Cupcakes, Curves and Don't Forget Demons

Chapter 4

Dominic

 Tea was such a simple thing to enjoy at a time like this. Someone powerful was sending demons after her and here she sat, next to me, carefully sipping her tea. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her pucker her lush pink lips and softly blow into the steaming mug. Her deep red hair fell over her shoulders and hid her face from me. I wanted to reach up and brush it away so that I could continue admiring how relaxed she seemed to be despite what had happened.

 Mentally reprimanding myself, I looked down at my own mug of the aromatic liquid. I had sworn that I would never become involved with another female, and I was going to keep to that. Especially considering inter-species relationships were frowned against on the demon plane. Humans were not strong enough to survive a demon mating.

            "So Dominic, tell me about yourself." Acacia said, looking up at me with those deep emerald green eyes that had captured me from the moment I first saw them. Humans rarely had such startling eye color, but then I was not sure she was even entirely human after I'd seen how determined those demons were to get her. There was no way someone powerful enough to conjure demons and invade dreams was doing all of this for a mere human.

            She huffed, "Stop staring at me like a creep and talk."

            "I apologize. I was not aware that my gaze was making you uncomfortable." I said in response. I didn't t know why I kept catching myself staring at her.

            "Anyone would get squirmy if you stared at them for that damn long. Your eyes look like they have no soul behind them." She sipped her tea, wincing as the liquid seared her lip.

            "I do not. Demons are born without souls. That is why many collect them." Perhaps I was telling her too much, but she made me want to talk. Made me want to tell her all of my secrets, if it meant that I could bury myself deep inside her and...Stop! I growled at myself to get control.

            She arched a red brow at me, "Eh that makes sense, I guess." Glancing over at the clock above the stove, which was flashing four a.m., she sighed. "Yet another night that I don't get to sleep through. Joy."

            Scooting back the bar stool, she stood up and stretched her arms above her head, her little black nightie riding up high enough to show the very bottom of her perfectly rounded ass, and all of her thick thighs. I felt myself hardening as I watched her, my flesh growing hot, which if I did not calm myself, would turn into a full on blaze. She looked down at me, saw me watching her and quickly dropped her arms to her side.

            "I am so not used to having a damn guy around. You're staring again asshole." She said, walking away, her half empty mug left sitting on the island. I couldn't help but continue to watch as she left, her hips swaying as she walked. I would take her before this mission was done with. And I would take her in the most fierce, brutal way that I could. I was sure she could survive it, as I was just as sure that she was not a hundred percent human either.

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Acacia

  What a jackass, I thought as I curled up in my favorite chair. Looking at me like I was a piece of meat or something, what the hell. As I had stretched, I had felt his gaze on me and it had made my entire body tingle and a warmth start to build from my center. I had never had a man look at me the way that I caught him looking at me. But when I had, it assured me that he wanted to fuck me just as badly as I kept telling myself that I did not want to fuck him. He was a demon for Christ's sake, and he'd probably tear me apart and eat me or some demonic shit like that.

 Strangely, that thought made me tingle again and I mentally kicked myself. I swore that, sometimes, I had serious mental issues...Or at least sexual ones. I'd always had kind of a bondage streak but none of my ex-boyfriends had been into that kind of thing. Sex had been good, but never completely fulfilling, which is why I didn't really care that I had a complete lack of a sex life. Until Tall, Dark and Scary had walked in. That man screamed sex, the hard, violent, dirty kind.

 His frame filled the entry way as he finally followed me into the living room. I had wondered how long he'd sit in the kitchen. I had half expected him to stay there all night. He made his way over to the suede futon, where I had made a bed for him earlier that night. The quilted blanket still lay folded at the foot of it, unused. I kept it somewhat chilly in the apartment so I was surprised that he hadn't needed it. But then again, he was a demon. I hated that I had to keep reminding myself that.

 "So you're one of those women." He said, breaking the silence.

 "One of what women? You start conversations with the strangest shit."

 He gestured to the book on the side table, pink tassels hanging out about three-fourths of the way through. I tapped the tips of my fingers over the cover of it, my nails making little click click noises. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Why does it matter?"

 "It seems that it has become quite the trend for women to read stories like that and to experiment these days, yes?"

 I couldn't help but laugh a little, "You think that I am one of those vanilla house wives who are hopeless romantics, and who think that bondage is just being handcuffed and shit?"

"You're saying that you aren't?"

 I pulled my little green fleece blanket down from the back of the chair and covered myself with it, trying my hardest not to break into hard laughter. "No, I am nowhere near that. I could not care less about romantic shit, unless it's on the T.V."

 He settled back against the futon, crossing his muscled arms, which caused his biceps to bulge out and in turn, caused a little tingle between my legs once again. Why was I talking to some strange demon man that I had just met hours before about my sex life, and how the hell did we even get into this conversation? I picked up my book and cracked it open, signaling that I was done talking.  He continued to sit there, arms crossed and staring at me. I was getting really irritated with the damn staring all the time.

 "You're doing it again." I said, not lifting my eyes from the page of my book, even though I could not even concentrate on the words.

 "I'm trying to figure you out." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The white t shirt I had picked up from a drugstore on the way home from the bakery stretched tight across his chest. Giving up, since I obviously was not going to be able to concentrate on the book at all, I dropped it back onto the side table.

            "Well stop." I unfolded my legs and pushed out of the chair, keeping the fleece blanket wrapped around me so that he wouldn't get another glimpse of anything my nightie revealed. "I'm going back to bed." I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep but at least I would be out of his sight.

            He nodded and then lay down on the sofa, his long, toned body stretched out for me to see. Now I was the one staring, and it took a lot of self-control to turn away and leave. Walking to my bedroom, I contemplated what I was going to do. This man had me twisted up in all sorts of ways that I was not used to. I barely even knew him and I wanted him more badly than I had ever wanted a cupcake, and that was saying a lot.