Free Demon Bound (Bound Series, Book One) by Eve Newton Page B

it.”
    “It’s complicated,” he says brushing it off.
    “Then un-complicate it, Luc. What is going on with you, us?” she asks.
    “I am not ready to share,” he says dismissively and stands up to turn his back to her. “Did you take matters into your own hands last night?” he asks with a wicked smile to himself. He will really regret not watching that if she had.
    “No,” she says glumly. “There’s no fun in that.”
    “I disagree,” he says seductively, giving her a raking once over, still clad in her crumpled work clothes.
    “Oh?” she asks tartly. “You would get off on seeing me work myself up?”
    “I certainly would,” he murmurs, his blue eyes hooding sexily as he continues to watch her movements.
    “Interesting,” Axelle says gaining a predatory air about her now that she finds herself on familiar territory. Nothing like a good flirt before a roll in the sack. “And here I thought you weren’t attracted to me.” She pouts and lowers her eyes coquettishly.
    “Whatever would make you think that?” he asks. “I did give you that form, remember?”
    “You won’t touch me,” she whispers dangerously.
    By the gates of hell, he wants so badly to touch her right now, but he has to restrain himself. For the ritual to work completely, she must remain untainted by a male’s seed. It is just the way it is.
    “I can’t taint you,” he whispers back.
    “Have you heard of condoms, Luc?” she asks him with a bite to her tone.
    “I can’t risk it,” he grates out, the sweat starting to form on his brow. She is worth too much to him to give over to this lust.
    “Then I guess I will have to take matters into my own hands,” Axelle says in a normal tone. “And see if you can resist me.” She waves something at him and he balks at her. Not at the object in her hand, but by the sheer fact that she summoned up something out of nothing.
    The look on her face is also one of shock, but she quickly replaces it with a wicked grin and turns on the vibrator. “Wherever this came from, I thank thee.”
     

~ Chapter Nine ~
     
    Axelle wiggles out of her skirt and blouse to stand before him naked. She crawls onto the bed and he licks his lips. He has never been a creature of restraint. That is for the righteous and sanctimonious. It is going to take everything that he has to sit here and watch her get herself off and not do anything about it. Luc seats himself on a stool and fixes his eyes on her glistening pussy as she rubs the dildo over her. She throws her head back and arches her back as the vibrator touches her clit.
    “Oh, yes,” she moans and Luc can feel how stiff his cock is. He shifts uncomfortably as he watches her. He parts his lips and his tongue--his real, serpentine, forked tongue--slips out of his mouth and tastes her arousal. He wants to kneel in front of her and lick her and flick her with his sensitive tongue. He feels his eyes shift to their natural state, but he pulls back. She cannot see him like that, not yet. He hisses as she reaches her climax quickly and clamps his mouth shut, transforming his tongue back to his human one.
    “Mesmerizing,” he says to her as she throws the vibrator down and regards him closely. He stands up trying not to let her see the effect that her performance has had on him. Unfortunately, his cock is quite visible through his suit pants and she has definitely seen it.
    “He has passion after all,” she drawls at him.
    “More than you can handle,” he says darkly and she snorts at him.
    “You are going to have to do a lot better than those clinical performances you have thus far thrust upon me to convince me otherwise,” Axelle says.
    “The ritual was very specific,” he says mildly insulted, but knowing that his performance wasn’t up to his usual level of excellence due to the instructions and his own reservations about trying it again.
    “Ah yes, the mysterious ritual,” Axelle says flashing her bracelet at him.
    “Eat up now,” Luc