Wicked Game (17 page)

“
Can we take it slow please? I’m…I’ve never…”

She blushed again, unable to finish her sentence. It was embarrassing for someone of her age to admit to it. She should have told him before, should have warned him what he was letting himself in for, but she had been afraid there might be some clause, something that changed the situation because of her complete lack of sexual experience.

“I know,” he whispered in her ear. He didn’t sound angry or exasperated.

She frowned
up at him. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. Had he always known, since the moment she'd conjured him? Or was it something he'd learnt through her interactions with him?

“
How?” she asked curiously.

“
Your scent…don’t mock me this time, please,” he said harshly, putting a finger to her lips to silence her, “Just listen.”

He turned her around, so her back was facing him. He
snaked an arm around her, across her bosom, his finger resting lightly on her hip. She could feel the heat of him through the thin material of his shirt and her fingers itched strangely, aching to stroke the flawless golden brown skin underneath, to weave through his soft, shiny hair. His head was bowed to her throat, and he was sniffing her skin, taking deep breaths and savouring it.

“
You smell like summer wine, like honeysuckle and strawberries…ripe for the picking,” he breathed huskily, his voice enchanting her. He took another deep breath, inhaling her natural fragrance, and sighed. “And there’s a hint of vanilla…of purity…innocence waiting to be claimed.”

She trembled against him, his sultry words making the heat between her legs flare.

“You can really smell all of that?”

“
Oh yes,” he said lightly, and she could tell from the tone of his voice that he was smiling, “All that and much, much more.”

His lips brushed her throat and she closed her eyes as he kissed her neck. She gritted her teeth, yearning for more. Despite how she had refused him, snubbed him, ridiculed and disregarded him she needed him now. Sex was life, he was life, and right now she wanted nothing more than to live her life.

Kaden released her and picked up the plastic bag. He held it out to her.

“
Go upstairs and put this on. I’ll be waiting for you in your bedroom.”

She took the bag hesitantly, too much of a coward to peek inside in the presence of Kaden, with him watching her, wanting her as much as she wanted him. He was already straining in his pants, waiting to be unleash
ed, and she knew that this was one beast that wouldn’t be put back in his cage without devouring someone first.

She crept upstairs, feeling as though she were in a dream. This was finally, actually happening. She had daydreamt often about losing her virginity; about finding a man that would love her, pleasure her, satisfy all her curiosities and then some. But indulging in this with Kaden would cost her much more than her virginity. Her soul came into the bargain too, if she still had one about cursing Chris.

And could she really let Kaden go? She didn’t have much choice in the matter, she never had. He couldn’t stay with her forever…and she would be foolish to hope otherwise.

In the bathroom she shut the door and opened the plastic bag. Inside was a new silk negligee, pretty, pale pink and very short. There was a black balcony bra and French knickers but no condoms or lubricant like she’d expected. The negligee would be very revealing and she might have refused to wear it, had she been in any other mood. The lust still burnt strong in her and she wondered if she would start to feel sexy if she dressed up to play the part. She slipped off her clothes, the new knickers hugging the shape of her ass, the bra her ideal cup size, the negligee not even reaching halfway down her thigh. If she bent over Kaden was sure to get a good view. Maybe that had been Kaden’s intention when he
'd bought it.

She combed her hair and applied pearly pink lip gloss she found in the cabinet, smiling shyly at herself in the mirror until she glanced down, the smile fading quickly as it dawned on her. She looked like an idiot and there was nothing sexy about an idiot.

“Are you ready yet?” Kaden’s impatient voice came through the door.

She swallowed nervously. “Yes.”

“Are you coming out…or do I have to come in and get you?” he asked forebodingly, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“
I look ridiculous,” she grumbled, her desire dwindling.

“
No you don’t.”

“
How do you know, you can’t see me!” she snapped, frustrated.

“
I don’t need to see you to know how gorgeous you are.”

It was the right thing to say at the right time. Hazelle could feel her heart melting at his sweet words until she recalled that he was well
practiced in this, at tricking women, seducing them, bending them to his will so he could bend them over the bed. She wouldn’t let herself be deceived. She erected barriers around her heart, as much as she could, encasing it in ice. She had to stay in control, had to keep her head and not let him pressure her into doing anything she wasn’t comfortable with. There was only one way this was going to work, and that was her way.

Kaden rattled the doorknob, more of a reminder that he was there than an attempt to get in. She knew he could blink and be in the room with her if he wished to. Either their truce prevented that or the fact that she had at last agreed to his demands.

Knowing he wouldn’t yield she conceded, opening the door slowly. He was loitering there, already shirtless. Instead of his dark eyes narrowing with displeasure and disdain they widened, dilating with desire, the way they had in his memories when he had been entertaining princesses and noble ladies at court, when he had been between their legs, his face buried between their breasts. It was encouraging to see his reaction and she wasn’t mortified like she thought she would be but was still timid, still unsure of herself.

Kaden’s hand shot out and he gripped her wrist. “Come with me.”

She followed him obediently as he led her into her bedroom, to her full length mirror by the bed. He positioned her before it, tilting it so her full figure shone back at her, with him lurking over her shoulder, reflected to perfection. The negligee was palest pink, almost as pale as her skin, and it emphasised her breasts and slender waist, giving the illusion that she had an appealing figure. Kaden wrapped an arm around her, his hand sliding over a silk silhouetted breast, lower and lower to rest between her legs, his fingertips hovering over her sex. She inhaled suddenly, the pressure mounting there, demanding a release. The glimmer in Kaden’s eyes reflected in the mirror told her she would have it soon enough.

