The Demon Gives In

Jasper stared down at the dead body with raised brows. "So you found him..."

"Yes." Sebastian leaned back against the wall of the prestigious motel room, ignoring the blood staining into the expensive carpet. The necromancer, or what was left of him, lay at his feet. Nicholas stood beside him idly cleaning his nails with the tip of his dagger.

"And I take it he talked?" Jasper asked.

Nicholas smirked. "Oh, he talked."

Sebastian smiled sadistically. Once Nicholas got to work the necro had been more than accommodating with answering their questions. Too bad for him Sebastian never had any intention of letting him live.

When he finally found the dark wizard he'd immediately called Nicholas. He knew if he captured the necromancer alone he would never stay in control long enough to gain information. It had taken all he had not to rip the bastards head clean off right in the lobby of the human hotel. Luckily Nicholas had been following a lead on Bane's location and was close by. The old mercenary was particularly skilled at obtaining information.

Jasper cocked his head, inspecting the body. "And?"

"He was sent by Gabriel," Sebastian informed him. "The bastard didn't know why, only that it was imperative he not fail."

"And when he did fail the prick went on the run," Nicholas added. "The Mad One is not forgiving."

"And Shaw?"

Sebastian snarled, "Victoria was to be given to the wolf."

Jasper scowled. "What the hell is going on here?"

Sebastian felt as if he'd go mad asking himself that very same thing. Sighing, he rubbed a hand tiredly over his face. He'd been hunting down the necro relentlessly, not stopping to eat or sleep. He'd barely seen Victoria and damn did he miss her. It haunted him that each day she slept in his bed and he could not be with her.

"I grow weary of this," he said. "Nicholas, get the witches to clean this up before the humans find him. I don't care of the price. Jasper, take me home."

Nicholas nodded. "Very well."

Stepping forward Jasper grasped his arm. Sebastian sucked in a breath as the world went black. For one heart pounding second he felt nothing but pressing cold then he was standing outside his bedroom door.

Damn, but he hated phasing. If he needed to travel he preferred teleportation spells or amulets.

A thought struck him.

Leaving instructions with Jasper on a new gift for Victoria he entered his bedroom. Shutting the door his eyes fell on the bed. His heart clenched as pure joy and desire hit him in the gut. The thick drapes were pulled tight against the sun and the room was dark and cool. Victoria was sleeping, her dark hair spread out over his pillow.

She was wearing one of his dress shirts. She sleeps in my bed, in my shirt.

His cock shot hard and he just barely resisted the urge to go to her. He was covered in filth and didn't dare touch her. Instead he went to the bathroom and showered, trying to ignore his throbbing cock. Once clean he dried off and went to his closet to pull on a pair of sweats. The entire time his heart raced, he would finally sleep beside his female.

Turning back for the bedroom he stopped dead. Victoria was standing in the closet doorway, hands on her hips, dark eyes glaring. "Where the hell have you been?"

Before he could stop himself he grinned. Snatching the front of her shirt he pulled her against him. "I've missed you too, little one."

She looked like she wanted to yell at him some more but after a second she softened, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Did you find him?"

"I did."

Looking up at him she raised her brows. "What did he say?"

"He didn't know much. But he won't be a problem anymore."

"Did you kill him?"

"Yes," he answered honestly.

She nodded. "Okay."

Her reaction was surprising. "You're okay with that?"

"The prick sent his creepy ass ghouls after me."

Chuckling he kissed her forehead. "That he did."

"So does that mean you're staying," she asked cautiously.

Rubbing a hand over her back he nodded. "Yes. For now." The last thing he wanted to do was leave her again.

Standing up on her toes she whispered, "Can we have sex?"

Well fuck! Growling he clenched his teeth. He badly wanted to fuck the little halfing against the wall, on the floor, over furniture. Shit, he could spin her around right now and take her standing. His mind reeling with images of her receiving him Sebastian managed to rasp, "Victoria, you know we can't."

She scowled. "Why not?"

Letting her go he stepped away from her. If he didn't get some space he was going to take her. Going back into his bedroom he sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his hands over his face.

"Sebastian?"

"You know why, Victoria. I thought you said you didn't think you could handle my touch?"

She flushed. "I've been...practicing."

His cock jerked. Surely that wasn't what she meant..."Practicing?" he repeated.

