How to Love a Blue Demon (29 page)

“You need to rest,” Cass told him.

He pouted, and she laughed and nipped his bottom lip.

“Now that I know you’re not gonna check out on me. I’m gonna go home and clean up, see what’s jumped off, and then come back, okay?”

“Stay home and sleep,” Eyoen ordered, but spoiled his directive by yawning again.

“Thanks to Ree, I slept for several hours in a very comfortable bed. I feel fine. I’ll be back soon,” she said, and kissed his brow.

“Watch over her,” Eyoen told Rierdane, and
scowled when his servant did not obey.

Knowing the King had probably given Rierdane orders to guard his son’s bedside, Cass waved his words away. “I’m fine. It’s broad daylight, and I can walk home from here. I need to stretch my legs anyway.” She bussed him one more time on the lip
s, waved at Rierdane and promised, “I’ll see you in a few hours,” on her way out.

Cass sighed and rubbed her face as she rode down in the elevator. She breathed deep once she was
out of the hospital, enjoying air not tinged with antiseptic and the scent of medicine, gauze and the underlying smell of sickness.

Wit
h a sigh she turned toward home. Her phone rang.

“Hullo?”

“Where you at?”

Priti.

“Just left the hospital.”

“How is he?”

“Better. Still weak. It’s bad.”

“He gon’ make it though right?”

“Yeah. Thank God.”

“Everybody want you.”

Cass sighed. “It figures. Alright. Give it to me.”

“Well, Natty and everybody been callin’ to see about Yoe. I told them he was out of surgery and in recovery. Lucky said the people from New York called to confirm your meeting on the –”

And so it went. Cass was home before she knew it, having talked on the phone the entire way. It was kind of a relief to immerse herself in business. It took her mind off of Eyoen in that hospital bed, looking so weak and helpless and completely unlike himself.

She rubbed her belly as she let herself in. She needed to take a
shower, change, and grab some food. She’d call everybody from last night on the way back to the hospital to update them on Eyoen’s status.

“You hungry?” Priti asked.

“I could eat. How my baby doing?”

“I’m fine,” Boyd said, on his way past.

Cass rolled her eyes, and patted her godchild/Priti’s belly.

When she got out of the shower there was an egg sandwich and a glass of orange juice sitting on her nightstand. She ate it while she looked through yesterday’s mail. She scribbled a few instructions for Priti, then got up to get fresh clothes.
She yawned as she set out clean jeans and a white silk tank.

Maybe she would lie down for a minute. Take a little cat nap. She fell asleep thinking she should set her alarm to wake her up in 30 minutes.

When Cass woke the sun was starting to sink low in the sky.

“Shit!” She jumped into her clothes and flew out the door.

She walked into Eyoen’s hospital apologetic grin in place. “I’m sorry, baby. I laid my head down for a minute and –”

Rierdane was looking worried, and Eyoen was flushed with fever. When Rierdane stepped away, Eyoen’s human color faded into his natural blue, and she realized he could no longer hold it on his own.

Her heart stuttered in fear, but her voice was calm when she said, “Not feelin’ too good, baby?”

He shook his head and chuffed out a shaky breath. “No, my dear. In fact, I’ve never felt worse in my life.”

Cass immediately filled a bowl with barely warm water and began to wipe him down with it. He shuddered, moving into the cloth.

“Thank you,” he whispered, sounding so grateful she scowled.

“You don’t have to thank me, lover. You should know by now that I’ll do anything for you. I’m just sorry I didn’t get here sooner to take care of you.” She shot Rierdane a look. “Next time, I don’t give a shit if I’m sleep you call and wake me up, got it?”

He nodded
, wringing his hands.

“You could have done this for him,” she chastised the servant.

“Yes, but it’s not the cool water that’s making him feel better.”

Cass dumped the rag into the old water and moved away from the bed to get fresh when Eyoen cried out.

“No,” he rasped. “Don’t, leave me,” he begged.

Cass shoved the bowl at Rierdane and rushed back to him. “I’m not going anywhere, lover. I’m right here.”

He shuddered, but seemed to breathe easier once her hand was touching his brow.

A moment later
Rierdane set fresh water on the bed table, and she began to sponge him down again.

“It’s your touch, miss. That’s what’s making him feel better. This fever that’s got him, it eases in your presence.”

Cass scowled. “I don’t get it.”

“Mated,” Eyoen whispered, arching into her touch as sh
e soothed his neck with the wet cloth.

Rierdane nodd
ed. “Yes, I’m afraid you are. The bonding process has already started.”

“He mentioned something about that to me once,” she admitted. “We never got far into it. Tell me what it means exactly.”

“When two demons, er, people mate on Cyanus, it means your life forces mingle. It may be why you slept so long once you left him. He’s run down, so you would be too. I suppose because his system is already compromised, his symptoms took the form of the fever.”

“Fevers are common with this type of injury.”

“For humans,” Rierdane told her. “Not demons. This type of injury is practically unheard of on the star.”

“Keep going,
” she said impatiently.

“Well,
when your life forces mingle you begin to share each others’ characteristics.”

“You mean he can sing and play the guitar now?”

“Not exactly. But he will know more about music, his affinity for it will grow. As the connection between you strengthens he may be able to read music or pick up how to play an instrument more quickly.”

“He’s already super fast at learning new things,” she pointed out, thinking of him driving and doing so many other t
hings around the house that he had no experience with previously.

