The Demon's Bargain (A Deal With a Demon #4)(19)
“That’s a terrible idea.”
“Is it?” I lean down until our faces are nearly even. In the corner of my senses, Kristoff’s jealousy nearly eclipses the rest of the room. “He’s not looking anywhere but at us right now. He’s not thinking about who might be coming up behind him to slip that amulet off his neck.”
Lenora laughs. “You sure you’re not just trying to get back in my pants?”
“I would like to live in your pants.” I keep talking before she can do more than make a choked sound. “But while I’m not opposed to an audience, I hardly think this is the situation to indulge.”
“I see.” She sounds so shocked, I want to kiss her.
In fact… “Let me kiss you, little witch. Let’s give them a show.” When she hesitates, I find myself continuing. “You can let go with me. I’ll keep you safe.”
“Then who will keep you safe?”
Goddess, but I like this witch. I smile. “You, of course. Who else?”
She doesn’t respond with words. She simply slides her hands up my chest and around my neck. I lift her, and Lenora wraps her legs around my waist.
It’s tempting to simply take her mouth now. But I want to taste my witch, to enjoy this first. I shift my grip to her thighs and ease her up a bit higher. It’s the most natural thing in the world to slip my hands up the slits on either side of her dress and grip her ass. She jerks against me. “Ramanu.”
“L—”
Lenora kisses me. Of course she does. She’s not one to wait for the other person to make a move, not when the path is clear and she has her eye on what she wants. What my witch wants is my mouth. Her magic sparks against my tongue, bright and near-painful.
I don’t decide to walk us to the nearest wall and pin her against it. My body simply takes over. For all my determination not to fuck her right here where we’d both be defenseless, I’m suddenly not quite sure why it’s such a terrible idea.
Her lust is bright enough that I can’t see anyone but her. Dangerous, that, but I don’t give a fuck. I can protect her from anyone here, not that she needs my protection. I’ll bathe the room with their blood if they think to so much as touch her without permission. I have a feeling she’d do the same for those she cares about. The thought has me pulling her closer. I can scent her need, am overwhelmed with the desire to fulfill it.
I transfer her weight to one hand and then shift the grip of my other, angling so I can stroke her clit with my thumb. She flares brighter in response. Lenora sets her teeth against my bottom lip. Not quite a bite, but I nearly cum in my pants in response.
She kisses along my jaw to my ear. “Bad demon, making me so wet in front of all these people.”
My chuckle comes out strained. “Guess I better get you off to make up for it.”
“Do it,” she breathes.
Green starts to edge into the pink haze Lenora’s lust has created. I turn my head and growl. “He’s coming over here.” I make myself stop stroking her pussy. “Do you want me to put you down?”
“No.” She digs her nails into my shoulders. “Don’t stop, either.” Lenora drags in a breath. “That is, if you’re okay with fingering me in front of my ex.”
As if I wouldn’t happily do much more to stake the claim I certainly do not have on this witch. I retract my claws and press two fingers into her. “I’m okay with it.”
“Oh.” Her head falls back to rest against the wall, and I take advantage of the position to drag my mouth over her throat. Lenora makes that delicious little whimper. “Good. Ah. That’s good.”
The green is now close enough that I can feel Kristoff’s movement as he comes up and leans against the wall next to us. “Interesting choice, Lenora.”
“Kristoff.” She rolls her hips as I fuck her slowly with my fingers, but most of my attention is on the man next to us. I lean a little harder on her against the wall, freeing one hand in case I need to disembowel him. Except I can’t do that, can I? Lenora has a plan, and it doesn’t include me killing Kristoff. Overriding her will is the wrong call, even if I were able to get the amulet back as a result.
We have to do this her way.
He snorts. “You’ve made your point, though I didn’t peg you as desperate enough to make a bargain and give up seven years of your life…let alone fuck the bargainer demon.” He tsks. “Your taste really is abominable.”
She tenses, and I press my thumb to her clit, circling slowly. It’s tempting to snarl at Kristoff, but my witch doesn’t need me to fight her battles. Sure enough, she gives a lazy laugh. “Baby, if you’re jealous, just say so. Give me back my amulet, and I’ll consider letting you take me out again.” She gasps when I wedge a third finger into her. “If Ramanu ever leaves me wanting, that is.”
“Ramanu.” He says my name as if it tastes foul in his mouth. “Have fun with her, demon.”
I’m going to have fun choking you to death with your own entrails.
I should grin. Should make some smart comment like I normally do. Instead, I snarl. “She’s not interested. You’re interrupting. Fuck off.”
His rich green dips into the sickly yellow green of hate. The feeling is entirely mutual. I turn back to Lenora, though I continue to monitor Kristoff as he huffs and moves away from us.