Demon on the Dance Floor
Cynthia Sax

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Cynthia Sax

ISBN: 978-159596-940-8
Formats Available:
HTML, Adobe PDF, EPub
MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader

Publisher:
Changeling Press LLC
PO Box 1046
Martinsburg, WV 25402-1046
www.ChangelingPress.com

Editor: Maryam Salim
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Adult Sexual Content

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Legal File Usage -- Your Rights

Payment of the download fee for this book grants the purchaser the right to download and read this file, and to maintain private backup copies of the file for the purchaser’s personal use ONLY.

The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this or any copyrighted work is illegal. Authors are paid on a per-purchase basis. Any use of this file beyond the rights stated above constitutes theft of the author’s earnings. File sharing is an international crime, prosecuted by the United States Department of Justice and the United States Border Patrol, Division of Cyber Crimes, in partnership with Interpol. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is punishable by seizure of computers, up to five years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000 per reported instance.

Demon on the Dance Floor

Cynthia Sax

This demon is dancing like there’s no tomorrow.

Having lived for over three thousand years, Maximus -- a powerful blood demon -- thinks he has seen everything. That is… until a sexy vessel dances into his nightclub. Max has never met an unattached vessel before. They are rare and coveted by demons. He is determined to bond with the brave little brunette, keeping her for his eternal mate.

Unfortunately every other demon on the planet wishes to capture her powers. Can Maximus woo and win his freedom-loving Kayla or will an ancient rival use darker tactics to bind her?

Chapter One

It was Friday night, and scantily-clad bodies writhed on the dance floor. Kayla moved to the pulsing rhythm, brushing against other dancers. She loved the decadent feel of skin. After a long week of little physical contact, she needed to touch. She looked up to the second level of the club. A man leaned against the railing, watching her. She needed to touch him.

His name was Maximus. Max to patrons. As far as she knew he had no last name. He didn’t need one. Everyone knew who he was. What he was. The blood demon owned the club. He was wealthy, ancient, and powerful. No one messed with him.

She shouldn’t mess with him either. She raised her hands, silently calling him to her. There was a flash of red in those demon black eyes. It could have been the strobe lights. Kayla fancied it to be desire. He slowly rolled up the sleeves of his black dress shirt, exposing muscular forearms. Her body vibrated with anticipation. He did that before he danced with her.

He never danced with anyone else. Kayla knew she was deluding herself by thinking that meant something. He was a demon. She was a mere human. He stomped down the stairs. Patrons scattered before him. He was large, looming head and shoulders over the average man. Those shoulders were impossibly wide, accentuating a trim waist.

He made his way through the crowd to her. Kayla resisted the urge to run to him. Instead, she danced, knowing he would come to her. That dark intent was etched into his face. Max wasn’t pretty boy handsome. His face was too wide and his chin too square. He was power personified. Black hair fell over his forehead. Kayla’s fingers itched to push it back.

A tall blonde danced in front of her, and Kayla lost sight of Max. All she saw were big breasts bouncing. She closed her eyes, blocking out her new view. She didn’t have to see that. She didn’t have to see him. She felt him approach. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up. The music slowed to a throbbing primal beat. A big hand clasped her swaying hips.

That was what she needed. She needed Max’s hands on her body. She leaned back into him, reaching up to wrap her fingers around the nape of his neck. His other hand slid under her halter top, his callused fingers rough against her stomach. She undulated against him, shamelessly brushing her ass against his crotch. He moved with her, pressing her into him. They were as one on the dance floor.

She lifted her chin and breathed in deeply. He smelled of expensive cologne and that distinctive scent that was all Max. That scent filled her body. They danced, lost in each other. Max’s demon heat warmed her. He kissed and licked behind her ear. His fingers stroked an inch below her left breast, his touch making her pussy throb to the rhythm. It begged for release.

As if reading her thoughts, he turned her in his arms. This close, there was no mistaking his desire. His eyes glowed red. His jaw clenched. The throbbing in her pussy intensified.

He pulled her to him so she straddled his thigh, her short black skirt pulling up. Sweet heaven. She ground against him. He felt so good. His right hand was on her ass, his fingers cupping and squeezing. His left hand was between her breasts. Her breasts and legs quivered. She was going to come, right in the middle of the dance floor.

“Max,” she cried out, her voice drowned out by the music. She clutched at his shoulders, frantic with feeling.

“Come for me, Kayla,” he commanded. His voice, low and deep, reached down into her, pushing her toward pleasure. She was helpless to resist it.

The other dancers faded from her view. All she saw and felt and heard was him. He coaxed passion from her using ancient, crude-sounding words she did not know yet understood all the same. She rocked against him again and again, her fever building. She was burning.

“Max.” She arched, sliding her pussy forward on his thigh, thrusting her breasts up. He bent his head, his hot mouth dragging along her curves, and she broke. The darkness of the club burst into the light of a thousand laser beams. She convulsed, shaking in his arms.

“Beautiful.”

He drew her up as she quieted, kissing along her body. He paused, his gaze fixed on her pendant. Kayla always wore it. It had been in her family for years, one of the last keepsakes she had from her parents. He smiled slowly and pressed his lips against it. The silver heated, burning her skin.

Kayla looked down in horror. The pendant was melting. Hot liquid dripped over her skin. Her body jerked as she was hit with an unrelenting blast of energy.

“Max?” She held on to him. The assault came from him. What was he doing to her?

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Max held her, rubbing her back, in a feeble attempt at comfort. Her long brown curls tumbled like silk over his hands. His body ached with desire, and his mind spun. His frail human was not human after all. That realization brought with it both excitement and betrayal. He immediately dismissed the betrayal as an unreasonable emotion. She hadn’t held her identity back from him. She clearly didn’t know she was a vessel. She thought he’d done this to her, her brown eyes flinting with accusing sparks.

Max hadn’t done anything. Vessels were rare, sought after by every demon. He had never -- in the over three thousand years he had lived -- met a vessel without an accompanying demon. Once bonded with a demon, they were paired for life, forming an eternal unbeatable team.

Kayla was not bonded. The amulet must have concealed her true nature. He would have recognized her otherwise. Any demon would have. Calmness stole over Max. The excess energy, the energy that pulled constantly at his control, drained from him into Kayla. Her trembling eased as her body grew accustomed to the flow between them. He took her hand, careful to keep in physical contact with her.

“Come.” He spoke into her ear. The music continued to boom. He had to explain her transformation in a quiet backroom.

“No.” She pulled away from him. He whipped out his hand to regain the connection but it was too late.