“Yes, and b
ecause you two are now connected, you will grow in magic. It may not be as instinctive, since you have no history or experience with it, but if you were in danger, say, the magic might come forth whether you willed it thus or not, to ensure your safety. You might be able to run faster, your body will be stronger, you might temporarily take on Eyoen’s skin tone, his eye color, all because these are things that a predator would recognize and fear. The reverse is also true. If he is in a situation where you have knowledge that would help him, he could in essence siphon the information from your mind.”

“O
kay,” she said slowly. “That doesn’t sound so bad. It doesn’t even sound all that intrusive or strange. It’s like a steroids version of couples intuition or something.”

Rierdane nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, miss. Intuition is a part of it.”

“But what can I do to make him heal? If we’re connected as you say, there’s got to be something I can do to speed the healing, right?”

Rierdane looked uncomfortable.

“Come on, man. Spit it out,” she said wanting to shake him for stringing this out. “He’s burning up. This is no time for the cat to get your tongue.”

“Well,” he said slowly.

Cass’ eyes narrowed. She was starting to get pissed. If there was something she could do to help Eyoen, why didn’t he just tell her? Surely he knew if it was within her power, it was no – wait a minute.

“It’s sexual. I can help him sexually, and it will help him to heal physically.”

Rierdane let out a relieved sigh. “Yes, miss. You are intuitive indeed. I shall leave the room and return when you call for me.”

And he vanished.

Cass blinked at the spot where he had been standing, then shrugged and looked back at Eyoen, who lay listlessly, eyes closed, mouth open, looking weak and helpless. She hated seeing it. This strong man, no, this strong demon, was not supposed to look this way.

Okay
, what to do? People had sex while they were sick. She’d fucked Lee once while he had a really bad cold. He’d sworn he felt like a new man the next day. Then he’d gone down for over a week with some virulent strain of flu.

Gently
she pushed the covers to the bottom of the bed. Eyoen seemed relieved to be free of their weight. Surely this wouldn’t hurt him. Rierdane never would have suggested it otherwise. She knew he loved Eyoen. He’d been with him since he was a child. He was a close consort to his father, the King.

“Poor darling,” she whispered, stroking her hands up over his bare legs as she pushed the hospital gown out of the way.

The white printed cotton looked ridiculous against his blue skin and muscular limbs, so gently she removed it, moving him this way and that until he lay nude before her.

“Thank you,” he whispered, but didn’t open his eyes.

“Stop thanking me, silly.” She said, smiling as he turned toward her touch and snuggled more comfortably into the bed. She continued to touch him, stroking him, marveling at his smooth hairless skin. He was hotter than usual with the fever, and she watched cautiously to see if her touch irritated him, but he seemed to like it.

He seemed to grow calmer. He shivered once or twice, but it seemed to be from pleasure, not cold. S
he caressed him more firmly, fingers closing as far as they could around the firm muscles, digging in to massage.

“I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing,” she confessed to his drowsing form.

His eyes slitted open the barest fraction, and she saw a hint of a smile dust his lips. “Making me feel better,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I’m going to make you feel better.” But how? Rierdane hadn’t given her any ins
tructions before he broke out. But sexual healing wasn’t complicated. It was body parts meeting, friction, feeling, orgasms and –

“That’s it,” she breathed
, snapping her fingers. “I need to make you come. Maybe that will give your magic a little boost, huh?”

He sighed as if in agreement, moving easily when she pressed against his shoulders, moving him from his side to his back and spreading his legs open as wide as they could comfortably go.

Even soft his cock was impressive. It curled between his legs like a thick, sleeping blue snake. He shuddered when she took it in her hand and began gently to pull. She knew just how sick he was in that moment because had he been okay, he’d have been hard in an instant, and between her thighs in the next. Now he lengthened by degrees.

He shuddered, head tossing before he opened his eyes and smiled. “That feels wonderful, my dear.”

Cass was ecstatic. It must be working! This was the most clear eyed he’d been since before everything went down. She brought her other hand into play, rolling his balls gently.

He moaned softly. When she leaned down and gave the broad head of his cock a lick he arched into her touch and groaned so loud she knew Rierdane or the nurses must be able to hear them.

Worry nothing for anyone, girl. I’ve blocked anyone from entering the room or intruding. Help my son.

She froze at the strange voice inside her head, instinctively looking around, but there was no one.

Please
, the male voice said.
Help my son
.

She heard nothing more
, and she sensed Eyoen’s father was gone. Weird. Creepy weird. She prayed the King wasn’t watching her give his son a blow job, but then Eyoen whimpered. She said a mental fuck it, and swallowed him. There was no way on Earth, or any star, that she was going to leave her baby ill when she could so easily make him well.

This is some weird shit,
she thought, but then Eyoen moaned softly, his back arching off the bed.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, my Cass. Help me. I need you.”

Once he said that, Cass could have cared less who was watching or how strange her actions were; he was feeling better. Besides, she grinned around his shaft; it wasn’t like this particular cure all was any hardship.

Before Eyoen, blow jobs were somet
hing she did because men liked them, and because she liked to please and be pleased in return. With Eyoen she actually enjoyed the act.

She relished her control over his body, the sounds he made, how he looked watching her suck him off. Onc
e she’d done it in her bathroom with Priti right outside in the bedroom, talking to her through the door.

His color had wavered, flashing
blue to human and back again the pleasure was that intense. She’d had to stuff a wash towel in his mouth to keep him quiet, and he’d accidentally pulled her hair so hard, she yelped and had to lie and say she’d nicked herself with a razor.

Now, s
he sucked him for long minutes, licking and humming and varying the speed and suction of her lips. When he tensed as though to come, she backed off, and was rewarded with a raspy chuckle.