Demon Huntress

She hadn't said it, but he filled in the blanks, and although he wanted to make her come in his mouth, he reared up, tore off his shirt and sent buttons pinging off the walls. Too impatient to shed his pants, he yanked open his fly with one hand and entered her with a hard thrust. Tight, silken heat surrounded him, a mix of intense sensation that made his arms shake as he covered her.

She clung to him, wrapped her legs around his waist and rode him with a strength and enthusiasm he'd never encountered. He'd taken a lot of females in his life, females who played at s.e.x like a contact sport, but Shu lan . . . she rocked his underworld. She rode him as if she had something to prove, and suddenly he found himself beneath her, squeezed between her iron t.h.i.g.hs.

Her pulse leaped in her throat, in time with the small spasms that clenched his shaft and had him on edge and ready to spill inside her. He punched his h.i.p.s upward, drove so deep her knees came off the bed. Dropping one hand, he spread her wide, used his thumb to rub her rigid button.

"Come," he panted, his voice harsh, as if he could make her cl**ax with a command.

"I want to, God, I want to . . ." She increased her pace, sliding up and down on his shaft so hard that the slap of wet flesh striking wet flesh nearly drowned out the fleeting, confusing voice in his head that told him to use the knife.

On himself.

Use it to draw a few precious drops of bond-blood. If she was his . . .

For all that was unholy, what was he thinking? The s'genesis should come with a warning label.

"I can't . . ." Shu lan's cry of frustration took him down a notch, back to where he needed to be. A tear rolled down her cheek, and f.u.c.k, he couldn't take it. She quivered with the need for release, her jaw clenched so tight her lips had turned pale.

"Please."

Grasping her h.i.p.s with both hands, he steadied her against him. "Touch yourself. Make yourself come."

Her fingers dipped between them, and she threw her head back as she circled her bud. Her abs flexed, and her b.r.e.a.s.ts, flushed and heavy with arousal, bounced as she rode him as if they were oiled. The sight of her riding him and pleasuring herself was enough to push him past his limit, and he had to bite his lip until he tasted blood to keep from climaxing.

"Won't work. It won't work!" She shook her head wildly, her hair a tangled mess that covered her face.

"Dammit!"

She was a mystery. A beautiful, ferocious mystery, the way she was so tough, so dangerous, and at the same time, vulnerable in ways he'd never have expected and couldn't understand.

"I will get you there," he swore, and flipped her, pulling out so fast she didn't have time to look surprised. Taking his c.o.c.k in his fist, he pumped, imagined it was her hand squeezing his hard length. balberith demons couldn't masturbate to o.r.g.a.s.m, making s.e.x with females a necessity to relieve the intense, constant s.e.x.u.a.l cravings, but he could get himself close enough for Shu lan to take over. Her slippery juices lubricated him perfectly, and in half a dozen pulls, he walked the line between heaven and hell.

"Spread yourself with one hand," he panted, "and touch me with the other."

Reaching between their bodies, she obeyed. The moment she closed her fist around his shaft, he came. Legs shaking as he straddled her t.h.i.g.hs, he bent, spurted hot bursts of seed over her center, coating her quivering flesh, her swollen lips, her pulsing nub.

"Oh!" Tiny whimpers escaped her, and she threw her head back, her h.i.p.s tilting toward him.

Son of a bitch, she was gorgeous, her hair whipping over the pillow in a cascade of fire, her skin slick with sweat, her muscles rippling. He held himself away from her, his breathing still not settled as he watched her approach o.r.g.a.s.m. She didn't need manual stimulation now. His s.e.m.e.n was too powerful, a stimulant in its own right.

"That's it," he whispered. "Let it happen."