* * *

Roars bellowed from all corners of the room, breaking the liquor bottles displayed behind the bar. Hell. Max rushed a bewildered Kayla toward the wall and then turned, standing protectively in front of her. The dance floor cleared as demons threw human patrons out of their way. The music stopped as the DJ ran for cover.

Adrenaline pumping through his veins, Max shifted into full demon form. His clothes shredded as he grew, horns protruding from his forehead. He swept his tail over Kayla’s stilettos, needing to touch her. She gasped, backing up. She didn’t scream or faint, though. Max liked that. The woman was brave.

The first demon to attack was a baby, less than a century old. The clumsy youth flew toward him, claws extended. Max swatted him out of the way. The demon slammed against the far wall.

The second and third demons synchronized their attacks, running at him from opposite directions. Max flung a fireball at the smallest demon. The demon raised his shields too late and burst into flames. Max turned his attention to the larger demon. He lifted the demon in the air and tossed him against a pillar. There was a satisfying crunch as the demon’s backbone snapped.

Three demons tried their luck next, flying at him from the left, right, and center. Two he disposed of before they reached him. The third, a green monster, got a swipe in with his six-inch claws. Normally Max would have dodged the claws, his reflexes lightning fast, but Kayla was behind him. He had to protect her. He grimaced as the skin on his chest tore. Although he healed instantly, it hurt like the devil. To dissuade others and to appease his blood lust, Max sliced with his claws, severing the green demon’s head from his neck. Blood gushed. The skull cracked on the dance floor. That wound wouldn’t heal.

His satisfaction turned to regret as he heard Kayla whimper. He’d scared her with his viciousness. He felt her fear. Max continued to fight but he moderated his kills, reducing the blood and gore. The demons employed various tactics, trying to take his prize away from him. They didn’t work. Max, having been around for a few thousand years, had seen all their tricks. None of the local demons challenged him for age or power. They were warm-ups for the battles to come.

When the final demon fell to the floor, Max turned to Kayla. She stood with her back pressed against the wall, her face pale, her eyes clenched shut.

“It is done, Kayla.”

Her body jerked at his booming voice. She opened one eye, took a look at him, her mouth rounding, and shut her eyes again.

He grinned, shaking his head. She was adorable. He picked her up by the waist and slung her over his shoulder. She punched and kicked at him, her strength already magnified with the absorbed power. He ignored her efforts, carrying her into a backroom. His staff would clean up the mess on the dance floor. That was one of many things they were well paid for.

Kayla gave up trying to escape. She wouldn’t escape. She was being carried by a demon. Her mind spun. Kayla knew Max was a demon. She knew but she didn’t know that. He had looked human, not like now. Now, he was big and strong and red. She looked down. He had a tail. It swung back and forth and was attached to a tight, red ass, a very naked tight, red ass.

He abruptly released her. Scared of falling, she grabbed onto him. What she grabbed onto was his horns. He groaned. He had horns. She stared up at the gigantic things. She moved her hand along one. It was hard like bone yet covered with soft skin and pulsed with blood-filled veins.

“Kayla, please,” he roared. She had thought his voice deep before. In demon form, his voice sounded like the ground rumbling. “Please let go of my horns.”

She stared into his demon eyes. They burned with a fiery desire she had never before seen. Touching his horns was arousing him. She immediately dropped her hands. He slid her along the side of his body. She held onto him, her hands running over wide shoulders, a muscular chest, a flat stomach and… she pulled her hands back. He was indeed aroused, and his cock was proportional to the rest of him -- a massive erection the width of her wrist. “Max?” Surely he didn’t plan to use that thing with her. It would rip her in two.

“Don’t worry.” He laughed, his chuckle a low roll. “I’m smaller in human form.” She recognized his familiar grin and it reassured her. This wasn’t any demon. This was Max. “Not much smaller, mind you.” Her feet touched the ground. She stepped back. “No.” He pulled her forward, his huge hand gentle on her arm. “You have to touch me. If you don’t, the other demons will feel your presence. They will find you.”

She remembered how the demons looked at her and shivered. “Why do they want me?”

“You are a vessel.” Max’s body shrunk in size. His horns sucked back into his skull, his skin becoming the brown tan she was accustomed to. “You are very rare and very valuable. They wish to have you, bond with you. You will make them stronger.”

She was a vessel. What did that mean? She was human. “I feel stronger around you.” When he’d melted her pendant, she’d felt his power flow into her. “You melted my pendant,” she accused. Why would he do that?

Glaring at him, she realized he was still naked, magnificently naked. He was right. He wasn’t much smaller in human form. His cock remained erect, his cockhead broad and purple, his shaft slightly curved, dark hair curling around his base, over his balls. He’d fill her and then some. Her pussy moistened.

His nose twitched as though he smelled her. Her face grew hot. “Time for that later.” He grinned, squeezing her arm. “Hold onto me as I dress.”

He opened a closet. Multiple sets of clothes hung there. Kayla touched his back and his muscles rippled. He released her arm.”Melting your pendant wasn’t intentional. It must have been designed to ward off demons.”

He pulled on a pair of black dress pants, pushing his erect cock to one side in order to zip up. He hadn’t put on underwear. She gaped at him. During all their previous dances, he hadn’t been wearing underwear. She had been one zipper away from bare skin.

“It didn’t ward off you,” she pointed out. Had he only wanted her because she was this vessel he believed was so rare? Did she care?

“Come here.” He sat down on a desk -- the wood groaning with his weight -- and positioned her between his legs. “I thought you were human.” His thighs touching her, he shrugged into another black long sleeve shirt. “I didn’t know you weren’t.”

“I am human.” She frowned, shooing his hands away to button his shirt herself. “So I have to get another pendant and I’ll be fine.” Where would she find such a thing? She wished her parents were alive. They might have known. She sighed, her fingers reflexively closing around her pendant. She grabbed air. She didn’t have her parents and she didn’t have her only keepsake of them. She had nothing except for one horny demon.

One handsome, horny demon. Max leaned forward and kissed her forehead, his lips hot against her skin. “If that is what you want, to pretend to be human again, we’ll get you another pendant.”

“I’m not pretending to be human. I am human.” She had to be human. That was the only thing she knew how to be. She couldn’t be anything else.

“Hhhmmm…” He didn’t meet her gaze and that worried her.

She was human, right? Right?

Chapter Two

Kayla’s small hand tucked in his, Max drew her through his sprawling home. There was no need to touch her here. The historical estate was well protected from any intruders, demonic or otherwise. It was his sanctuary. He flipped the switch on his sound system, music banishing the silence. No, he touched Kayla because he wanted to and because she needed that reassurance.