"You know, like conditioning myself."

Sebastian shuddered, images of her pleasuring herself filling his mind. He'd sell his soul to see that. "In my bed?"

She cleared her throat. "Sometimes."

"And did you come?" he asked hoarsely.

"I couldn't. I kept thinking of you and...and it wasn't enough."

He stifled a groan. She thought of him while she pleasured herself? Don't imagine it! He took a deep breath, turning his head away from her to stare at the wall. The demon within was already slamming against the cage. He wrestled for control, his claws digging into the bedspread.

"Do you not want me anymore?" she asked quietly.

Sebastian's head snapped forward. Victoria was looking at him worriedly, her plumb lower lip caught between her teeth. Her reaction baffled him. Wasn't he supposed to be the one in doubt? She was beautiful and he was...

With a low growl he commanded, "Come here."

She went to him hesitantly, standing between his legs, her eyes wide and unsure. His heart slammed in his chest. He had to grip the edge of the bed to keep from grabbing her. Don't do it. Don't touch her.

Raking his eyes over her body he hissed in a breath. Her luscious curves were pressed against the fabric of her shirt, the peaks of her breasts hardening under his gaze. The top buttons were undone and he could see the soft swells of her cleavage.

"You are so beautiful," he said, his voice like gravel. "I want you over and over. In the past five minutes I've imagined a dozen different ways I'd take you."

"Like...like what?" she asked brokenly. He could hear the desire in her voice, turning it thick. It was beyond arousing.

Maybe he couldn't have her physically, but what was the harm in telling her exactly what he would do to her if he could? Gripping her hips he pulled her closer. "First, I'd pin your little body against the wall."

She swallowed, hard. "Then what?"

He smirked, his tongue flicking out to taste the exposed skin of her collarbone. "I'd kiss your sweet lips until you were shaking against me, moaning for more. Just like that night you kissed me."

Victoria shivered, as if remembering. "I was worried you wouldn't like it."

His eyes shot to her face. She looked so unsure and vulnerable it made him growl. "I fucking loved it."

Licking her lips she whispered, "You did?"

"I almost took you right then and there," he admitted roughly.

Her eyes widened before her blush deepened. Pressing closer she asked, "What else would you do to me?"

Clearing his throat his gaze traced the soft curve of her neck. "I'd kiss and suck your neck, because I know you like it and it turns you on."

She sucked in a breath.

His cock throbbing he grated, "Then I'd kiss you lower. I'd want to go slow, undressing you piece by piece. But I know I'd just end up ripping off your clothes, exposing those perfect breasts."

She moaned, her arms wrapping around his neck, pressing against him. Obviously she liked that idea. "And then?"

Unable to resist the temptation he lowered his lips to her breasts, kissing the lush swells. His voice was a deep rumble against her skin, "I'd lick and tease your nipples until they were aching for my mouth. But I wouldn't take them, not until you begged me."

"And when I begged you?" she panted, as if there was no doubt that she would.

"I would suckle them in my mouth and lap them with my tongue."

She jerked, her head falling against his shoulder. "Sebastian, I would be aching for you. I don't think I could stand it."

Snarling he gave a long lick up her neck. "Then I'd slide my hand between your thighs and pull aside your panties, touching your heat. Would you be wet for me?"

"Yes," she admitted on a moan. "Would you be hard for me?"

"I'm hard right fucking now just thinking about it." His cock was leaking into his sweats. It shocked him that he hadn't tried to take her already. The demon in him was rocking the cage like a mad. Yet he remained in control.

"And what if...what if I wasn't wearing any panties?"

He jerked upright. "Are you?"

She bit her lip and blushed.

Oh fuck! Before he could stop himself his hands clamped around her thighs. She whimpered as he slowly slid his palms upward, pushing up the hem of her shirt, exposing the creamy skin of her upper thighs. Higher...Higher...

The sight of her naked sex sent him reeling with desire. She was already wet for him, the glistening folds just begging for his mouth. "Female," he grated.

"I want it. Please, Sebastian," she pleaded.

******

With a deep snarl Sebastian shot upward. Victoria gasped when he slammed her against the wall, his thigh wedged between her legs.

"You're in need, female?" he asked roughly, his thigh pressing against her aching sex.

"Yes." She would do anything for him to touch her.

