Lucifer’s Daughter(18)

“Pain has always been a part of my life. It comes with being who I am,” I said softly. I wanted to run before I saw the pity on his face. I wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all. But most of all, I just wanted to be accepted. So I stood trembling in front of him, waiting for him to join the ranks of those who"d hurt me in the past. I"d survived their rejection and I would survive his–

eventually.

“I like you, Muriel,” he said, tilting my face up to look into his.

“And I like you,” I said looking him in the eye. I also thought I was falling in love with him, not that those words would cross my lips.

“Am I allowed to do this, then?” He whispered against my lips, drawing me closer to him.

I didn"t answer. I closed my eyes and waited. He brushed his lips across mine. Feather soft, but enough that an electric shock ran through me and then centered in my pelvis, causing erotic havoc. Strong arms came around me and I reveled in his solid strength. My body brushed up against the hardness of his, and my hormones screamed in joy. I rejoiced even more that he hadn"t pushed me away.

He tugged at my full lower lip, and I parted my mouth slightly to be rewarded with the feel of his tongue against my lips and teeth.

Testing my French knowledge, I opened my mouth wider and let my tongue come out to play, touching the tip of his with mine. A burning jolt of desire ignited my body. I now understood the term „instant fireworks." I wanted to shove him up against a wall and maul his body. Having a little restraint though, I contented myself with feeling him up through his shirt, and enjoying the feel of his firm muscles all over. I melted against his broad chest, a move rewarded with his arms wrapping tight around me, cocooning me in his strength. I let my hands travel down his back, and daringly rested my palms on his tight ass.

If it hadn"t been for the sound of crashing glass, I might have even let him return the groping favor; however, I doubted the sound of breaking glass on the third floor was the sign of a good thing. I knew this from experience, and no, I preferred not to go into details. The timing sucked, though. Would I ever get to kiss him properly, without interruption?

Breaking off the kiss mutually, we both turned to face the gaping hole his apartment had suddenly acquired–him in a battle stance, me, an annoyed one.

At first I didn"t see anything, and I briefly wondered if someone had just gotten lucky with a rock. Then I heard the sound of leather, sliding over the hardwood floor. A familiar sound, a really bad one for mortals at least, and I still hadn"t figured out just what Auric was yet.



Not knowing if he"d break easily, I decided on a course of safety. “Um, Auric, we might want to leave now.”

“Not fucking likely,” he said, not taking his eyes off the couch which hid our visitor. Auric inched backwards towards the kitchen.

Rolling my eyes, I again had to question why men had to be so stubborn. “Seriously, Auric, you do not want to mess with this thing.”

“I"ve dealt with demons before,” he said, pulling out a sword from behind his kitchen counter. I had to admit being impressed–his sword was long, shiny, and hard. Wait, that didn"t sound right.

Needless to say, he had a big one; and judging by the way he moved it, he also knew how to use it. Damn, I was even hornier than before.

But right after I finished admiring his sword, I clued in to what he"d said. “What do you mean, you"ve dealt with demons before?” My Auric had hidden depths to him, it seemed.

“Could we discuss this later?” he said, flashing me a quick look as he inched towards the couch and what lay crouched behind it.

I had planned on taking care of the demon myself, but his arrogance annoyed me; so I decided to let whatever had made an appearance toy with Auric first, before I saved his ass.

I hopped back up onto the stool and crossed my legs to watch. Auric moved with a sinuous grace that I had to admire, and with his coat finally shed, I also got to admire the view of his ass as it moved in his tight jeans. Yummy.

When he got within a foot of the couch, the intruder pounced. A minor demon, I"d say, by the size of it. Lots of tooth, claw, and leathery wings, but no magic. I could have flattened it without breaking a nail, and I"d probably still have to if Auric turned out to be all look and talk with no walk.

Turned out he had a lot of walk. He swung his sword like an extension of himself, making it arc and swoop impossibly fast and fluently. I admit to being impressed. The little demon didn"t stand a chance, especially once I realized the sword had been spelled. The blue glow whenever he struck the demon gave it away.

In no time at all he"d injured the demon enough that it lay prone on the floor, breathing heavily, the sword point at its throat. Instead of finishing him off though, Auric asked it a question. “Why are you here?”