He glanced back. Her face was pale, her brown eyes wide. She was in shock. He splashed some of his best cognac into a brandy snifter and handed it to her. “Drink this.” The liquor would put color back into her cheeks.

She peered at the dark amber liquid. “What is it?” Her hand shook, sloshing the brandy against the glass.

She didn’t trust him. For some reason he refused to explore, that hurt him. “Remy Martin’s Louis XIII.” She wrinkled up her freckled nose, and he smiled at her confusion. “A very old, very rich cognac.”

“Oh.” She sniffed at it. “I’m fine. I don’t --” The glass shattered. “Max.” She swayed, a piece of glass imbedded in her hand.

Max caught her in his arms. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” She wasn’t accustomed to her new strength. He secured her bleeding hand between his, holding her still. “This will hurt for only a minute.” He hoped. Her face creased with doubt, and he gave her his best encouraging smile.

“Look at me.” Her gaze met his. Pain flashed in those big, brown eyes as he removed the shard, and he wanted to howl with fury. How dare she hurt herself? He breathed deeper, regaining his control. “There.” He was proud of how mellow and soothing his voice was. He would not scare her with his rage. She’d experienced enough today. “That’s it.” He kissed her wound, lapping up her blood, the metallic taste coating his tongue. “See?” He held the cleaned palm up for her inspection, his anger melting away. “All healed.” Fortunately, she now had his power of recovery.

She stared at her hand as though it wasn’t hers. “What is happening to me, Max?”

He scooped her up, carrying her to the black leather couch. “It is your demon side.” He pushed her hair back. It was the softest thing he had ever touched, like the finest silk. “You are stronger. You heal faster.”

The first moment he saw her, he knew she would fit on his lap like this, like she was made for him. At that time he’d thought her mortal, a frail human who’d be with him for a short duration, leaving a hole filled with eternity. She wasn’t a frail human, and his demon insisted he claim her, bonding them together. It was tempting, so very tempting. She’d be safe. He’d no longer be alone.

“I don’t want to have a demon side.” She looked up at him as though he could solve everything. “I want to be a woman.” She touched his face, running gentle fingers over his cheek. “I just want to be a woman.” She sat up to kiss him, brushing her lips against his. “Make me feel like a woman.”

“I will.” That he could do. He crushed her to him, covering her mouth. Her hand grasped the back of his neck. He sucked on her bottom lip, catching the skin between his teeth, pulling it. She obligingly opened for him, and he sampled her sweetness. The taste of her pummeled his control. He surged into her mouth, thrusting with his tongue as he wanted to thrust with his cock. She tugged at his hair, the pain exciting him even more. He was so hard for her.

She appeared just as aroused. Her face was flushed, her cheeks high with color, her lips were swollen from his kisses. He licked them, soothing the burn. “You are so beautiful,” he told her.

“Max. Please.” Kayla moaned, wriggling in his lap, rubbing up against his rigid cock.

Max knew what she needed. He needed it too. He turned her until she straddled him, her skirt hiked up around her waist. He smelled her excitement, the musk of her hot pussy tantalizing his nostrils. With her thighs around his hips, she moved on him, grinding her pussy against his cock as she had on the dance floor. He’d almost taken her there. He’d been so far gone, so wrapped up in her.

She arched, thrusting her breasts toward him. He cupped them through the fabric. They were small and firm and oh-so-very responsive, her nipples pebbling under his thumb. She tugged her halter top up. He helped her remove that barrier between him and her bare skin, tossing it to the carpeted floor. She was pale and pink and perfect. He licked the hollow between her breasts, tasting the salt on her skin. She gasped, riding him, rising and falling in time to the music.

He circled her right breast before sucking it deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking her nipple. She cried out. He murmured encouragement, his words muffled by her skin. Her thighs shook. He followed the curve of her legs, stroking his fingers over pussy moistened silk. It was another barrier. He removed it with one pull, the fabric ripping. His unabashed show of brute force sent a ripple over the woman in his arms.

As he switched breasts, feasting upon her neglected left nipple, he juggled her body, lifting her pert ass, so he could unzip, pulling down his dress pants. His cock sprang free, nestling against her soft womanly curls. She moaned. “Better.” He heaved a sigh of relief. Finally they were skin to skin. He was content with that contact as she moved, grinding her wetness against his cock.

She was not. “Max, I need…” She rose, he assisted her, and she positioned him between her pussy lips. “Oh yes.” She made an erotic sound as she sank down on him, a long, slow slide that yanked at his control. She was so tight. “Max.” She whimpered with the fullness. He held her to him, breathing encouragement in a long dead language. He couldn’t find the English words. His mind was too crowded with sensation.

He was inside her. If he shifted now, if he took her in demon form, he’d have her. He’d pour his demon seed into her and no other demon, no other being could take her from him. She’d be his forever. His skin shimmered as he fought the shift.

“Max?” Wide brown eyes stared at him. Kayla’s face was frozen with fear.

That fear pushed his demon back in place. He couldn’t take her like that. “Ride me, Kayla.” He scooped her ass, drawing her back up. “Ride me hard.” He buried his face in her chest.

She gradually relaxed in his arms as he feasted upon her breasts, suckling them, reassuring her. He wouldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t take more than she offered.

Her skin vibrated in waves, building, building until she moved with it. She lowered upon him, and he sighed with contentment. That was what he craved. He filled her once more, her wet heat coating his cock. Her pussy gripped him snugly. He allowed her to set the rhythm, a pace building with the music’s tempo, until she was thrashing against him, her breasts bouncing, her ass smacking on his bare thighs. Her scent rubbed into his skin, a possessive branding he felt to his pores. He gritted his teeth. His balls were drawn up so tight, he was in pain, but he was determined to make her come first.

He pressed his thumb against her clit as she rode him. She called out his name, her body quivering. His cock bobbed inside her, struggling for release. He bent his head, covered a pink, pert nipple, and bit. She screamed, her hands frantically clutching at him, her pussy clenching and unclenching his cock in spasms.

Her sweet embrace pushed him over the edge. He shouted her name as he poured into her, filling her convulsing pussy with fierce, hot spurts of cum. He gave her all he had. Having nothing left, he collapsed, his forehead resting against her breasts.

* * *

“Max?” Kayla raised her head from his bare chest. She lay naked on top of him in the giant bed. His arms were around her. His cock was limp and spent inside her pussy.

“Hhhmmm…” His eyelashes fluttered open. His eyes blazed red with desire. His cock hardened, filling her. Again. He’d had her six times this night, and he wanted her again. He was insatiable.

