After a frustrated curse, his tone softened into a soft demand. “Tell me what you meant.”
“I have a week where I can do anything I want. I want to spend time with you. Is that so bad?”
His face softened minutely, his voice a hard whisper. “I want more than a week.”
She growled low in her throat with frustration. “Wanting a week does not mean I intend to drop you when the week’s over. It just makes more sense to take a little time together before a big commitment. ”
He thought about it then shifted and entered her in one smooth thrust. A tight fit, the move might have been painful if she hadn’t been so completely turned on and wet with it. She gasped, arching her back and unknowingly offering her breasts up like ripe fruit to be plucked.
“A week isn’t going to be enough. I think you know that. You want to discuss this logically? Bullshit.” He pulled back and ground forward hitting her clit and her sweet spot in one. She clutched at him, trying to keep her mind in functioning order while her eyes rolled back in her head. “You need time to admit who you belong to?” His voice, a hot growl in her ear, he nipped the lobe. “Fine. We’re going to stay right here until you forget what it’s like not to have me inside you.”
He pulled out and plunged back in, his hands going under her arms to hold her shoulders and pull for better leverage. She moaned at the exquisite friction right where she needed it. In and out, he battered her womb while she clutched him closer and begged for more. She wrapped her legs around his waist arching up to meet each thrust, her nails bit into his back, her heals dug into his ass and she screamed his name when she came.
He flipped her over, pulled her to her knees, forced his way in from behind. His teeth clamped down on her shoulder and held her in place with a warning growl. A hand went to her clit to work her back up to another screaming orgasm. He followed close behind, the wash of his seed like a hot brand on her womb.
“Ready to move in with me baby?” His grip was as possessive as his voice while he stroked her. The hand in her hair pulled through the strands in soft strokes and the kiss he placed on her neck was, well sweet. The man, a mass of contradictions, somehow made her feel both safe and cared for. She sighed trying to burrow closer and wondering how she could possibly have fallen in love with a seven-foot alpha male who not only growled but bit to make his point.
“It makes absolutely no sense.”
“Fuck that. Nothing ever felt this right.”
There it was, the one truth she couldn’t fight. Nothing had ever felt this right. He made her laugh. He blew her mind with great sex. The way he touched her, cared for her...
What exactly was she protecting here? She was already falling in love with him. Seemed a bit late to try to protect her heart.
“All right.”
He froze. “What?”
“All right.”
“All right what?”
“All right. I’ll move in with you.”
“All right, you’ll move in with me and call me master?”
She snorted out a laugh. “Nice try.”
Demon flipped her over to her back and leaned over her studying her with earnest eyes.
“You’ll move in with me forever?”
She opened her mouth and bit her lip: “I’ll move in with you for now.”
“For Now?”
“Indefinitely.”
“Indefinitely?” He growled.
“As in for the foreseeable future.”
He licked her abused bottom lip lightly. “I want forever.”
Clytie smiled her wicked smile. “I guess you have something to work towards then don’t you?”
He flashed a predatory grin that had her nipples puckering. “Oh baby, you have no idea who you’re messing with.”
She reached between them and took hold of his cock. The way his eyes rolled back in his head infinitely satisfying. “You think you have what it takes?”
He growled again and took her mouth like his life depended on having her taste on his lips. “Baby, you are playing with fire.”
“Demon.” She said squeezing him from root to stem as he shuddered in reaction. “Don’t call me baby.”
Within a short while, she was the one trembling. “Fine.” She arched against him between breathless pants. “Call me whatever you want.”
Chapter 7
It amazed Clytie how fast Demon moved after that. He made a call. Mac and Ben showed up with a truck and transported not only all of her art and equipment but managed to move all her clothes, books, computer, and toiletries while she supervised. Besides a few inexpensive prints and her cheap furniture, they took everything. He even had Mac forward her calls and mail. His efficiency at taking over her life was truly frightening.
Everything not art related went into Demons room, everything else went to her new studio. While not as big as her loft, certainly the place had better lighting.
“What do you think?” Demon rubbed his hands together in glee.
“I think I have whiplash.” She took a deep breath and looked around the large airy room with a full wall of windows. She had been working for the last hour and had everything exactly where she wanted. “You move awfully fast.”
“We should celebrate. Break in the bed.”
“Have you changed your giant bed since Saturday?”
“No.”
“Then the bed’s broken in already.”
“Yeah, but now you’re officially mine.”
Clytie turned to give him her full attention and was nearly singed by the heat pouring out of his eyes.
She took a deep breath, the man was dangerous. “I’d actually like to see the house if you don’t mind. Put away my clothes and stuff. Take a nice walk in your beautiful woods.”
“Right. The woods. Listen you should stick to the house unless I’m with you.”
“Why?”
“Wild animals.”
“What about them?”
“It’s not safe.”
“So, I will only go out during the day and keep to the trails like I would any other wilderness.”
“Better not to go at all without me.”
“Demon, I am going to need space to myself whether you like it or not. You cannot be with me every second of the day.”
“Fine. But do you have to leave the house for that?”
“Are you kidding?”
He guessed from her tone he had better be. He ran possible responses through his mind but how was he supposed to think when he had her here, in his house, and she smelled so damn good with his scent all over her. He had to keep reminding himself Clytie was human and needed space. Space? What the fuck did that mean?
“Knock, knock.” Ben pushed the door open. “Eli wants a word.” He said passing the cordless to Demon who escaped into the hall like a man offered a reprieve. Ben got a good look at the room and whistled. “Is this your work?” He stepped over to a large encaustic Clytie had finished in the last week. The work resembled a night forest with strange bold colors and a stalking wolf hidden behind layers of texture.
“This is incredible.”
“Thanks. I think it’s my best work to date.”
“How much do you want for it?”
She beamed at him and heard Demon growl low from the hall. She laughed.
“That’s pretty much what Demon said and I’ll tell you the same thing I told him. I honestly couldn’t part with it. But thanks for the thought.”
He stared at the art for another long minute before he turned to her with serious eyes. “You are an amazing artist.”