are fine as hell,” she whispered,
momentarily losing the thread of their conversation as she stared up at him.

The sexiest little grin quirked up the side of his full mouth, and he stood perfectly still as she stared, content now that she was near. Her hands rested on his chest, his around her waist, and he nuzzled her.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard when we get home,” she promised.

He kissed her gently, then nipped her bottom lip and squeezed her close. “Not if I fuck you first,” he whispered and took her mouth.

“Sire, they’re taking pictures,” Rierdane warned.

Stop them
.

“With pleasure,” Rierdane whispered, grinning a
s he sent out a pulse that corrupted the files on dozens of camera phones trained on the couple.

“What did you do?” she asked
, frowning as she felt a frisson of something in the air.

“Made sure there will be no authorized photos taken of us.”

“Tommy’s gonna be mad,” she whispered against his mouth. Their breathing was ragged but synchronized. “You’re cutting into free publicity.”

“Finish your obligations here,” he told her. “I want you naked under my hands, and I won’t wait much longer.”

He gave her one dark, intense look, then made his way back to the table.

******

Cass felt a little dazed. She looked around, licking her lips to capture the last of his taste. A few people stepped forward eagerly, hoping to ask this or that, but Tommy and a bodyguard blocked for her as she made her way to the center stage. After she made a few remarks about the club and their host and trilled a little acapella from her last hit to the crowd’s loudly expressed delight, she formally blessed the club’s opening night. Then she smiled, shook hands, took pictures and shook hands some more before she kissed cheeks, conferred briefly with Priti who’d opted to stay behind with Boyd and the rest of their crew, and then made her way outside. She waved and posed briefly for a few more pictures before giving an impatient Eyoen her hand; he was waiting to hand her into the car.

Once they were alone, s
he sighed in relief. She looked at his big hand covering most of her thigh. He drove with the other, looking totally confident and in control as he weaved high speed in and out of traffic.

She, on the other hand,
felt antsy. Curls of energy were crawling beneath her skin. A light sweat had broken out over her body despite the car’s air conditioning. She licked dry lips, wishing for some water. He handed her a bottle. She muttered thank you, shaking her head at this effortless display of magic and wondering that she seemed to have already grown used to it.

But thought
s of magic faded as need ran through her. She felt out of control, practically desperate. None of which was she was familiar with, but she didn’t care. She wanted nothing more than to pull her dress over her head, crawl into the back seat and spread her legs until he pounded her into the seats.

He swerved suddenly, uttering something guttural in his own language, and a moment later they were on the side of the road.

“What?” she looked around. There were no ominous lights blinking on the dashboard, in fact, the car was still running. “What’s wrong?”

“Your thoughts. I want you too, my dear
. And I don’t want to wait.”

“But,” she resisted when he
tried to pull her from the car. “We’re on the side of the road. Someone will see. The police –”

“No on
e will see,” he promised. “I will throw a shield around us and the car. It will look like any other patch of road.”

He stood outside, the d
oor open, staring at her, one hand held temptingly out.

Cass looked around, then said a mental, fuck it, and gave him her hand. “You’re sure we’re invisible?”

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded.

“Then take off your clothes.”

Cass resisted the urge to look around again. She trusted him. She’d seen the power he wielded effortlessly, and a spark lit in her belly. She began to enjoy what was happening. It was terribly illicit, stripping on the side of t
he highway as cars zoomed by, and she offered him a sexy grin as her fingers went to the side of her dress and slowly drew down its zip.

“You want me to rush?”

He shook his head. “No. Slowly. I’m in the mood to be titillated.”

She took a step back as she kicked off one shoe and then the other. “You want me to seduce you?”

“No,” he rasped again. “You do that just by breathing. If you try I won’t be able to control myself.”

“And what happens when you get out of control?” She tugged the dress over her head and tossed it toward the car. “What will you do?”

“This.” He waved a hand and her undies vanished. The next moment she found herself in his arms, their mouths fused together, one of his long thighs between hers, tight against the moist heat at the juncture of her thighs. “Now, I’m going to fuck you over the hood of this car.”

She pushed herself away, knowing she was only able to get free because he let her, and backed up. She stood tall, proud, her naked body posed seductively with one hand on her hip, breasts thrust
forward. “You’re still dressed.”

No sooner than she said
so, his clothes vanished. She licked her lips as he mimicked her pose, only with both hands on his hips and his cock aimed at her like a beckoning finger.