She was insatiable also. Her pussy hummed in anticipation. “Are we bonded now?” Had that been the purpose behind the sex spree? Was she now bonded to him?

His body liked that question. His cock twitched inside of her. “No.” He flipped her onto her back and covered her, pressing her into the soft mattress. “To bond, I have to take you while in demon form.” His eyes glinted. He liked that thought too.

Kayla didn’t. With one quick slash of his claws, he had decapitated that green drooling monster. He’d also had horns though those were sort of sexy and a tail and that giant cock. “You’d kill me.” His cock would rip her in two.

He scowled. “I would never hurt you. You are my…” He paused. “I would never hurt you,” he finished lamely.

Kayla narrowed her eyes. She was his… what? Not that it mattered. It wouldn’t change the science. “You would hurt me, believe me. You’re too big. You wouldn’t fit.” He barely fit in human form, her pussy tender from his attentions.

“Oh…” His serious face went blank and then he barked out a laugh. “I believe I don’t actually penetrate you. I fit to you like this.” He withdrew until his cockhead pressed against her pussy lips. “I fill you with my cum only.”

“You believe?” She raised an eyebrow. He didn’t sound sure. He was supposed to be her demon expert.

Her breath hitched as his cock slid into her pussy. “I believe.” He shrugged, arrogantly unconcerned. “This is new to me also.” He withdrew. “Like I mentioned before, vessels are rare.” He thrust back into her. “You’re the first unpaired vessel I’ve met. Besides, I’ve never wished to take another woman while in demon form.”

He’d never taken another woman while in demon form. She’d be his first. He was ancient yet she’d be his first. The notion both frightened and titillated her. “So why didn’t you take me that way?”

“We’d be bonded.” He rocked into her, setting a slow leisurely rhythm. “You couldn’t pretend to be human then.”

She wasn’t pretending to be human. She stared down at his shoulder, where her healed hand rested. The cut hadn’t left a scar. That wasn’t normal. She shook her head. No, she was human. She had to be. Doubt filled her about everything, including his intentions. “You don’t want to be bonded with me?” He wanted to fuck her, the hard proof inside her, but an eternity together was a long time.

“I want it more than anything.” He pressed a tender kiss upon her forehead.

She looked up at him warily. He was being very nice for a blood demon. “Because you’d be all powerful.”

“Because I’d no longer be alone.” His red gaze slid from hers. A blush bloomed on his cheekbones. “I’m powerful enough,” he boasted, his rocking increasing in intensity.

She hung onto his shoulders as he labored over the top of her. He’d no longer be alone. She was alone also. It wasn’t a declaration of love but then she doubted demons could love. “I… am… human,” she insisted, panting with his thrusts, her passion building.

He stilled while deep inside her and frowned down at her. “In the morning, we’ll see a friend of mine. If anyone can give you a new pendant, he can. Is that satisfactory, woman?” he growled.

She wriggled, her pussy demanding movement. “My mind says it’s satisfactory, but my body wants more.” She pushed up with her hips. “Finish what you’ve started, demon.”

He thrust hard, and she cried out. “I can’t fuck you and talk at the same time.” He pounded into her, the bed sliding forward with the impact. “Make your choice, vessel.”

“Here’s my choice.” Her fingernails dug into his clenched ass cheeks, spurring him into furious action. His body tinted red. Her heart beat fast, her body trembling. She’d provoked the demon.

He didn’t shift completely but her pussy paid the price for her insolence. He pleasured her body into submission. The bedsprings squeaked a noisy compliance. She met each buck with one of her own, their bodies slapped together until her skin was raw and angry. It was a primitive display of power and dominance.

She held on as long as she could, stubbornly challenging him with her resistance, but when he angled his big body to rub directly against her clit, she knew her defeat was imminent. He had loved her half a dozen times before and had learned what she liked. All it took was a deep thrust, a sweep of his tongue over her nipple, and a coarse fingertip on her clit, and she screamed her surrender, flinging herself up into his arms.

He caught her, shouting his triumph, filling her with his essence, before crashing back down to the mattress. Her breath whooshed from her chest.

He rolled, rubbing his hands soothingly over her back. “You are mine, Kayla.”

She didn’t know what that meant but she was too tired to ask. Her eyes closed as he held her safe in his arms.

Chapter Three

“She was invisible to demons, you say?” Fridleif pushed his glasses back up his nose, flipping through dusty tomes, the paper crackling under his fingers.

“Not invisible. I could see her, but I thought she was human.” Max placed a protective hand over Kayla’s T-shirt-covered stomach. Upon their arrival, the Elf had cast a spell over the crowded hut. Knowing that magic wasn’t always effective, Max continued to monitor for other demons, sniffing the air for their odor. He wasn’t taking any chances.

“I am human,” Kayla repeated for the hundredth time that day.

Max’s fingers spread over the soft cotton. Wearing a pendant wouldn’t change what she was, but it would allow her time to adjust. When she did embrace her new identity, he’d be there. She was his.

“Vessel, vessel, vessel,” the elderly being mumbled to himself, scanning the books. “Got it. Spells to protect vessels.” His glasses dropped on his hooked nose. He pushed them back up. “Here it is, a concealment spell. Only a demon destined to love the vessel can break it.” His face twisted in a crooked grin. “Maximus, you surprise me, demon. I always pegged you as a fighter, not a lover.”

“You love me?” Kayla stared at him.

Max’s face grew hot. “I’m a blood demon, the most powerful of all the demons. Blood demons don’t love anyone,” he lied. “Fridleif, can you cast the spell or not?”

“I prefer Fred now. It sounds more modern.” The Elf searched through a drawer of pendants.

“And I prefer you not waste our time.” Max pressed Kayla against his body, relishing the feel of her. “Answer my question, Elf.”

“I can, though why you want me to…” Wise old eyes studied him. Max glared.

“Because I want you to,” Kayla spoke up. “I want to be human again.” She caressed Max’s arm.

“I see.” Fridleif’s gaze didn’t waver from Max. He nodded. Max nodded back. They would do this for her. “What do you think of this one?” The Elf held up a pendant with a red stone in the middle of it.

“I love it.” Kayla beamed, clearly enchanted. “It is the color of Max’s eyes when… well…” Her face flushed a delightful shade of pink. “When…” It was the color of his eyes when he looked at her. Max grinned. Yes, she would be his soon. She reached out to touch it. The pendant flew from Fridleif’s hands.

“Maximus.” The mystic shook his head.

