Keeping Her

side of where she had entered.  Shirtless, shoeless with his hair mussed from sleep, he wore low riding sweats and nothing else.  Wow.  Beautiful.  Golden skin, lithe muscles, and defined abs, any girl’s dream of Adonis.  When he saw her taking him in he smiled, a very wicked suggestive smile and rubbed his hand over his six-pack in a leisurely way.

Clytie rolled her eyes and laughed at his flagrant flirting.  He sat down at the end of her chaise, one hand going to her foot to rub along her ankle under her jeans.

“I guess that answers my question.”  She said, shaking her leg until his hand fell off.

“What question?”  When she stopped shaking her foot at him his hand once again came to settle on her ankle, but at least this time resting on jean not skin.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

His teeth flashed, “Now why would I want to do that?”

“You’re wasting your time.”  She warned, waving one admonishing finger at him.

He placed his right hand on the chaise caging her between his arms and leaned forward.  “Come on darlin’.  You have to be a little tempted.”

“Nope.  You are a look but don’t touch.”

“I’m a ..?  I am not.”

“Yes, you are.  I can spot them a mile away.”  She pulled her foot up and used her toes to push him back.  He grabbed her foot pulling it to his waist and holding it when she would have wrestled it back.  For all intents and purposes, he sat between her legs.  His smile became a touch wicked.  Clytie rolled her eyes and patted his cheek.  “See, right there, that proves my point.  You are a definite Look but don’t touch.”

“I’m not entirely certain what you mean by that, but it doesn’t sound like me.  I’m a look and touch, ask anyone.”  He leaned forward again, his smile predatory.

“Let me make myself clear.  You have a nice face, extremely hot body, and seem like a lot of fun to be around.  I’m not going to have sex with you.”

He sat back, the wicked gleam gone from his eyes.  “That’s clear enough.”  He sighed dramatically, standing.  “How about breakfast?”

Her smile lit up and Ben blinked at the swift change from pretty to beautiful.  She stood up, her magnificent breasts moving freely beneath her shirt and he had to remind himself she was off limits.

“I changed my mind.  If you feed me I’ll marry you and have your babies.”

“Does it have to be in that order?”  He opened the glass door into the main home and held it open for her.

She laughed as she went by.  “That depends.  What’s on the menu?”

“I make a mean omelet.”

“With mushrooms and green peppers?”

“Of course.”

“O.K.  You clear it with Demon and I’m all yours.”

He groaned, “There’s always a catch.  Women.”  He stopped her in the doorway.

“So, if I’m a look but don’t touch what is Demon?”

Her smile turned wicked.  “Multiple orgasms.”

Ben appeared pained and released her arm starting for the kitchen.  “I so did not need to hear that.”

Her throaty laugh trailed behind her as she followed Ben down the hall.  Nobody had to know she enjoyed the view.

In the control room, Demon switched off the sound and sat back.  Even through a microphone, her laugh was damn sexy.

In the few minutes, he had been watching her conversation with Ben he had run the gamut from rage to fierce possession and back again.  He couldn’t decide if he should strangle Mac or thank him.  He put his head in his hands and breathed deep trying to find some calm before he stomped into the kitchen and took her ass-up over the kitchen island.

Mac switched off the monitor.  “Like I said.  Golden.”

“Don’t do that again.”  His voice gravely, he eyes bleak.  “Seriously Mac.  I know what you and Ben were doing but your intentions don’t matter.  With her, I can’t find my balance.  The thought of another man near her...  Fuck.  She’s mine.  Right now, I can’t decide if I want to bloody up Bens pretty face or fuck her in front of you both to prove she’s mine.  Christ.  I don’t even know what I’m saying.”  He rubbed both hands over his head in his agitation.  He met Mac’s eyes again.  “I bit her.  My damn wolf marking his territory, and I like it.  I want to take her in every way a man can take a woman and then I want to brand my name on her ass.  A fucking virgin, and this morning I was talking about taking her up the ass.  She met me yesterday, Jesus, no wonder she freaked out.  Anyone else would have run screaming for the door.”

“Most women take one glimpse of you and run for the door.  She didn’t run.  Not then and not now.”  Mac’s voice was matter of fact.  “She’s not the running kind.  And quite frankly if you threatened to take her up the ass with that monster of yours and she’s downstairs having an omelet you can pretty much bet she isn’t going to.”

“And when she finds out what I am, what we all are?

“Only time will tell.  It may never even become an issue.”  He patted Demon on the back and stood.  “Now, what’s say we have some breakfast, and if it makes you feel better, neither myself nor Ben would have any problem watching you fuck Clytie on the kitchen floor.”  That shocked a laugh out of Demon, and Mac keyed in the code to get them out of the booth.  “Seriously, for you, anything.”

“Smart ass.”

'So?'

'That is by far the best looking omelet I have ever seen.'  Clytie answered, watching Ben work the kitchen.  'Where did you learn to cook?'

He leaned across the Island across from her.  Spatula in hand, he waved it warningly.  'I’d tell you but then I'd have to kill you.'

Clytie nodded, 'Right.  Top-secret cooking school.  I gotcha.'

'I taught him everything he knows.”  Macs voice came from behind them and Clytie turned to see Mac followed by Demon enter the kitchen.

'Everything?'  She asked twirling around on the stool.  She very purposefully didn't look at Demon, having no idea what to do or say.  She knew she blushed but was as helpless to stop that reaction as to stop the liquid that pooled in her sex when he entered the room.

'Everything.'  Mac said heading for the coffee pot to pore himself a cup.

Ben snorted, smiling his toothpaste smile when Clytie glanced his way.  'He lies.'  He shrugged his impressive shoulders and waved the spatula is small circles at his temple.  'Delusional.'

'You...”  Whatever Clytie thought to say cut off when her stool flipped back around and Demon yanked her into his arms.  His mouth smashed down on hers before she could do more than squeak.  The kiss long and thorough felt more like a statement than a kiss.  Mine.  When he pulled back, she clung to him, arms around his neck, legs cinching his waist.  They both breathed hard.

'Good morning baby.”  He drawled out.  Placing another kiss on her forehead, he placed her back on her stool, and Clytie had to concentrate to get her hands and legs to release.  He swung her stool back around and she grabbed the edge of the island with two hands.  A plate of omelet appeared before her eyes and she picked up her fork with shaking hands.  When she looked up Mac had his head ducked into the refrigerator and Ben got busy mixing eggs.  Only Demon watched her from above the rim of his mug leaning by the coffee pot.  He seemed entirely too satisfied, the Jerk.  He knew exactly what he was doing.

Clytie narrowed her eyes in challenge and jumped off the barstool.  He placed his coffee cup down on the counter and watched her approach.  She was glad to note he appeared a little less self-assured then he had a minute ago.  She stopped right before him, standing between his balanced legs, she placed her hands on either side of his hips where they leaned against the counter and crooked her finger at him.  He bent down to within kissing distance, his eyes going to her lips when she spoke.

“Demon?”  Clytie rubbed her hand down his cheek, feeling the stubble he had yet to shave this morning.

'Yeah baby?'  His voice a rough growl of words they danced heat along her nerves.  She leaned up on tiptoe