Baring his fangs he grabbed the sides of her shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying. Excitement shot through her. His eyes began to glow, the fiery orbs staring hungrily at her exposed breasts. Then he cupped them in his large warm hands as his head descended.

Sebastian kissed all around the taut peaks, his hot lips searing her skin. Victoria cried out as his tongue lapped one aching point. Her back arched, her hands gripping his head to pull him closer.

"I've been dying to have these in my mouth," Sebastian growled. But he didn't take one. He continued to lap and tease until she writhed against him.

"Please, Bastian."

"Do you want me to suck them, love?" he asked roughly, the tip of his tongue flicking.

"Please!" She tugged on his hair.

Grunting he wrapped his lips around one aching peak, sucking hard. She cried out, her hips bucking. He sucked and licked, making her throb. Victoria rocked her hips, that aching point between her legs rubbing deliciously against his thigh.

Even this little bit of contact was nearly maddening with its intensity. "Sebastian."

Switching to suck the other swollen nub his big hands moved to grip her ass. Then he moved her hips, grinding her sex against him.

She cried out, her eyes squeezing shut. The pleasure coiled, tightening.

"I can sense your close. Come for me," he commanded, his accent thick. He caught her stiff nipple between his teeth, tugging it further into his mouth.

She came instantly, crying out his name. It was mind blowing. She sobbed as the pleasure raked through her body. Sebastian clutched her too him, letting her ride out the pleasure. Then he dropped to his knees in front of her. Her eyes widened. "Sebastian..."

His golden eyes bore up at her as he hooked her knee over his shoulder. She flushed, in this position she was completely exposed. His eyes flicked to her sex, staring transfixed as he licked his lips.

She shuddered, unconsciously rolling her hips closer.

"Ah, that's it." He rubbed one of his horns against the inside of her thigh. "I'm going to lick you here until you come on my tongue."

Holy Fuck!

Sebastian looked up at her once more. "Once I start I won't stop, Victoria," he warned. "I'm going to make you take it until you come, do you understand?"

Her heart hammering she nodded.

Gripping her hips tightly he leaned in. Victoria nearly screamed at the first feel of his tongue licking up her sex. "Oh my god!"

He groaned with approval and did it again and again before wrapping his lips around the swollen bundle of nerves and sucking.

"Sebastian!" Her hips bucked as she thrashed. The pleasure shot through her, making her back arch sharply. It was too much. She tried to twist away from his mouth. "I can't."

His hands tightened, his claws digging into her skin as he held her firm. Then he set in, licking and sucking her wet flesh. She sobbed and cried out uncontrollably, unable to move away or stop the exquisite pleasure.

If she were human the intensity of it would have killed her.

When his tongue dipped into her sheath she lost it. Her back bowed, her hands flying down to grip his horns. He gave a harsh snarl against her, returning to suck on that aching nub. She rocked mindlessly to his tongue, chanting his name.

"So fucking good, female. Your taste is honey on my tongue." He groaned deep. "I want you to come, let me taste it," he ordered.

Fuck, the way he talked!

The orgasm hit her like a bomb, her head thrashing against the wall. She screamed until her voice went hoarse. Sebastian continued to suck and lick, driving her so high she feared she'd pass out from the pleasure. It went on and on.

"I can't stop. Please, Sebastian," she begged, pushing at his horns. With a growl he relented, giving her one last slow lick.

Then he stood. One hand slammed to the wall beside her head as the other pulled out his hard cock. Trembling she watched as he wrapped a hand around his shaft. With one stroke he came, coating her belly and thighs as he bellowed to the ceiling with pleasure.

She slumped against the wall, her legs so weak she feared they'd collapse.

"Don't move," Sebastian ordered, hastening to the bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth. She stood still as he wiped away his seed, his hand shaking. Then he tossed the cloth aside and yanked off her torn shirt.

Snatching her up he carried her to the bed. Lying down beside her Sebastian tucked her against his warm chest. "Was that enjoyable, female?"

Even though she was still reeling from her orgasms she just stopped herself from laughing. "Are you kidding? That just blew my damn mind."

Stroking his claws gently down her back he said smugly, "Good. When you've recovered I'll do it again."

Oh god. Her stomach jolted with excitement. She wondered if someone could die of pleasure. If so she was totally screwed.

AN: *Blush and fans self* That was hot.