“You are gorgeous,” she whispered, eyes slowly wandering his body.

It might have been more accurate to call him a vision. Tall and broad in a way that was familiar given her relatively steady diet of models and image conscious entertainers, but more. He was taller than most men, and sexier, certainly. His size, the length of his legs, that impressive cock, the large hands that closed and opened as though his fingers were already working over her flesh, he was more potent than any man, than anything she’d ever experienced. With his thick black hair and unusual eyes, his long straight nose, cut glass cheekbones and red pout for a mouth, he was perfect, if perfection existed. But there was something different about him, something primitive that called to everything feminine in her on a cellular level.

His masculinity was like a beacon. If anyone had tried to get between them in that moment, she would have fought her way, naked, to his side. And she knew he would have done, would do, anything to be near her
too. Cass knew nothing of his star, of what his kin and countrymen might wear into battle, and as she considered being separated from him her mind imposed its own history and images, dressing him with a spear in a kilt made of animal skin.

She’d watched women reacting to him in the
club and knew they felt it too. But when he looked at her, when he searched the crowd and those golden eyes locked on her, she felt satisfied. Even as desire built, as impatience simmered in her blood, the idea that he was there waiting sustained her until she could soothe herself with his touch.

Now, watching him watch her, traffic a muted symphony of speed and power in the background, she realized he
was grand in the way that a palace in another country you’d never seen before is impressive, exotic, and vaguely scary all at the same time. There was no safety from the stirring of desire in her blood. Like that foreign palace, Eyoen’s beauty was dusted with danger and promise. But she knew he would give her exactly what she wanted, him.

Not wanting to exist another moment without him inside her
Cass instinctively closed her eyes and opened her arms, shuddering when his arms closed around her a heartbeat later. She pushed her face into his neck when he carried her over to the car. She felt the hard warmth of the hood against her belly and his soothing rumbles against her ear.

He always responded immediately to any e
vidence of submission from her, instinctively pushing forward to take control of the passion that flowed between them like water from a tap.

Eyes still closed she felt his big hand smooth down her spine, pressing her forward until her breasts met metal. One of his sturdy legs pushed between hers
, spreading her open even as his hands on her hips pulled her back and up against his erection.

“I’ve often marveled at your beauty, my dear
, but you seem to get more and more glorious each time I touch you.”

Cass couldn’t hold
back a moan as her body reacted to those beautiful words, heating and creaming and shivering under his hands.

“
Come up on your elbows; put your hands flat on the hood.”

She obeyed, waiting breathlessly for further instructions.

“Are you cold?”

“Are you kidding?”

He laughed softly. “Too hot, then? Uncomfortable in any way?”

“I just need you, that’s all,” she begged.

“And you shall have me. How do you want me?” He rubbed himself against her, back and forth, back and forth, teasing her and torturing himself by coating his shaft in the warmth flowing from her body. “Shall I fuck you fast and hard?”

“Yes!”

“Or shall I take my time with you, play with you, the way you played with me all evening?”

“No,” she moaned. “I, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. Every time you looked at me and licked your lips, or touched your throat, or sipped your drink and met my eyes over the rim of your glass, you were teasing me. And every time you touched another man, you tortured me.”

“I, I wasn’t touching them to torture you; it’s part of my job. I have to interact with the public. They buy my records. Pay to attend my shows.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want another man’s hands to touch your body in any way. Do you understand?”

Cass hesitated. “Yes, I understand, but what can I do? What if I have to shake someone’s hand, or a fan wants a hug?”

“You don’t have to worry about it. I will take care of it.”

“How?”

She gasped; the sound of his hand striking her ass was louder than it was painful. She was grateful he’d told her to brace herself on her hands otherwise she’d have fallen onto the car.

“You would question me about this?”

Cass shuddered with need.

“Answer.”

“No,” she whispered, wriggling against the warm car. “Please, Eyoen. I, I won’t touch any other man. Just –”

“Do you promise?”

Again she hesitated, but she had to tell the truth. “I won’t, unless I have to for work, or it’s an old friend or family member.”

She gasped again. The second strike had been harder
; her breasts brushed the trunk before she righted herself. As soon as she did he hit her again and again, three more times until she let loose a sob of worry and arousal.

“Please, don’t.
Don’t be unreasonable, Eyoen.”

She shuddered as he gently stroked the area he’d hit. Her arms wobbled as his fingers dipped between her legs, massaging her nether lips before one long
, thick digit entered her.