“It wasn’t me.” It could have been him, but it hadn’t been intentional. The demon in him resisted this move. The pendant would block Kayla from him. He wouldn’t be able to feel her presence. The thought made him want to beat his head against the wall until it bled.

“We will do this without you, Maximus.” Fridleif shuffled across the room to retrieve the pendant. “You may go.”

“No,” Max and Kayla replied in unison, holding onto each other.

“Then it doesn’t happen.” The Elf’s bearded chin stuck out. “Your demon will not allow her to touch the pendant. You know this, Maximus.”

He did. He looked down into Kayla’s beautiful face. She wanted this. It would make her happy. “Our connection will be severed, Kayla.”

“I have your phone number.” She gave him a wobbly smile. “I’ll call you when we’re done. That’s how humans do it,” she teased.

“You do that.” If she didn’t, he’d search for her. He’d search for her until the end of time.

Max kissed Kayla slowly, passionately, memorizing her taste, her feel, her smell. He cupped her ass, clad in those tight jeans he had retrieved from her apartment. She leaned against him, her soft hands sweeping over his body. He wanted her so badly. Unable to bear the pain, Max reluctantly stepped away from her. The ache in his chest grew until he thought it would bring him to his knees. “You take care of her, Fridleif, because if she’s harmed, I will hunt you down and spend an eternity inflicting pain.”

That dire threat humored the Elf. “Understood. I will protect her life as though it were my own.”

“It is.” Max leveled a glare on him before turning to Kayla. “Kayla, I…” His voice broke. He crushed her in his arms, kissed her hard, and walked away. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t. It hurt too much.

Kayla watched him leave. Every part of her said she was making a mistake. That was foolish. She’d call him. They’d have a relationship, a normal relationship, as normal as a relationship between a demon and a human could be.

Except she didn’t feel human anymore. She wasn’t the same woman she was a week ago. Her feelings for Max had changed. She liked the connection between them. She didn’t feel alone.

“To give up all that power, he must really love you.” The old man shook his head in disbelief. “The big, bad Maximus in love. I never thought I’d see that in a million years.”

“Demons don’t love, you heard him.” His casual comment had hurt her. He said it like all they had between them was sex. Their relationship was more than that. It had to be.

“It is rare, yes.” Fridleif’s smile was kind. “But when demons do love, it makes them crazy. And a bit stupid, clearly.” He laughed. “You are a vessel, child. This pendant may delay your fate.” He slipped it around her neck. The pendant scorched her skin. “But it won’t change it. You risk much for this. If another demon senses you, and Maximus is not near…” He tilted his head. “Though I suppose your demon will guard you closely.” He touched the red jewel and frowned as his finger bent the metal. “It is melting.”

“No.” The silver ran in hot rivulets over her skin, burning her.

“Your demon is too strong.” He motioned to her. She bent her head so the shorter man could remove the chain.

“Max?” She straightened. Was he close? Her body throbbed with anticipation. Their connection remained, his energy a part of her, but she missed his touch and the flow of the power from him.

“No. Your demon. You.” Fridleif tossed the pendant in the trash. “You’ve absorbed too much power. Mere magic can’t hide you now. Unless…” He searched through his books. Dust motes whirled in the sunlight. “No, not that.” He flipped a page. He was a strange man, with a white beard that touched the floor and half glasses that slipped down his nose. Although he was short and thin, he radiated power. “Maybe.” He tapped his lips with an index finger. “No.”

A blast of energy hit her. It wasn’t from Max. It was darker, stronger. “Fridleif.”

“Sweet Esus, it is Augustine.” The man’s face froze with alarm. He ran across the room, reached into a black pot, and tossed the contents at Kayla. The liquid sparkled and danced on her skin, glowing a million colors rolled into one. “Run, child.”

Not needing to hear more, Kayla darted for the door.

“Call for your demon and run. I’ll try to hold him off. Esus, Augustine is strong.” He began to chant.

The unintelligible words faded as Kayla ran. This new energy hurt her. She screamed for Max. There was no love, no kindness in the flow. She ran along the street. She had to get away from it. She had to get to Max. Where was he?

A demon appeared before her. It wasn’t Augustine. This demon was too weak. Kayla didn’t slow. She couldn’t. The bad demon was behind her, gaining on her. She pushed the weak demon away, swatting as she’d seen Maximus swat demons. The demon flung back, surprise distorting his ugly face.

She ran, her lungs burning with the effort. Another demon appeared. She clenched her fists, preparing to pummel through him. She had to get away.

“Be gone.” The voice blasted her shoulders, and the demon in front of her flew backward. “Vessel.” A force dragged her back. Kayla ran faster. It was like running on an escalator with the escalator winning. The soles of her shoes scraped against the pavement. There was the stench of burning rubber.

“Max!” She screamed his name again and again, frantic to contact him.

“Maximus?” The demon laughed scornfully. “That stripling can’t fight me, vessel.” Her body flipped over. This demon was huge, purple, and, she swallowed hard, very aroused. His cock jutted out straight like an arrow from his body. She flayed the air, struggling to free herself. “You are mine.”

“Never.” She wouldn’t spend an eternity bound to this Augustine creature. She loved Max. “I don’t want you.” She was close enough to feel his heat.

“I don’t care.” Claws curled around her waist, pricking her skin. “Want me or not --” he gripped her belt -- “You will have me.” With one yank, he ripped the jeans off her, leaving her lower body bare.

“No!” She balled up her fist and struck him across the face. He merely grinned, pushing her down to the ground. She kicked him, aiming for his crotch.

“Enough.” He caught her ankles as she scrambled backward, pulling her toward him. Her nails dug into the street, grit and stones lodging into her skin. She couldn’t feel anything other than him, his dark power seeping into her. He spread her legs and lowered upon her, his giant cock sliding along her thigh. She thrashed on the pavement. She couldn’t spend forever with this monster.

A hard form hit them both. Kayla rolled, screaming as the demon’s claws sliced through her legs. When she landed, she was free. She scurried back, away from the demon’s hurtful energy. She pulled her shirt down to cover her nudity.

A familiar, loving energy soothed her. “Max!”

He stood with his back to her, his tail twitching. He was huge and red and his horns curled up to the sky. She had never seen a more welcome sight.

“Ahhh… your Maximus rushes to your side, vessel.” The purple demon picked himself up. “He found you despite my blocks. How sweet.” He was larger than Max. His claws extended farther. “It must be love.”

“She is mine, Augustine.” There was a hard edge to Max’s voice.

