Bigfoots Don't Do Mini Coopers (Kate Storm Book 1) (18 page)

21. Hot, HOT Demons.

Half-bred. Mortal. Witch.

It always came back to this. One way or another. The sum and totality of my entire life.

I wanted to scream and if I did I knew I wouldn
’t stop. I’d scream until all the little pieces that made up me simply shattered. Fractured. Unable to glue back back together.

And yet . . . And yet, he
’d called me
more
. I was always less. And yet, Ash saw more. To him I was unique. Something special.

He didn
’t want to let me go. It was there with the guilt. Need. And fear.

I knew all about being afraid. It had been my constant companion in school. It had limited my friends. It had kept me from seeking the truth about my past.

I wanted this need. This same longing in Ash’s eyes. The craving to be a part of something more. Something that made my body ache and my heart hunger.

I wanted this. I wanted Ash.

Ash hadn’t rejected me. I’d been the one so filled with fears, so afraid of being rejected, I’d almost lost my chance. I’d taught myself to dream when I was younger. At times it was the only thing that got me through. But if I wasn’t willing to fight for what I wanted, for those dreams, then all I’d have was the wish.

Half-bred. Mortal. Witch.

All part of me, but not the sum.

There was more to
this witch. And I was willing to fight for it. For us.

I set one hand on his chest. Pushed. Ash dropped his hand and took a step back, surprised by my move. “
Kate?”

“
This may come as a shock, but I’m not dead.” I pushed him again. Another step back. “I’m right here. Directly in front of you.”

A push and a step back.

Something dark and troubled passed over his face. “I know. But . . .”

“
But nothing.” A bigger push and a larger step back. I was determined not to give him any opportunity, any wiggle room. “Did you know there is a cream called Flame Away?”

“
Flame Away?”

I almost had him now. I could sense it. He was focusing on my conversation. Just a couple more feet back.

“Mmm-hmmm. Guess what it’s used for?”

Another push and I
’d have him right where I wanted him.

Ash scowled. “
To put out fires?”

He
’s a dominant demon. Ash likes to be in control. He didn’t like my pushing him around. If he got angry with me, so much the better. I had a point and I was going to prove it. Even if it killed him.

I shoved him on
e last time. His back hit the door to my patio. Now I had him right where I wanted him. Up against a wall.

“
Actually, once applied, Flame Away is a protectant. It doesn’t allow fire to penetrate anything near it.” My clothes would be safe too. I pressed my breasts tight against his hard chest. “Guess what I put on my skin this morning?”

I didn
’t want to rely on my magic this time. I’d blown it last time. I needed to show him we could be together - at all times - without him worrying he’d hurt me.

His amber
eyes flashed, turning molten. He closed them an instant later, pressed his head back against the door. “Kate. I hurt you . . .”

“
Now you can’t.” I whispered the words as I slid slowly down, dragging my breasts over his chest and his rock hard stomach.

The
underwire of my support bra caught on the edge of his leather belt. I moved away, shifted angles and pressed back against hot steel.

Ash stiffened. His hands shot to my shoulders. “
Kate.” It was an anguished cry. I looked up. Ruby tipped blue flames were already trekking down his chest. Ash released me to frantically pat at them.

I twisted my chest. Rubbed the tip of one breast against his length. His heat prickled my nipple, tightening it, setting my skin ablaze.

“Stop this, Kate,” Ash growled. If he grabbed me, he risked the flames reaching me. He couldn’t take that chance, which meant I could do what I wanted and he couldn’t do a thing about it at the moment. Ash really did like to be the one in charge.

Spirits, I loved to test this demon.

Some of his flames were now tinged red and orange. Perfect. Ash was starting to get angry as well. I couldn’t have planned this better.

My knees hit the floor.

I ducked my head and pressed my lips against his jeans and the thick erection straining for release underneath. He jerked against me.

I nearly moaned. Ash did. Ragged and desperate, he groaned, “
Kate, don’t.”

I figured he forgot to add “
stop” after his “don’t.” I reached for his buckle.

A few sharp tugs and I had the two ends dangling and the zipper in my grip.

“Kate.”

My heart beat hard and fast in my chest. I
’d felt him before. With my hands and other body parts, but I’d never actually seen him or even touched his naked skin beneath his pants.

This would be another first in our relationship. Firsts were such
sacred things. The heady anticipation, the growing desire, the knowledge that the next step was here and there was no going back. The . . .

Oh, screw it.

I pulled the zipper down.

Ash hadn
’t worn underwear. His cock nearly slapped me in the face.

Sweet G
linda and all the little munchkins.

Ash was HUGE.

I’d sort of expected it. He’s a massive demon. Arms, hands, chest and thighs. Even his fingers were big. It made sense he would be large all over.

I
’d understood this. But knowing something and having it slap you in the face are two completely different things.

On the one hand my mouth was practically watering to taste him. Feel that hot, rigid skin against my fingers and my tongue. Taste his essence.

On the other hand - since I planned to blow both Ash and his control while keeping my hormones in check - my vagina was now weeping more in relief than excitement.

I couldn
’t see any way
that
wouldn’t hurt.

And . . . Spirits help me, were those barbs?

I leaned in closer. My curls rubbed the sensitive skin on either side of his cock and thighs. Above me, a moan vibrated deep in his chest.

