Sympathy for the Demons (Promised to the Demons #1) - Lidiya Foxglove Page 0,52
and sort of doubled over with the kind of erection that Viagara commercials would suggest you call a doctor about, I probably did look like I had contracted a terrible disease. She reached out a tentative hand to me.
“Don’t!” I tried to evade her touch, but her fingers brushed my arm and I was hit by a wave of need so powerful that I don’t know how anyone could resist it. I felt like I would die if I didn’t have her. I grabbed her hands and pushed her into the wall.
“Bevan…!” Her cheeks were bright pink, but she didn’t exactly look afraid. She probably should be. Verbs like ‘plunder’ and ‘ravage’ were skirting the edges of my mind.
“I told you not to touch me. Please,” I panted. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m fighting it. But you…you can’t provoke me at all or I’ll lose my last shred of control.” I shut my eyes and forced my hands to uncoil from their grip on her slender bones. My cock throbbed with agony. I could turn into a bat, I thought, and then I couldn’t hurt her, but I wouldn’t shake the desire. I wasn’t sure I could actually manage to make the shift right now. Besides that…then I would be naked, and Jenny would get an eyeful of bat dick.
“Variel!” Jenny’s cries were getting more annoyed than frantic now as she banged on the door. Then she started looking around the doorway and all the edges of the house. She was small enough that if we had left a crack in that house anywhere, she could probably squeeze out, but Variel had carefully plastered in every spot. She cast a spell on the door, trying to open it.
I didn’t hear anything outside the cabin anymore. “It sounds like he might have gone inside my house,” I said. “We’ll just have to manage the night…”
“He didn’t give me a love spell,” she said.
“Of course not. He wants you to suffer. Male demons don’t give a shit if the woman enjoys herself.”
Her cheeks reddened even more dramatically. “Well…do you think…I would really suffer? Isn’t making love supposed to feel good?”
“Sure, it does, at the right time… But your first time probably will hurt. And he took the ‘right time’ away from us.”
“When is the right time? Is there a special amount of time we’re supposed to wait?” She bit her lip.
“You’re not trying to tell me you want to do this, are you?”
“Not if you don’t want to,” she said firmly. “I know you…weren’t quite as in love with me from the start as I was with you.”
“Is that what you think? That I don’t want to do this?” Gods, that was all my body wanted to hear. I went over to her again, and put my hands on her shoulders. She was shaking a tiny bit. “I definitely want to.”
“Is that you talking, or the spell?”
“It’s both. Every time I see you, I want you a little more. But I’m not some gropey human. I can wait, because all things have their proper rhythm. You don’t start a symphony with the crescendo, you know what I mean? I want you, but I also want to wait for you. Except, right now, I am finding it incredibly hard, and a night with you would be torture…”
“Well, I definitely want to. I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw you leaning in the doorway of your house.”
“When was that?”
“The first second we ever met!” She paused. “I think Lord Variel did this to us because he knows I want to be with you, but I don’t know the first thing about how to be a woman, or how to fall in love, and I never know what to do or say. He acts gruff, but I don’t think he would ever really hurt us.”
“You have too good a heart,” I said.
“I really just sense that he has a good heart too, underneath it all,” Jenny said. “But…it’s not Variel I like. It’s you. And this is…a little bit exciting. Like…the idea that you can’t help but touch me…” She bit her lip again. “I have to do what you say for seven years, don’t I? I promised.”
This time I had to kiss her. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Her hand tugged at my shirt and I pulled her to the bed.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jenny
Bevan was probably right that it was better and more romantic to take things slow, but the truth was, I