The corner of Augustine’s mouth quirked upward. “Then you should have fucked her when you had the chance.” He circled, Max rotating to face him. Kayla limped behind Max. Her leg was healing but slowly. “You always were soft, Maximus.”

“And you always want what you can’t have.” Max twitched, cracking his neck.

That taunt hit a nerve. The purple demon growled and flew at Max. Claws connected with flesh before Max threw the demon off him.

Kayla stared with horror at the gushing wound on Max’s shoulder. He wasn’t healing. Max wasn’t healing.

“He’s not so perfect now, is he, vessel?” Augustine bounced on the balls of his feet. He hadn’t a scratch on him. “Your gallant knight? He’s going to die today. I plan to take him apart and show you his insides. We’ll see how much you love him then.”

Kayla felt faint. He’d do it. Augustine was more powerful than Max.

“Stop taunting her, Augustine,” Max growled. “Your fight is with me.” They ran toward each other. The air crackled with their connection. They wrestled, their torsos engulfed in flames so hot, they singed Kayla’s hair. Blood sizzled. Bones cracked. They tumbled to the ground, kicking with their feet, slicing with their tails.

Augustine broke first, spinning back. He was beaten and bloody but his wounds healed instantly. He drew himself up.

Max was in much worse shape. He crawled, his left arm dragging along the ground. His wounds didn’t heal. A pool of blood formed around him. His face was unrecognizable, raked with claw marks. Kayla swallowed a whimper.

“See, vessel, how your Maximus protects you,” Augustine mocked them. “Look at him. He’s not worthy of you.”

Kayla looked, and what she saw was a demon willing to die for her. Max staggered to his feet, his body dripping with blood, his wounds raw and gaping. He would defend her, even though all his power, all his energy was depleted. No. She gazed at him. That was untrue. Not all of his energy was exhausted. She had stored his excess energy inside of her. “Take it back, Max. Take your energy back from me.”

Augustine’s head snapped toward her. “Don’t do it, vessel. You aren’t bonded. If you give him your energy, it’ll kill you.”

She didn’t care. She’d rather be dead than bonded to someone she didn’t love. She pondered his words. She had to give him her energy. “How do I do that?”

“No, Kayla.” Max’s red-eyed gaze met hers. “Don’t risk it.”

Her honorable warrior would be no help. Kayla studied the purple demon. He grinned, clearly relieved at her lack of knowledge. Augustine circled Max. She’d have to figure it out for herself, quickly.

The power flowed into her. It had to flow back out. Kayla closed her eyes, pushing the energy with her mind. It moved but quickly flowed into her again. She couldn’t push it. She had to throw it.

She mentally gathered up all her energy, swirling it into a big ball inside of her. The feeling made her queasy but she continued, determined. If she didn’t do this, Max would die. When the ball was tight enough, she wound back and tossed it with all her might to Max. There was a blaze of light as her energy connected. The energy didn’t return to her. She had done it. She swayed, light-headed and drained. She was empty, absolutely empty and the void, the blackness, reached up to take her. She fell, losing consciousness before she hit the ground.

One moment, Max stared death and defeat in the face, his body bloody, bruised and broken. The next moment, he was filled with an energy so strong he struggled to control it. His bones mended. His wounds healed. He roared with power and rage.

“You unworthy fool,” Augustine bellowed back. “She gave you everything, everything. You’ve killed the vessel.”

Max looked behind him. Although Augustine was a sneaky bastard, it hadn’t been a trick. Kayla lay unmoving on the ground, her eyes closed, her face pale.

“Kayla!” The demon was right. He had harmed his love. Max froze, overwhelmed by pain, the battle forgotten. Nothing mattered, only Kayla. If she died, his life would be meaningless.

Augustine rushed toward her. “Let me --”

“No!” Max thundered. No other demon would touch Kayla. Max threw a fireball with such might that it knocked Augustine into another dimension. Never had he felt so much power and never had he cared so little for it. His Kayla was hurt.

Max fell to his knees beside her, the pavement cracking under the impact. “Kayla?” He gathered her limp body up in his arms. She was very small and extremely frail. He bent his head, pressing his ear to her chest. Her heart beat. It was light but he heard it. “My Kayla.” He stroked her hair away from her face. “Don’t you dare die on me.” He kissed her forehead. Her skin was cold. He held her against him, trying to warm her with his body heat. “I love you too much.” He kissed her lips, forcing his energy into her.

She’d given him everything, leaving nothing back for herself. That was Kayla, his generous love. Max continued to breathe into her, his hand resting over her heart. He felt her heartbeat strengthen and with it, his hope returned. “Come back to me, Kayla,” he murmured against her still lips. “I can’t do this without you.” He couldn’t live without her. Seconds stretched as he coaxed energy into her.

She coughed, the movement racking her small body. “That’s it, Kayla. Wake up for me, love.”

“Max?” Her voice was painfully feeble.

“I’m here, love.” He touched her face, joy filling him.

Her eyelids fluttered open. Big, brown eyes stared up at him, blinking into focus. “You… blood… arm…”

She had almost died, and she asked about him. “I’m healed, love.” He caught her searching hand in both of his. “You saved me. You saved us.”

A smile curled her lips. “Safe.” Her eyes closed.

The reality of their situation hit Max. She wasn’t safe. They were situated on a deserted street where any demon could find them. Max’s arms tightened around Kayla. Augustine’s concealment spell wouldn’t last forever. Even if it did, that determined demon would soon find a way back from the alternate dimension. Max rose, holding Kayla cradled against him. He had to get her back to his home. He ran, carrying the love of his life in his arms.

Chapter Four

Kayla swung her feet over the edge of the bed. She paused, waiting for the room to stop spinning. She was so weak.

“Where are you going?” a voice demanded from the doorway. Max was back, another plumped pillow clutched in his big hands. He had already tucked half a dozen pillows behind her head.

“I feel dirty.” She felt dirty down to the depths of her soul. “I need to shower.”

“You are not showering.” He threw the pillow against the wall. His display of antique swords rattled. “You aren’t strong enough.”

“He touched me, Max, all over.” She stared at the silk Hereke carpet, remembering. The other demon had touched her with his clawed hands, his sweaty thighs, the tip of his… She rubbed the inside of her thighs, above her healing wounds, trying to erase the memory. “He almost --”

Max crushed her to him. “He didn’t.” Her demon protector threaded his fingers through her hair. “He didn’t,” he reassured her, kissing her forehead as he rocked her. “And he won’t ever again.”

He couldn’t guarantee that. They weren’t bonded. “I feel him all over me, Max.” She rubbed until her skin was raw. The sensation wouldn’t go away.

