Page 42 of Date with a Demon


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I turned onto the street and saw her tiny form running out of the crumbling building. She scanned the area and started toward me. Behind her, a wolf shifter stuck in half-shift—which was a painful condition—stalked toward her.

We reached her simultaneously. I didn’t waste any time leaping off my bike already running. I formed my hand into a giant fist, putting extra substance into it, and made it as solid as I could. I punched the shifter in the face.

He was fast, though, and dodged my first attack. He growled and lunged at me, but I was still dematerialized everywhere but my fist. He charged right through me. I grabbed him by the arm and redirected his momentum, flinging him against the side of the van they’d used to bring Tansy here. The side of the van crumpled with the impact.

It wasn’t enough to keep him down, though. The shifter sprang at me. I punched again, and this time, my massive fist didn’t miss. He went down hard.

Shifters were tough motherfuckers, though, and he wouldn’t stay down. But I didn’t need to take him out. I only needed to distract him long enough to get Tansy out of here. Her safety came first.

I helped her onto my bike and got on behind her. I took one last look back as I sped away and saw Dean stumbling his way out from the collapsing structure. I flipped him the bird for good measure.

Dean was alive, and that meant Amrita was still stuck in his body. I understood Tansy’s need to know where the spirit was now. If Amrita were free, we’d have had no idea where she’d strike next. As long as she was in Dean, she was predictable.

I headed home and didn’t stop until we were back inside the penthouse’s underground garage. I helped Tansy off the bike and patted her down, looking for injuries, relieved when I found nothing out of place. “Are you hurt?”

She shook her head. “Just scared. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t mean to bring down the building.”

“It’s okay. You did good.” I pulled her into myself, thanking whatever god would listen that she’d escaped the building unharmed.

Tansy had done most of the rescuing herself; I’d only shown up for the final getaway. My little witch was brave and capable, but now that the ordeal was over, she seemed to collapse in on herself. She clung to me as if she needed me to stand.

I held her the entire ride up to the top, glad the penthouse had its own private elevator. I didn’t know how I’d react to anyone daring to lay eyes on her right now. Tansy seemed so small and vulnerable. And tired. She looked tired. She must’ve drained her magic bringing down the building.

Once I got the door to the penthouse open, I swept her into my arms, carrying her inside and into our portion of the home. I put her down on my couch and let go to grab her a blanket and some water, but she held onto me.

“I’m just grabbing you a blanket.”

“No, don’t go. I don’t need one.” Her eyes pleaded with mine. “Just stay.”

“Okay.” I sat down on the couch with her.

She climbed over onto my lap, straddling me and hiding her face on my neck. She nibbled lightly, and my cock sprang to attention.Not now.I gritted my teeth. She’d just survived an ordeal, and she didn’t need me mauling her.

But she noticed the firmness rising between us, and she rolled her hips.

“You don’t need to. Just ignore it.”

“But I want to,” was her husky reply.

“But you’ve just been attacked, and you’re hurt.”

“I don’t care. I just want you.” She dragged her teeth down my throat. “I need you to touch me. Make me forget. Don’t make me do it myself.”

Her hand slid down between our bodies to the V of her legs. “Please.”

Fuck! The softly whimpered “please” was my undoing. That, combined with her needy fingers as she clawed at my clothes, trying to remove them. I grunted and dissolved my clothing.

“Yes,” she hissed.

Now she clawed at my skin, and her dull little nails felt divine. She kissed and tasted every part of me she could, and I kissed her back. I pushed her off myself onto the couch and tore off the wrapping that was her clothes. I loved doing that; ripping them off her like I was a rutting beast.

She grinned. “I’m going to run out of clothes if you keep doing that.”

She reached for my cock, and I held my breath. Her hands felt so good wrapped around my turgid length. Her fingers played over the nubs and ridges that made my cock different from that of human men, and she licked her lips.

I couldn’t stop the buck of my hips when she wrapped her lips around the swollen head. She jerked me off as her head bobbed up and down.

“More.” I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down on my cock until I hit the back of her throat and she gagged. “Tilt your chin up.” I tilted her head back and angled to ease myself down her throat.

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