throughout my body. I shot into the stratosphere, all thoughts of getting up on time wiped from my mind as I rode the tsunami of pure, fiery desire.
Blaise climbed up my body, pressed his cock to my entrance and thrust deep and hard, filling me, driving inside until he was completely sheathed. Then he moved, sliding in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster, the friction prolonging my orgasm until his final thrust.
Buried all the way inside me, he held me, his member throbbing, pulsing, hot and thick.
When I returned to earth, to the sweat-dampened sheets of my bed, I lay there drained, satiated and amazed at how often we had sex, and how still I couldn’t seem to get enough of this demon.
As the passion cooled, I lay staring at the ceiling, wondering what I’d do with this man who wasn’t a man at all. I worried I might become too dependent on him.
I like taking care of you. Would that be such a bad thing?
“Yes,” I replied. “I do my own thing. I don’t want to answer to anyone.”
“You don’t have to answer to me. All I ask is that you include me in your life.”
“What if I asked you to quit following me around?”
No.
“What if I told you that you’re crowding me?”
“We work well as a team,” he pointed out.
“I’d really like to have some time apart.”
No.
“You don’t control me.”
“You are your own demon.” His hand drifted down my arm and across my breast, setting off a barrage of tingles, zinging from my skin to my core.
“Damn you,” I muttered, sleep slipping further from my grasp.
“I can smell your passion.”
“Why do you do this to me?”
“I do nothing you do not wish for. I only want to protect you from harm. It isn’t often a demon finds his perfect mate.” His gaze captured mine, holding me in the power of those brown-black eyes. He cupped my chin and leaned in to brush his lips across mine. “Your strength, your spirit and your heart enchant me. I would rather die than lose you.”
Though I wanted to fling his words back in his face, warmth stole over me. Sometimes I caught myself enjoying being taken care of and it shook me to the core. Having grown up fending for myself, I had difficulty allowing someone else to take on that responsibility. Especially when that someone was a demon. A very sexy and dangerous demon. “Smooth words. I swear you’re manipulating me,” I grumbled.
He grinned and tweaked my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, setting off a renewed aching desire in my center. “Is it working?”
“Damn you.” I rolled over and straddled him, lowering myself onto his hard length, taking him fully inside me. “What do you think?”
* * *
“Hey, Danske, lookin’ tired today.” A hard wad of paper hit the back of my head, knocking me out of my sleep-deprived doze.
I turned, shooting Rudy a kiss-my-lily-white-butt glance. “Shut up, Cardelli. Can’t you see I’m trying to listen?” I threw the paper wad into the nearby trash bin, eliminating his chances of launching it again.
The man obviously didn’t have a brain. He chuckled. “How’s that partnership with the demon thing goin’? Keeping ya up at night? You two seem joined at the hip. Or should I say joined at the dick?”
Anger spiked inside me, along with adrenalin and something else. Hell yeah, my partner was keeping me up at night. Blood surged low in my belly. Much as I liked my sleep, I couldn’t resist the demon. He was an addiction I couldn’t kick. I wanted to tell Cardelli to mind his own damned business and opened my mouth to do just that.
Let it go. The thought insinuated itself into my head, shooting down the words I would have thrown back at Cardelli before they left my lips. Blaise stood just inside the door of the briefing room, his dark gaze pinning mine, a slow smile curling his oh-so-freakin’ sexy lips. My insides hummed all over again, dispelling my exhaustion with just one look from his deep, dark eyes. I didn’t need my insides turning to mush and liquid fire, or images of his naked body rioting in my head. Not when I was at work in a room full of my male peers.
Don’t worry. They can’t hear our thoughts. They don’t know that you’re thinking of me naked.
Don’t do that! And get the hell out of my head.
Blaise chuckled softly.
The infuriating demon knew what pushed my buttons of anger as well as desire. And it made me nuts when Blaise slipped his thoughts into my mind. I forced myself to focus on Lieutenant Thomas, my boss, the detective in charge of this ragtag group of miscreants we called the Paranormal Investigative Team. Each of us had been hand-selected to handle the strange and unusual calls that came into the Fifth Precinct in Manhattan.
“As I was saying.” Thomas pointed at the computer-generated precinct map on the big white projection screen beside him. “We’ve had three deaths on the Lower East Side in the past few nights. No entry or exit wounds and no fractured skulls. The medical examiner says no poison was used. Nothing but dead bodies that appear to have had the life literally sucked out of them, and all in some state of undress.”
“Why not let homicide handle them?” I asked.
“Right that you should ask.” Thomas nodded in my direction. “Because they weren’t human deaths.” His gaze shifted to the demon leaning against the wall. “They were demons.”
Blaise didn’t blink, but the muscles in his jaw twitched, the only indication of a reaction to the news. “Anyone I might know?”
Thomas wrote the names on the whiteboard beside the screen, filling in dates and locations where their bodies were discovered. When he finished, he pointed at the names with his marker. “Antone Petrova, CJ Monahan and James Lorne. Did you know them?”
Our resident demon’s eyes narrowed. “There are a number of demons in Manhattan, but not so many that I wouldn’t know most.”
Thomas turned, dry-erase marker in his hand. “And?”
“Yes, I knew them.”
“Were they good demons or bad demons?” I asked. I would have considered it a service to the city if someone had offed several bad demons. “Someone save us some work?”
Blaise captured my gaze, his look intense. “I’ve had drinks with Antone and CJ. They weren’t a danger to humans, per se.”
“Define per se,” I prompted.
“They didn’t prey on humans.” Blaise’s lips tightened. “As for James, he was a player with human women, but no killer.”
“Nice. A little demon persuasion to get a woman in his bed.” I snorted. He’s not the only demon pushing thoughts.
Careful,