Max placed his hand over hers, stopping her frantic movements. “We’ll wash together.” He lifted her, his jaw clenched determinedly, and carried her into the bathroom. The room was huge, larger than her apartment. He set her on the edge of a demon-sized tub, turned on the taps, and adjusted the temperature.

Kayla leaned against the cool tile wall, helpless to do anything more than watch him. She had little energy left. Max was right. She wasn’t strong enough, but she wouldn’t spend another minute with Augustine’s scent on her. She shuddered.

“All I have is strawberry.” Max held up a container of bubble bath. It was half empty.

The thought of her rough, tough demon taking strawberry bubble baths made her smile, banishing some of the negative memories. “Strawberry is fine.”

He scowled at her. “It is a manly scent,” he defended his choice. He poured a couple of capfuls into the hot water. Strawberry-scented steam rose, dampening Kayla’s curls, plastering her white T-shirt to her body.

“Max.” Kayla plucked at her shirt. She hadn’t the energy to remove it.

“My frail little human,” he clucked, pulling the shirt over her head. She was frail and she was little, but she wasn’t human. They both knew that.

“We could pretend to be human today, couldn’t we?” She stared up at him, willing him to say yes. They could have this last day together with her as a human. She couldn’t handle anything else right now.

“We could.” His blunt face softened. “We could do anything you like.” He didn’t waste time with undoing buttons. He ripped his shirt from his body. His pants were as expediently removed. He stood naked in front of her, his chest puffed out, his muscles flexed. He was virile and male and everything she could possibly desire in a partner.

Kayla’s gaze dropped. “Max, I want you, I really do, but I’m too weak for…” She waved at his erect cock, cursing her low energy levels.

His face darkened. “This --” he stroked his cock -- ”will still be hard when you’re recovered. I promise you.” He turned off the taps and stepped into the filled tub. “Today, you let me care for you.” He sank down, the water sloshing over the sides, and reached for her. “Let me touch you.” He pulled her toward him, into the warm water. The bubbles tickled her nose. “That will be enough.” He settled her so she faced away from him, her back resting against his bare chest. He groaned, shifting her until his hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks. “More than enough.” He rubbed a wet sponge over her collarbone, down between her breasts.

She touched his arm, recalling how it had hung uselessly by his side, the bones shattered. “Does it still hurt?”

“No.” He kissed the back of her head. “I’m completely healed. When you gave me your energy, it…” He paused as though unable to explain the experience. “It was power like I’ve never felt before. I healed instantly. It was almost overwhelming.”

“It felt good.” Kayla relaxed against him, her guilt drifting away. She had worried that the transfer had hurt him as much as it had hurt her.

“Very.” He circled her breasts with the sponge, his thumb rubbing over her nipples. Her lethargy flowed to arousal, their physical connection temporarily boosting her energy levels. “But I never want to experience it again.”

“Why?” She turned her head to look up at him.

“I almost lost you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. She blinked. “It is too dangerous for us.”

“Because we’re not yet bonded.” That was what the other demon, Augustine, had said. It implied that the energy transfer would be safe with them bonded.

“Not yet,” Max repeated. His thighs squeezed her legs. His arms tightened around her. His cock pushed against her backbone. The thought of bonding with her must excite him.

She wasn’t yet ready to accept their fate but she didn’t retract her words. They would be bonded. He loved her. She loved him. She traced the gashes on her legs with her fingertips. Although bonding with him in demon form scared her, it would happen.

“Kayla?”

She knew what he was about to ask. She didn’t want to talk about. Not yet. “Today, we’re human,” she reminded him. She spread her legs, hooking them over his. “Love me like you would a human woman.” She needed his touch. She needed him to remind her that good sex wasn’t violent.

“You’re too weak for loving.” He buried his mouth in the curve of her shoulder, kissing and sucking. His big palms cupped her breasts.

She was too weak. Her mind wanted something her body wasn’t ready for. “Then I’ll float here on the water.” She arched, reaching back to wrap her hands around his neck. “I plan to be a very lazy lover.” She smiled defiantly, her head fuzzy, her vision blurred.

His cock bobbed, the touch sending tremors up her spine. “You are not to move,” he ordered. His right hand disappeared into the water. “I want you to stay perfectly still.” She jerked as he parted her pussy lips. “Still,” he admonished. He didn’t know that remaining motionless required more energy than moving. He fanned her sensitive folds back and forth, back and forth. She wriggled. She wanted those fingers higher. “I’ll stop if you move, Kayla.”

“Then stop teasing and fill your vessel, demon,” she retorted. She wasn’t strong enough for games.

He chuckled low and deep, the sound making her pussy tingle. “Today, we’re human, vessel, and human men tease.” She gasped as he pinched her nipple. “But since you demand filling.” He thrust three fingers into her pussy. She called his name, jerking upward. “Still.” He paused, his fingers fully inside her.

“Max,” she whimpered. He was killing her. His thumb swept over her clit. She rolled her head on his chest. She was weak yet needy. “Quickly, please.” If he prolonged his loving, she’d expire before reaching satisfaction. “This is too much for me.” The bathroom lights already danced in front of her eyes.

“I’ll take care of you, Kayla.” He nuzzled her earlobe as he pumped her, the water swirling in eddies over her hips. “Relax and enjoy this.” It was an impossible request. Her body drew up tighter and tighter until she was coiled like a spring.

She couldn’t do this. Her head thrashed. “Max,” she cried, panting. She couldn’t get enough oxygen. She needed more energy. She was drowning in the open air. “Max, I can’t --”

“You can.” His voice grew deeper and louder. His body increased in temperature. His skin turned red. His fingers thickened inside her pussy, stretching her. He pounded her with excess energy, and she gulped it greedily.

Her desire spiraled up and up, reaching unsustainable heights. The room flashed dark and light. “Max!” She couldn’t hold onto the light, and it frightened her.

“Now, Kayla.” He swirled his thumb over her clit and she sprang loose, thrusting upward. “I have you.” He held onto her with hands too large to be human. He sucked on her neck with his hot mouth.

She fell back into him, into the dark, trusting that Max would keep her safe. He wouldn’t let her go. He loved her.

Her eyes closed.

* * *

Max sliced the broadswords through the air, one in each hand. Normally he didn’t use manmade weapons to fight, but Augustine was too strong to battle demon to demon. Max needed an advantage over the stronger demon.

Augustine’s roars shook the house. Although his rival couldn’t push past the perimeter, he waited. They were hostages in their own home.