No, they weren
’t barbs. A row of calloused looking nubs encircled his cock just below the large mushroom head. I couldn’t figure out why he would have, or need, those nubs.

I tr
ied to imagine their purpose as he thrust . . . An answering clench between my legs solved that problem.

Call me Wicked, but suddenly his size didn
’t seem like such the deterrent it should be anymore.

“
Kate.”

I raised my hands an
d touched him. Fingers softly stroking, learning him. His heat set the tips of my fingers tingling. In seconds the heat raced down into my palms. I closed my hands around his girth, allowing more heat to flood my skin.

Ash groaned harsh, guttural sounds. W
ords in Demonic I couldn’t understand.

His hands fell heavily onto my shoulders, fingers curling around my skin to hold me in place as he thrust his hips forward.

That I understood.

Ash was in my control now.

He wasn’t worried about hurting me. He wasn’t thinking about my mortality. He wasn’t thinking period. He was caught up in the pleasure and the anticipation.

I
’d done that.

Pure heady power filled me. It gathered deep inside, warming me with its weight and intoxicating strength. It
’s not very often a witch has this much control over a Demon Lord.

I planned to savor every moment of it.

I ran my hands down his hot length to the base of his cock. I cupped him with one hand and reached below to grasp his testicles with the other.

They were swollen and tight
ening already. Their heavy weight filled my hand. I squeezed gently. Ash bucked against me.

I let go, not wanting this to end too soon. I
’d really just begun.

I moved my face closer. Ash went completely still, I don
’t think he breathed. I rubbed my cheek against him, his skin burning and yet so very soft. Heated velvet over titanium.

I blew a puff of air, a whisper of a caress over the crown.

Sapphire flames tipped with scarlet exploded everywhere - below my lips, under my palm - over his thighs. I looked up and froze.

This was the image of Ash I wanted seared into my mind.

His head tilted back, the hard angles of his jaw pushed forward, the tendons and scars along his neck in stark relief. His massive chest straining against his leather vest, powerful biceps flexed, fingers digging holes into my wall behind him.

His entire body taut, reaching for the pleasure I could give him. As I watched, he grew slightly bigger, muscles expanding, stretching their strength to the fullest.

And everywhere hellfire flowed.

From the tips of his horns to his boots, he was engulfed in blue fire. It spread over his skin and his clothes. An inch or two in depth at the most. Writhing and pulsing as if with a life of their own, separate and yet a part of Ash.

This was my demon.

T
he one I’d always wanted and never truly hoped for.

This demon, filled with life and determination and power, trusting me in this moment. Wanting me.

His flames licked at my hands, jumped onto my skin and called every nerve I had to life.

It didn
’t hurt. Not a flicker of pain.

Just pure unadulterated pleasure.

I breathed in his scent. All male. Earthy, fundamental and primal like the woods at the break of dawn. And always that hint of smoke. The campfire scent called to me, flooded me with memories.

As a young witch, I
’d treasured the times I’d spent with my mother and my aunt late at night in the woods. Casting spells, embracing the forest and just being with the two people I loved most.

Ash
’s scent embodied the basics of love for me. The very foundation. And it built upon that cornerstone every time I was with him. Growing stronger and stronger until it seemed to take upon a new life. Something of its own. Something unique, just for us, between us. Ash and myself.

I whispered a spell to protect m
y mouth and then I reached out with my tongue and licked through the flames and across the broad head.
Ah, Spirits, he tasted just like he smelled.
Smoky and earthy and so very, very male.

His hands clenched over my shoulders, almost bruising in their grip
. I gave him one more lick and then I opened my mouth, sucking in both Ash and his hellfire.

Hot. Sweet Glinda was he hot. Not searing. Not damaging, but burning with passion and desire. It brought all of my senses to life, erotic need raging through me, m
aking my womb clench in desperate want and my breasts ache for his touch.

I rolled my tongue around the tip of his cock, seeking out those curious nubs. They felt like soft sandpaper. Just rough enough to make me want to seek them out again and again.

Judging by Ash’s reaction they obviously weren’t just an enticement for females.

Ash roared. His big body stiffening right before he thrust forward with his hips.

He was too big. I gagged the moment he hit the back of my throat. Then I squeezed my hands as I pulled away. I’d wanted to pull back completely, breathe for a moment and maybe set up some guidelines for our current activity, but one of Ash’s hands slid into my curls, cupping my head and halting my movement.

His fingers kneaded my scalp as he thrust f
orward. I quickly moved one hand up, ringing his cock as a marker for how deep I could take him. My hand encircled him just below those alluring nubs and my fingers didn’t come anywhere near to touching.

I
’d clearly have to work on both my technique and ability if we planned to add this into our repertoire of relationship activities.

I could hardly wait.

I hummed against his length. Ash growled deeply. His hips thrust, stopped at the edge of my hand and eased slowly back.

Drops of semen leaked from the ti
p of his cock. I licked at them, savoring the smoky taste. Ash was quickly becoming more addictive than coffee or pasta.

His fingers tightened in my hair, almost pulling on my curls. Holding me still for his thrusts. Bending me to his will as I was bending
him to mine.

He moved quicker now. Pushing in and out. Those calloused nubs rubbing over my tongue with each thrust. I tightened my lips around him, his heat pulsing in my mouth.