Demons (Darkness #4)(37)

I cleared my throat again, louder this time.

Two onyx eyes flashed to my reflection in the window. He straightened up slowly, like a bear coming out of hibernation. His huge width of shoulder swiveled as he stood, higher and higher until he was standing over me from the other side of the room. Black slacks and a dress shirt perfectly outlined his stellar body. Freshly shaven and smelling like sin, the sight of him pushed all the air out of my lungs.

Jonas’ growl sounded in my head, keeping my focus.

I raised my chin and prepared for a battle. “What’s this I hear about you not contacting me with a demon sighting?”

“I needed to go without you. I needed to confront my past without fear you’d be affected.”

Ah. Good explanation…

“You could have explained that, Stefan. It was my decision to make, not yours.”

“Yes.”

That earthshattering face stared at me, passive. Intense love radiated through the link, infusing my body. His solid frame, filled with undeniable power and strength, seduced me closer. Increased my longing until I wanted nothing more than to fall in his arms.

“I need you to treat me like your mage,” I pushed, desperately trying to ignore my body’s treachery. “I’m not a trophy wife that might get hurt if I scratch my arm!”

“Scratching your arm would be getting hurt.”

I gritted my teeth into his bemused, twinkling eyes. He wasn’t taking this seriously. He hadn’t been scared enough.

“When word comes in about something magical, that is my domain. I expect to be notified. Stefan, think of it from my point of view. I’m trying to fit into this place. There are certain codes you all live by, and I can’t have you getting in my way when they involve me. Either you start acting like a leader, or I will start acting like you.”

The twinkling in his eyes dulled. A small crease started between his eyebrows. “What does that mean? Start acting like me?”

“Do my own thing, and not involve you. My crew is loyal to me. The Mata are, too. If something comes up, like that demon the other day, I can simply…not let you know.”

His fists clenched and unclenched. Muscles flexed and relaxed, straining his shirt. Remembering the fight earlier, or maybe from the demon the other day, had the link warring with rage, uncertainty, and, above all, possessiveness. He could not comprehend me facing that alone. Unprotected.

I stared into those liquid black eyes. The world fell away. Seeing him in that crisp white shirt, and the cufflinks, and designer slacks. He even had dress shoes on. The man looked like a million bucks wrapped in a deadly sin.

I tried to settle down, to simmer down my libido, but his predator was emerging, firing me up, getting my heart pumping. A burst of adrenaline attacked me, responding to his call to battle. Responding to what he would do if something ever happened to me. He slipped toward battle rage, and I slipped in as well. No battle to fight? No problem, we’d war with each other until cl**ax.

I was striding at him before I knew what I was doing. He came at me just as fast. I ripped his shirt open, marveling at his perfect chest. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him toward me, capturing his mouth with mine. He ripped my pants away, undies discarded directly after that. He took down his pants right before I climbed onto his sizeable body, wrapping my legs around his waist, letting him take my weight. With a hard thrust, he pushed inside of me, filling me up.

His fist curled in my hair as his body pumped. I tightened my grip around his neck and scratched down his torso with my other hand. He growled in my ear before taking my earlobe in his teeth. I leaned against him suddenly, my shift in weight all on his shoulders. He staggered and lost his balance, toppling backwards.

We fell to the ground, me on top, striving harder. I rocked on top of him, taking all of him and pushing for more. Harder and harder we worked, clutching at each other, grimacing with the sweet pain of it. He yanked my hair. I dug my nails into his chest. Clenching his teeth, he grabbed my butt in two handfuls and crashed my body down on top of his. I used my weight to help, pounding.

“Al-most there,” I groaned.

He yanked my hair again, my scalp protesting, my sexy systems feeding off of the aggressive lovemaking.

“Harder!” I yelled, my eyes fluttering.

He turned over suddenly, pulling me beneath him. Large hands on the backs of my knees, he forced my legs over his shoulders. His manhood dove into my sex like a raging warrior, oh-so-deep, hitting new places with fervor. Losing my breath, everything started to condense. Pain budding, and then flowering pleasure, riddled my body. His hip joints rammed into my smooth thighs. His hard manhood plunged into my soft depths.

“Oh god, oh god,” I repeated over and over. Clutching harder. Hanging on for dear life now. Almost … .

“OH!” I exalted. The orgasm was so intense, it probably looked like I was being electrocuted. “Wow!”

Stefan, breathing heavy, braced his hands on either side of me. Eyes connected with mine, he said, “Fine. I will keep you in the loop. But if I hear of you rushing into danger without me, I will not be so easily yielding.”

“Easily yielding? You? Yeah, and Jonas sings songs in flower-filled fields. Give over.”

A grin worked up Stefan’s face. “Huh?”

“Never mind. Let me up. I have to shower and change. We’ll be late.”