She didn’t want to remove them, preferring to grip his muscles. But she didn’t want him to stop!
So Sophie reluctantly moved her hands until they were over her head again, hanging over the other side of the coffee table. “Good girl,” he said, and yanked her pants the rest of the way off.
Soph gasped, holding onto the table to hold herself there, to keep her hands where they were. To ground herself in the sensations that flowed through her like lava.
But that shot of fear only fueled the fire. It also helped that he was back, kneeling between her legs and touching the flesh that he revealed. “Oh look. You’re ready to fuck. Good.” He said, petting her drenched folds. She gave a soundless groan lifting her hips towards his fingers.
And then he switched his fingers for his tongue, lapping at her. The onslaught was merciless. He flicked his tongue across her clit, sharpening her need and pushing her towards the pinnacle of her release.
The ramp up was large, sharp. It was bigger than she had ever felt and she knew the orgasm would be intense.
Soph opened her eyes, wanting to see him. Looking down her body, she met his eyes and almost exploded right there.
She would, but she just couldn’t. She needed something more to send her over. But he wasn’t giving it to her. He was just keeping her on the edge with the light caresses.
And before he could do anything else, a sliding noise jolted her out of her pleasure filled haze.
Sophie jerked her gaze from the guy’s unconcerned face towards the so-called door.
Standing there, back to them, was the large muscle-bound, blood covered, God-dude.
He easily slid the rock in place, like it was made of plastic, and turned slowly, gracefully.
Oh gosh!
He was just watching as the other guy continued to lick her! His eyes taking in the scene.
That jolted her back to full awareness.
Soph gasped and pushed at the smaller man’s head, trying to ignore how his silky hair slid around her fingers.
She wanted to tell him to stop, but he didn’t seem to want to.
Oh no! What would she do if he just continued!
Finally he seemed to get her message across and he leaned back a little, but kept his hands on her hips, holding her down.
She wanted to cover up, but she couldn’t do anything but put her hands over herself.
She felt exposed, worried, panicked.
What would this man do? Was he going to hurt them? Was he going to yell?
And when the embarrassment hit, it hit hard.
The guy between her legs just laughed, turning his head towards the dark skinned man. “Look, I found a lost puppy and she followed me home. Can we keep her?” he asked, his voice light and flippant.
The large man watched her, his dark eyes burning over her body, moving slowly as his face remained impassive.
Finally, he nodded. Just nodded and moved towards the wall of weapons.
Oh, eff. Had he just agreed to keep her?
No, no! Soph couldn’t sit here any longer, and finally pushed through her shock to move.
She moved from the table, scrambling to the couch and pulling her long, black t-shirt down over her knees. She had almost given herself to a Demon.
How could she have been so stupid!
5
Oh gosh! This was getting out of hand!
Sophie eyed the two men as she huddled on the couch.
It was soft, comfortable, but she couldn’t think of that now. The only thing playing through her head was how much of an idiot she was.
She wasn’t here for a romantic weekend with a sexy male. She wasn’t even the type of girl who did that!
No, she was here so that she could save her sister. She didn’t have time to mess around. Not while her sister was in a hospital dying.
Shoot.
She couldn’t even think about how horrible she would feel if it turned out that her selfishness had been the reason that Annie… NO!
She wouldn’t even think about it! It wouldn’t happen. Soph would make sure of it.
But first, she had to communicate with these men. Hopefully they could help her, or point her in the right direction.
He was doing a lot of pointing already.
Soph tried to pull the material of her shirt further down her legs. For once, she was glad for her lack of style. She was happy that she wore such a big t-shirt that she could cover her bended legs.
Looking up from her shirt, she noticed that the smaller man—darn! She wished she knew what to call him—had moved closer to her.
Impossibly close.
He was mere inches from her now, and his eyes were dark and hungry as they focused on her. They did all kinds of crazy things to her, like some kind of mind control. If only she had the time.
If only I knew for sure if he was Human.
“Better clean up, man. I’m sure you’ll want some of this.” He said, not even bothering to look at the other guy.
What was he talking about?
Surely he didn’t think that she was still into this. And was he expecting his friend to join in?
Oh sugar. That was an overwhelming thought.
Soph shook her head, needing him to understand. She needed answers, to talk, not to be seduced!
No matter how turned on she was, she would not let her body rule. Not when it was this important.
But he wasn’t paying attention to her movements, instead he leaned even closer, so that his body
