He stepped back into the room and shut the door behind him. “Make me want to stay.” He leaned against the door, one ankle crossed over the other, dark eyes fixed on my hips.
“I don’t have to make you do anything,” I said, turning around. “You already want to.”
His gaze slowly traveled up my body until it reached my chest. “You really like teasing me, don’t you?” He undid his belt buckle.
I stepped closer to him. “Sometimes.”
He grabbed my wrist, drawing me to him until I was pressed against his chest. “All the time,” he said. He placed one passionate open-mouthed kiss on my lips, then laid wet and needy ones down my neck to my bare breast. I pushed my hand into his jeans, fingers grazing against him. He was hard for me already.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing against it. I clenched. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said. He tugged on my nipple, and I arched my back and moaned. “I love the way your body reacts to me.”
I pushed him away and knelt in front of him, toying with the buttons on his jeans. He stared down at me, lips parted, brow furrowed, eyes hazy as hell. “Dani,” he said under his breath. I slowly pulled down his pants and underwear, the head of his cock springing out.
My eyes widened at it. Here I was thinking that Trevon was big.
He pushed a hand through my hair and gently caressed the top of my head. I wrapped both hands around the base of his cock and sucked it into my mouth, tongue swirling around his head. I gazed straight up into his darkening eyes and took the rest of his inside of me until he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck.” He curled his fingers into my hair.
I bobbed my head back and forth on him, and each time I reached its base, he’d push his hips closer to me, so I’d take even more of him into my mouth. He continued to curse under his breath, muscles tensing. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He threw his head back. “Get up, Dani. Get up now.”
He snatched my arm and forced me to stand. Within a moment, he had spun me around, pressed his cock against my backside, and thrusted his fingers into my panties, then into me.
“Oh, God,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut. I clenched around him, a wave of cinnamon suddenly striking me. “Please don’t stop.” I reached behind me and grasped his cock in my hand, stroking it.
I just wanted it inside of me, filling me completely.
“More, Eros,” I said. “Please, I want more.”
I turned my head to gaze at him, but he grabbed the back of my neck, forced me to turn back to the wall, and held me in place. “Stay like this.”
His breaths were heavy and ragged against my ear. I continued to stroke his cock, and he loosened his grip on my neck. I turned to face him again—hungry for his lips on mine—but I only had time to catch a glimpse of something sharp and black protruding from his head before his grip tightened on my neck, forcing me to face the wall.
“I said to stay like this,” he scolded.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
He continued to pound his fingers into me, adding another one, until I could barely hold myself up any longer. “Cum for me,” he said harshly in my ear.
And, just like that, my legs were trembling. I clenched harder on his fingers, pressed my forehead against the wall, and came for him. Like he wanted me to.
All I could smell was his cinnamon scent. All I could feel was the pure adrenaline rushing through me. And all I could think about were his horns.
After a few moments, he pulled his hands out of my underwear and placed it on the wall next to me. “Fuck, Dani.” His nails dug into the back of my neck. I placed my palm on top of his hand on the wall, brushing my finger over his knuckles.
My eyes widened when I saw the paint chipping right under Eros’s fingers. Holy Hell. His nails were sharper than Trevon’s were.
“Can you let go of my neck?” I whispered.
He took a deep breath. “Give me a second.” After another deep breath, then another, he finally loosened his grip. I turned around—expecting to see a more frightening creature than Trevon—but it was just Eros. No horns. No claws. No black eyes.
The vein in his neck pulsed violently, and his eyes were hazier than I’d ever seen them. He excused himself to use the bathroom but didn’t return for a while.
When he came back in, I was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. A billion thoughts were racing through my head. This couldn’t be real.
The bed dipped, and Eros slid under the blankets with me, wrapping his arm around my waist from behind. He pushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, why?” I said, but I wasn’t okay.
“I just…” He hesitated. “I just wanted to make sure.”
We laid in silence, neither one of us actually sleeping. It started to snow outside again, and I would’ve thought it was beautiful against the city lights, but I couldn’t think of anything besides Eros.
“What’s bothering you?” he asked, lips against my ear.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.” His fingers curled into my hips.
I couldn’t believe that this was real life. I couldn’t believe that I was really going to ask this. I gulped. “Do you believe in the irrational?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Like supernatural stuff, ghosts and vampires and… demons.” I whispered the last word.
He tensed. “I don’t know. What do you think?”
“I don’t know either,” I said. But I did.
Demons were real, and one was lying right next to me.
CHAPTER 31
Dani
“So, do you think it actually worked?” Maria asked.
I placed the bag of popcorn into the microwave, leaned against the counter, and gazed into the living room. Eros and Zane were sitting on the couch, talking amongst themselves. Besides the glare of the paused romance movie on the TV screen, the room was dark.
Hell, everything seemed dark since I discovered that Eros was a demon. The way his eyes shifted between a piercing green and a reflective black, the way he could turn into one of the monsters from Mom’s stories in a single moment, even the way he looked at me with that devilish smirk.
Chillingly terrifying, yet undeniably erotic.
“Hopefully,” I said. “Did Trevon seem different when he left yesterday?”
“He said he felt better.”
The microwave beeped, the scent of butter filling the apartment. I took out the bag and walked with Maria to the living room. “Let’s just hope,” I said quietly to her.
While Maria sat a whole cushion away from Zane, I curled into Eros’s arm on the loveseat. He was rubbing the black metallic surface of his ring with his thumb like he had done last night after I asked him about demons.
“Oooh, what do we have here?” Maria glanced over at us, a mischievous glint in her eye. Eros brushed his hand against my shoulder, fingers dragging lightly over my skin and giving me goosebumps. “What’s going on with you two? You’re always either fighting or flirting. This is different.”
I gave Maria a side-eye. “I’ll tell you later.”
Eros pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Why don’t you tell her now?”
“Why don’t you tell her?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“She asked you.”