Max returned the broadswords to their sheaths. They wouldn’t work. He extended his claws. His top lip curled with frustration. His claws would be as ineffective.

Nothing would work. Augustine was older and stronger and when they battled next, the results would be the same. Max would lose. He would die. He wouldn’t allow Kayla to save him. He couldn’t risk her life again.

“He hurt me, Max, when he…” Kayla stood on the threshold, clad in a white bathrobe, her arms crossed defensively.

Augustine had hurt her, and Max wanted to howl his rage. “I would never hurt you.” He knew his demon form frightened her. That was why he hadn’t pushed the bonding ceremony. Although it was the solution to all their problems, he wouldn’t force Kayla to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.

She stepped forward. “You have sharp claws.” She stared at his hands.

He’d seen the claw marks on her legs. His fists clenched. If he could, he would gut Augustine for that. “They retract.” Max held one hand out and slowly retracted his claws. “I would never touch you with them. They are for fighting, not loving.”

“Oh.” She reached out and touched his hand, her fingers light on his skin. “Your tail is sharp too.”

“Same thing.” He swung his tail around. She jumped back. “Sorry.” He smiled reassuringly. Her trepidation was understandable, after what that bastard Augustine had done. “Retractable.” He held his tail and retracted the razor-sharp tips. “See?”

She touched it. “It’s soft.” He fluttered his tail over her knuckles. She laughed. “And it tickles.”

“It can do more than tickle.” He grinned. He’d never tried it before but the demon rumor mill said that tail in pussy was an orgasm inspiring combination.

She blushed a delightful pink. She looked up and up and up. “Do your… ummm…” She gulped. “Do your horns retract too?” she asked in a rush of words.

“No. Those are for both fighting and loving.” He kneeled before her, bringing his horns within her reach. “Touch them.” His cock stirred to life. Just the thought of Kayla touching his horns hade him hard.

She stood directly in front of him, her pussy at nose level. He smelled her excitement, and his shoulders lowered with relief. His horns didn’t horrify her. She stroked them, and he felt the impact straight down to his hardening cock. He shuddered with pleasure as she became braver with her touches.

“You like that?” Her brown eyes sparkled.

“I love it.” His voice was husky. He wanted her so much. “Can I hold you?”

Her stroking faltered. She swallowed hard. “I’d like that.”

She lied. It scared her. But Max needed to touch her, so he placed his big hands lightly on her hips. She stiffened. When he didn’t move, she slowly relaxed. She continued to stroke his horns. “Can I lick them?”

He groaned. She was killing him. “If you lick them, I will come.” He gritted his teeth. He was close to coming right now.

“From licking them?” Her smile was devilish. He nodded. He was creating a monster. “Interesting.” She leaned closer, her legs straddling his engorged cock. She stuck out her tongue and licked one horn from base to tip.

“Fuck!” He shot hot cum onto the rubber floor tiles. “Kayla.” He squeezed her ass, continuing to come. “Fuck.”

Her robe fell open, exposing her naked body, and he buried his face in her hair-covered mons, licking her with his demon tongue. She moaned, pressing her pussy forward. He spread her with his thick fingers and feasted upon her, sucking up her sweet juice. She tasted like heaven. She tasted like love.

She held on to his horns, brushing her soft breasts over them. He was a demon and had a demon’s recovery time. Her fervent embrace revived his cock. He brushed against her leg, and her thighs quivered. He continued to lick her, pulsing inside of her with his long tongue, nibbling on her folds with his lips. He purposely avoided her clit, wishing to prolong their encounter. She was so responsive. One flick of his tongue and she would come.

She had a demon between her legs. Kayla looked down, bemused and aroused and a lick away from bursting into flames. She stroked Max’s horns, feeling pride over how crazy she made him. No woman had ever touched him like this. No one had ever given him this pleasure. Only she had. Only she could.

She’d come to the home gym determined to take him while he was in demon form. She had thought she was making a sacrifice, to keep him safe from the purple demon roaring outside their door. She never expected this pleasure, this feeling of power. She kissed a horn. It felt like his cock, a combination of silk and bone.

She moaned as he slurped up her wetness. He’d eaten her pussy before but never like this, his demon tongue reaching deep inside her, his mouth hot and firm. He fed on her like she was his next meal.

“Max, I need you.” She tugged on his black hair to get his full attention.

He looked up, his eyes glowing red. “Give me a moment.” He pulled back. “I’ll shift.”

“No.” She held onto a horn. “I need the demon. I want to bond with you.”

“Are you sure?” He stumbled to his feet. Good heavens. He was tall and appallingly large. She glanced at his huge cock and felt a moment of fear.

He wouldn’t hurt her, she told herself. This was Max. “Yes. Fill me.” She spread her pussy lips, not knowing what else to do. “Fill me with your cum.”

“Thank the sweet…” He tilted his head back. His big hands wrapped around her waist and he lifted her, pressing his cockhead against her pussy. “Kiss me, Kayla. Show me you want this.”

She did want this. She wanted Max, forever. She placed her hands on his red demon cheeks and kissed him. His mouth was hot, and he tasted of her. She moaned into his lips. Her pussy pulsed, pulling his broad cockhead farther into her body. His tail tapped against her ass.

A rumble rolled along his chest as he came, hot cum projecting with such force that it overflowed her womb, the liquid running down her leg. He came and came and came some more, every rush of cum tightening the connection between them. She felt him in her mind, in her lungs, and in her heart. She spread her legs, trying to take more of him physically. She couldn’t. He was too big.

I love you.

She pulled back to look at him. Tears ran down his red cheeks. “I love you too.”

You will be mine for all eternity.

It was then that she realized he hadn’t spoken out loud.

“I can hear your thoughts.” It sounded crazy but she could. She read his mind. She felt his heartbeat. She heard the blood pulsing through his veins.

“And I can hear yours.” He grinned, looking even more like a demon. “You have a very naughty mind, vessel.” He snuggled her close. “I’ll put my tail up your ass later.”

Her face flushed. That had been a passing thought. She tilted her head, listening… to nothing. There was a stillness in the room that hadn’t been there before. “The roaring has stopped.” Had the purple demon given up? Were they now safe from him?

“We’re bonded.” Max petted her hair with his big hands. “He can’t hurt you now.” She felt Max’s anger and his regret that he hadn’t protected her. “He can never hurt you again.” His body shrunk as he shifted back to human form.

The connection remained. They were one. “Because we’re bonded.”

“And because I love you.” Max kissed her forehead, his red eyes glowing.

Cynthia Sax

Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at Cynthia@CynthiaSax.com.

Table of Contents

Start