Free The Devil's Playthings by Melissa Silvey Page B

ears, and brought tears to her eyes. He continued until her lips parted, and her head tipped back with pleasure. Then his hot lips covered her exposed throat.
     
    “I have to shower to get ready for school,” she sighed as she pushed away playfully.
     
    “Its Saturday, you don’t have to go,” he answered in English, and returned to kissing her neck. “We can do whatever you want. We can tour Times Square, or take in a Broadway show, or a movie, or anything.”
     
    “Can we go to the zoo?” She wondered excitedly.
     
    He chuckled at the thought, and continued to kiss and lick her neck. “Only if you want the animals to go insane and begin to attack each other, and their cages. They will try to get free to get away or attack me, or they will try to kill themselves.”
     
    “Oh?” She whispered the word, but her mind was full of scenarios like elephants charging at their glass and tigers trying to jump their fences.
     
    “Take the feelings inside you that make you want to run from me, and multiply them by a million. Animals unlike people are bred with the sense to escape predators. Humans at the top of the food chain have forgotten their old struggles for survival.”
     
    His mouth got hotter the longer he kissed her. His hand moved to her shoulder, over her chest and to her breast, and left a trail of fire along her skin. She winced from the pain, but tried not to move away. “Am I hurting you?” His voice was the animalistic growl again.
     
    “Yes,” she exhaled. He made an unholy noise, like thunder inside his chest. His hand moved down her cleavage, over her flat, taunt belly. She panted and wiggled and moaned under his hot hand, and when he went farther still, under the edge of her gown, and found her moist center she couldn’t control herself.
     
    Her hands grasped the sheets around her, her head tipped back, and every muscle in her body tightened. The org asm rocked her , and she gasped her shock. As many times as she’d had sex in her life, with countless men, she’d never experienced anything like this.
     
    All the times she’d had sex were never about her, or her pleasure. She didn’t even know there was such physical pleasure until she met Luc.
     
    This was better than anything she’d ever felt, any drug she’d ever done. Her muscles contracted over and over, and she continued to moan.
     
    And so did Luc. His reaction to her pleasure was almost as strong as hers. His hand nearly burned her already hot core, and his red eyes flamed with passion. And thankfully her eyes were tightly closed, because he could not control his transformation. He watched his hand on her soft skin , as it became leathery and grey.
     
    For a split second he reveled in it, his true form giving her this pleasure. His fingers morphed into talons, and his nails changed to claws. He pulled back quickly before he hurt her, but the transformation moved up his arm, the smooth human muscles drawing up into a canine like leg.
     
    The climax still racked h er delicate body, her eyes still closed. But he could see his tongue, like a serpent’s flicking over her throat. It would be moments until the transformation was complete. He could stay with her, maybe lose his control, or he could escape to his chamber, which was little more than a jail cell.
     
    As her body began to relax, his did as well. He could see the tanned skin covering his appendage s , and could see the claws returning to hands. His breathing slowed to match her pace, and he fell back onto the bed beside her, refusing to touch her.
     
    She l aughed, and he laughed with her; his sounded more like thunder. Her head lolled to the side and she finally opened her eyes, but his stayed tightly closed. “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she admitted, even though it was obvious to both of them.
     
    “Me too,” he acquiesce d . To him, it was just as earth shattering as it was to her. It was physical proof he could not control himself around