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I wanted to argue, but if even the idea of becoming the demon was physically painful for Mike—the sweat glistened on his forehead, and his grip on my hands caused my fingers to ache—I didn’t want to be the cause of that for him.
“Do you hate me?” he asked.
“No.” I shook my head, and it was the truth. How could I hate him? Because right now, I was battling with the idea that the most human and genuine man I had ever met was hiding a secret of this proportion. “I don’t hate you.”
Our conversation was broken when there was a shout from Emrick’s bedroom. I jumped slightly at the deep “Fuck!”that rang out across the apartment, pressing my lips together to hide the smirk when it was quickly followed by a loud moan from Cara. When I turned back to Mike, he was almost smirking—almost. It pained me to see the confident businessman reduced to a nervous wreck in front of me. He was never afraid for his safety. He was afraid for me, scared, guilty, and hating who he was all at the same time.
I don’t think he deserved all the hate he gave himself.
As if a test, Mike lifted his hand, pressed his palm to my cheek, and another growl pulsed through his throat when I leaned into his touch. I closed my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Touching you,” he whispered. His voice had darkened, and I wanted to open my eyes but was afraid I might see the yellow of his staring back at me, the man replaced with the monster.
“It feels different.” I couldn’t quite explain it, so I could only hope Mike would know what I meant. There were always sparks between us. Our bodies and minds moved in tandem when we were together in the bedroom, and his mouth and hands everywhere ignited passion in me on a level I’d never experienced before. But this was different. His hand was warmer, almost hot, and a current of electricity pulsed where he touched me, sending shockwaves of arousal straight to my cock, twitching in my pants.
When Mike didn’t answer, I opened my eyes, relieved to see his gray ones staring back at me. “Demons, we need an outlet,” he started, keeping his voice quiet and stroking his thumb across my cheek. “To keep in control of our human form. Usually fighting or fucking…” There was a flash of yellow across his eyes as he saidfucking,and I sucked in a breath as my mind flooded with the image of his body above mine. “I had my own method of staying in control, but unfortunately, I recently lost access to that. Then with everything that happened with Tate, and you…you…”He traced his hand down until it was resting on my shoulder, and then he snaked his fingers around my throat, a growl rumbling through him as I swallowed against his fingers. “I desired you so much, to take you. What you’re feeling now is my demon, pressing against me from the inside, desperate to take control. We’re sexual beings. We radiate it,oozeit, and when we lose control, we can’t help it.”
“Feels good…” I whispered, swallowing again against his hand as he increased his grip on my neck.
“Yeah?” Mike was watching me. The dark expression was back, the one that promised power and pleasure and all things mind-blowing. There remained a hint of guilt hidden behind his eyes, but the more he touched me, the smaller it became until I could almost see the beast peeking out from behind his eyes, clawing to come out and play. I shuddered with the thought of being with Mike again, but I wasn’t afraid, and the arousal was pins and needles across my skin and an explosion of sensations before he had even touched me.
I was reacting to his demon side, and it felt amazing. If he touched me more, I don’t think I’d have the willpower to ask him to stop.
I didn’t want him to stop.
Mike’s expression darkened, and I bit my lip to hold back a moan as he moved his hand down, flicking my buttons undone one by one with expert fingers. When he shoved my shirt over my shoulders, he was no longer gentle, and the desperation of his movements was clear. I let him scoop an arm around my waist and lift me onto his lap, groaning when he bit and sucked at my neck. There was a voice in my head that screamed that this was wrong, and he wasliterallya monster, but I couldn’t believe it. Because the Mike I knew would never hurt me and would only give me pleasure. My skin tingled everywhere he touched me, and I simply didn’t have it in me to deny the lust he was creating.
“Mike,fuck.”His teeth sunk into my neck, not enough to draw blood but close, as his hands desperately clawed at my back. He growled again, ran a hand up the back of my head, tangling in my hair, and pulled my mouth to his. The second his tongue touched mine, I moaned. His taste was intoxicating, and was his tongue longer? At the realization, my mind simply became a blur of obscenities as Mike undid my pants and shoved his hand down the front, gripped my cock, and made me cry out.
His growl deepened before it became a snarl, and he stood, taking me with him as I wrapped my legs around his body. I weighed nothing to him, and he didn’t break his mouth from mine as he turned and dropped me back onto the couch, yanked down my pants, and exposed me to him.
“Get naked.” I panted the words. “I want to feel your skin next to mine.”
He was radiating so much heat I was surprised his clothes hadn’t burst into flames because I sure as hell felt like I was about to. Leaning back slightly, he hesitated as his hands went to the buttons on his shirt, but systematically he undid them, and I tried not to stare as the scars on his chest were revealed. The gauze was gone, and the scars along his chest were an angrier red than those that covered the rest of his body. They must’ve been deep cuts, slicing back and forth across his chest. Were these new scars, or did he just not want me to see them last time? The question hovered on my tongue, but Mike swallowed it when he shrugged his shirt off and kissed me again.
Mike broke the kiss to run his tongue up my chest and over my nipple, making me jump. The sound of his belt and buckle clinking and being pulled undone filled my senses, and blindly, I groped forward, desperate to get my fingers around his cock. As he tugged his pants down, he shifted so I could wrap my fingers around his hard length, feeling the smoothness of his skin and running my thumb over the head of his cock.
Reaching between my legs, I stroked his length as he removed his shirt and let his pants fall to the floor. Grabbing my thighs, he tilted my hips back and plunged his tongue between my cheeks.
“Ohfuck!”
Mike pressed his tongue against my hole, coaxing me to open up to him. His grip on my thighs was almost painful as he bent me back at the hips, exposing me fully to him and working his tongue in and around my ass. He expertly prepared me to be fucked, and although I knew the man between my legs was no man, not human, I still ached for his touch, for him, and I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the feel of his hands and tongue. When he slid a finger inside me, I saw stars and failed to contain the volume of my moan when he added a second. Mike gripped my cock, working my length in tandem with his fingers inside me, and I gripped the couch, a mixture of incomprehensible words and sounds falling from my lips.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged him. I watched his eyes as the yellow passed over them again, lingering as he stared at me, the possessiveness evident in his gaze and sending a hot flush over my body.
Spitting on his hand, Mike worked it around his cock and positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. The almost constant rumbling growl in his chest continued, and where he gripped the couch next to my head, the fabric tore and gave way as he pushed forward, stretching me to my limit. Achingly slowly, he pushed in, and my hands shot to his forearms, gripping him as my mouth hung open, taking in the delicious stretch of him.
Rocking his hips against mine, he took his time, pushing in a little deeper with each thrust. Mike’s breathing was heavy and ragged. I studied his face and the twitch of his jaw as he clenched his teeth together.
He was holding back.
“Mike,” I whispered, and when he opened his eyes, they were still yellow, a frown deepening on his forehead before they cleared to gray. “It’s okay, you don’t need to hold back.”
“Don’t want…” The words were jagged as he pushed them through his clenched teeth. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I can’t even say how I knew that, but I felt it in every fiber of my being. He wouldn’t hurt me. He never would.
There was a brief moment of lingering hesitation before he snapped his hips forward, pressed flush against my ass, and completely penetrated me. I cried out, gripped his back, and Mike waited a beat for a protest that wouldn’t come before he began fucking me with hard, relentless thrusts. Every movement almost drove me over the edge as the head of his cock rubbed against that sensitive part inside me that exploded with pleasure.