“
Look,” he insisted, as if knowing how much she wanted to close her eyes. She saw his reflection nodding towards the mirror. “You were in my mind, deeper than you should have been able to get. You saw the darkest of my desires, my depraved acts, the beast in me that likes to fuck women until they die with a smile on their face.”

She cringed at his crude language but her body betrayed her again, responding to it, excited by it, envying the women who had known his most intimate touch. Well, maybe not the ones whose hearts he had ripped out, quite literally. She tried to harden her own heart. What he said next made a chink in the ice surrounding it.

“
And yet you saw what I think of you, how I see you. I can lie to your mom, I can lie to you but I can’t lie to myself. You
saw
it Hazelle, with your own mind, with your own heart, and so you know it isn’t a lie when I tell you that you are the most beautiful woman, no, the most beautiful
human
I have ever seen.”

She saw the crimson blush creep into her cheeks, his dark
eyes burrowing into hers doing little to help it. She bit her lip self-consciously and he growled deep in his throat, the sound vibrating in his chest and against her back, her body so very sensitive and attuned to him. He spun her around and before she could protest claimed her lips with his. She kissed back hungrily, believing him, needing him, allowing herself to have faith in him. The walls she had built to protect herself crumbled and came crashing down, only ashes remaining.

He picked her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing, still rav
aging her mouth, and carried her to the foot of the bed. He’d lit candles around the room, making it glow with mellow yellow light, the scent of vanilla making her mouth water. She wondered if it was a nod towards what he'd said earlier about her own aroma. In a way this was how she'd always pictured it, soft light, candles and comfort, care and consideration, but whenever she had imagined her first time it had never been with a demon.

She lay back on the bed, the silk negligee sliding up her legs, exposing the black lace of the French knickers. Hazelle then remembered what she
'd assumed had been in the plastic bag.

“
Do you have any…ah…protection?” she asked awkwardly, not sure which was the proper way to ask.

Kaden shook his head.

“You won’t need it. I can climax without releasing my seed. A baby spawned from a union between a demon and a human is extremely rare.”

“
Oh…what about…I’m a bit nervous…I thought I might need some…some…”

“
Lubrication?” he finished for her, raising an eyebrow, so shameless about anything sex related.

She nodded, embarrassed, flushing again. She was such a novice at this, at being sexy, at enticing men and making them want her.

“Believe me baby…you won’t need it,” he boasted, something flashing in his eyes. The beast was pacing impatiently in its cage, waiting for show time.

It might have sounded cocky coming from any other man’s mouth, but out of Kaden’s she believed it without
reluctance or doubt. She shimmed back onto the pillows, leaning her head against the wooden board, watching him watching her, uncertain of how he was going to excite her. She could feel the stirrings of arousal again, though nervousness was a threat that hung over her, making her sweat and bite her lip anxiously. His eyes darkened when she did that. He seemed to be partial to her lip biting. He licked her bottom lip with a flick of his tongue, almost serpent like, before sliding it down her throat, towards her heaving breasts. He grasped one of them, giving it a firm yet tender squeeze. With the other hand he began to teasing the knickers, tugging at them.

“
Lift yourself up a moment,” he instructed her. She obeyed and he pulled her knickers down over her legs, slipping them over her feet and flinging them across the room.

She gazed at him fearfully.

“Relax,” he whispered hoarsely “I will be gentle…at first.”

He smirked and then disappeared between her legs. She’d dreamt about this before, of him doing these things to her, about the heat that had raged through her body at the soft sweeps of his tongue
against her sex. The dreams were faint, foretelling, forgettable shadows of what was to come for the true sensation was unimaginable, unbelievable, undeniable. She moaned as he lapped between her legs, teasing her passion with his tongue before burying it deep inside her, further than any human tongue could reach. She squirmed, her body reacting instinctively, craving more and so she lifted her sex to bring it closer to his mouth, begging for his touch again, burning with the need to feel him inside of her. He obliged and devoured her.

She was panting, body screaming for release, which she was granted. When she orgasmed for the first time her body arched, coming up off the bed and she closed her eyes, fireworks flashing through her in an explosion of heat and colour. Waves of ecstasy threatened to claim her again and when his tongue caressed her she was powerless to the pleasure that raged through her, from tip to toe, leaving nothing untouched. She quivered uncontrollably with the aftershocks as she opened her eyes, dizzy with delight, a stupid smile on her face, her legs trembling, the persistent ache cured by the talents of his tongue.

He smiled back at her, his teeth slightly sharper than before, licking her juices from his lips as if he had just indulged in a fine meal. But she got the impression that this was only the first course of many.

“
Enjoy that?”

She nodded fervently.

“I’m nowhere near finished with you yet,” he warned her darkly, licking her inner thigh. She felt a twinge down below demanding attention. Surely she couldn’t orgasm again so soon?

Apparently she could.

He satisfied her twice more with his tongue. Her cries of ecstasy seemed to encourage him. He was a devoted lover, spending more time on indulging her than she thought any man would, more than perhaps any human man could. A sex demon was bound to have more stamina than the average man.

When he’d finished with her womanhood he transferred his attention to her breasts, his claws growing long and sharp, black talons curving around her breasts, this thumbs teasing the nipples. She found she wasn’t afraid of them, even though they were irrefutable physical proof of how he wasn’t human, had never been human, but instead she embraced the new lust that emerged
in her, responding to his kisses, determined to have more.