Keeping Her

dangerous, I am tough.  I have a scarey tattoo on my neck.’  In no time at all everyone will believe it.”

She gave a sympathetic pat to one of the rock hard arms crossing his barrel chest.  Then she slipped away, grabbing a dark purse from beside her stool and leaving him alone with Ben who sniggered until Mac spoke up.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about.”  He said, his deep voice holding his own wicked humor.  “She didn't even notice you.  I think that’s the first time I've seen your legendary charms fail Romeo.”  Mac, the shortest of the trio at 6’ nothing, was rock hard and wiry with the build of a swimmer.  He had brown hair and hazel eyes that turned almost silver when his animal came to the surface.  He tended to blend into crowds until he all but disappeared.  Demon had cause to know he could do the same thing standing alone in the middle of the desert.  Despite appearances, he was probably the most lethal of them all.  His code name was Ghost.

Ben frowned, staring where Clytie had disappeared across the busy club.  Mac had a point; she had seemed to prefer Demon to him.  Nah.  That would be ridiculous.

Demon smiled at him with many teeth.

“Seriously Demon, if you smiled at her like that it’s no wonder she ran.  That would scare anybody.”  Ben frowned again when Mac snorted.

“Right, she patted Demon like a poodle and looked right through your best come hither smile because he scared her.  Face it Romeo, you crashed and burned as badly as Demon did.”

“Hey,” Demon lost his smirk.  “She liked me.”

“Of course she did.  That’s why she’s way over there with another man.”

Demons’ head snapped up, finding it easy with his height to see over all the humans packed into the bar area.  Clytie was in fact next to some suit.  They sat down at an intimate table around the back end of the large stone column separating the dining area from the bar.

“What the fuck?”  His wolf growled, loud enough that several people turned, blanched and then skittered out of the way as he tramped through their midst.

He stood right next to the column before he realized he was about to make a complete ass of himself in a public place.  Fuck!  He thought of Mac and Ben back at the bar, probably already rolling around on the floor heckling his reaction to a pint sized human.  They were never going to let him live this down. He was about to turn around and head back to face the taunting when the conversation grabbed his attention with two words.  “…blind date...”

Standing right behind the tall column, he heard every word.  If he was stealthy, enough he could see Clytie around the sides of the pillar without giving himself away.  He was SEAL trained, stealth he could do.  Her date was still talking.

“..  I don’t think this is going to work long term.  You seem like a nice enough lady, but I’m a health nut myself, like to keep fit, ride bikes in my spare time, hiking, the outdoors.  I don’t think we’d have anything in common.”

The little shit thought he was in shape?  He wouldn't last five minutes on an obstacle course.  An hour of survival training and he’d be calling his mommy to pick him up.  Nevertheless, as long as he made his way out of the date with Clytie, Demon would let him be.

“I enjoy the outdoors.”  Clytie mumbled before going on in a louder voice.  “But you’re right.”  She said, her cheeks a littler redder than they had been before, whether from anger or embarrassment Demon didn't know.  “We can have a friendly drink and go our separate ways.”  In other words, Demon thought, don’t let the door hit your skinny ass on the way out.  That a girl.

“I won’t hear of it.”  The mouth continued his nasally tone hitting Demons last fucking nerve.  “We are clearly not compatible for a long term relationship but we can enjoy tonight.  I just wanted that out of the way so no one misunderstood and got hurt.”  He reached across the table and patted her hand leaving no doubt who he thought would get hurt.

Fucking little prat.

The voice lowered in a clumsy attempt at seduction.  “My place is around the corner.  Now that we know where we stand, no one gets hurt, and” he paused meaningfully “We have all night.”

Demon could easily picture the spineless little fuck dangling from the end of his fist.  There would be a lot of blood.  Bones would be broken, limbs detached.

“The thing is,” Clytie said, her voice a little strained.  “I shouldn't be out at all.  The doctor said it would be at least another two weeks before the infection clears up and I’m no longer contagious.”  His hand whipped off of hers and he slid back in his chair fast.  Demon tried hard not to laugh aloud.  Clytie seemed to brighten at a new thought.  “Though I think as long as I keep most of my clothes on and you don’t touch any of the actual infection we should be OK.”  She blinked innocently and nodded decisively.  “Absolutely.”  Then her eyes narrowed in thought.  “You wouldn't want to touch my vagina would you?  The pustulates can be really itchy if they pop.”

Demon didn't listen to the excuses the little shit stammered as he bolted, running into Demon as he came around the column like a whip.  Wolf growled, showing a lot of sharp teeth and the little man made a mousey sound and paled, running for the exit like a hunted rabbit.  It made his wolf want to chase, but he wanted the female more.

Clytie was on her cell phone as soon as her “date” disappeared.

“Megan.”  She said into the phone peeking towards the club.  She looked straight across to the bar and saw Mac and Ben now surrounded by bevy of big hair, big boobs, and peroxide, which had her rolling her eyes.  She didn't see Demon.  Too bad.  “You are going to die a slow agonizing death when I get a hold of you.  Do not call me when you get this.”  She hung up her cell phone and put it back in her purse.  She sighed and stood up, throwing some money on the table.  She nearly ran into Demon as she rounded an obnoxious faux column.  It was actually a little disappointing that she managed to stop herself in time.

“Demon.”  She looked way up into his eyes, “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you.”

“What?  Why?”  Her face heated to red before her eyes narrowed “For how long?”

He pretty much ignored all her questions.  “You have a car?”

Her brow furrowed.  “Yes.”

“Give me the keys.”

One of her eyebrows shot up.  “Oh really?”  The way she said the words left, no doubt she had taken exception to his authoritative tone.  “And why would I do that?”

He stepped closer, crowding her back against the pillar, his hand beside her shoulder, keeping her contained.  “You like me.”

She opened her eyes wide and made a face that asked ‘yeah so?’  “And?”

“I like you.  Let’s go fuck.”

Demon wanted to wring his own neck when those words came out of his mouth.  Was it too much to ask for a little finesse?  This one time when it goddamn mattered?

Her mouth opened in shock and then snapped shut with a hiss.  She ducked under his arm and started away with two heartfelt words:  “Men suck.”  Shit.  He followed her as she hit the entrance hall and they were cut off from the people at the bar and restaurant.  He watched her fantastic ass sway as she stomped toward the exit wondering how he could fuck this up any more.  He couldn't.  There was no possible way he could fuck this up further, so he had nothing to lose.

  He went with his instincts.  He grabbed her arm, pulling her around.  His free arm went around her waist and he lifted her up against his chest so her feet dangled.  Damn, She was soft everywhere.

Before she could do more than squeak indignantly, his lips were on hers.  Her lips were silky and warm, and as this would probably be the first and last time, he would ever get to taste them he went for broke, pushing into her mouth with an insistent tongue and squeezing her ass with his free hand.  His other hand was a steel bar holding her against him.  Not a soft kiss, or particularly tender, he plundered and possessed, nipping with his teeth and soothing with a hot tongue.

And he almost came right there when she moaned and kissed him back.  She captured his tongue sucking and twining around it, then followed into the cavern of his mouth to explore.  He groaned, hoisting her up so the junction of her thighs rubbed against the shaft trying to drill through his jeans.  He grabbed her delectable ass with both hands.  He kneaded the two handfuls as he pulled her closer.  Her arms and legs wrapped around him, neck,