Lucifer’s Daughter(8)

I wanted to dig my heels in and protest. I just knew he"d been about to kiss me, and the fact I wanted it so bad, made me do ... nothing.



I barely knew the guy; why on earth would I let him kiss me? So he"d passed one test. Big deal.

I"d think of plenty more for him to fail at. And the bigger problem remained, just who and what was he? I still didn"t quite buy his “I was following you to protect you” crap. He"d pumped me too hard for info at the bar. He was after something, and I wasn"t conceited enough to think it was just my sweet ass. I wouldn"t put it past him to have devised a new ploy to get information, like seduce the bartender so she"d spill her secrets. Well, he"d have to try a lot harder then. My hormones screamed, “Yay!” Apparently, they weren"t averse to him trying again.

With a smile and a wave, I let my sister drag me up the street. After a block, she finally slowed her pace and let go of her iron grip on my arm.

I rubbed it and grimaced. “Let me guess. Dad.”

“You got it, kiddo. There I was, giving a lap dance to two guys and ready to suck me some life force for dinner, when the big guy calls and tells me to get my ass over to your bar and walk you home.”

“Did he say why?” I"d have thought Dad would have been excited to see me finally showing an interest in someone.

“Not all of us are brave enough to question it when he gives orders,” she replied dryly.

“Oh, please, Dad just talks tough; deep down inside, you know he loves us,” I said with confidence.

Bambi started choking and coughing. I pounded her on the back.

“Oh, by the hag"s hairy tit,” Bambi wheezed. “You"re special, Muriel.”

“Thank you,” I said. I liked to think I was special, too.

Arriving at my apartment building, Bambi stopped me before I went inside.

“So, that guy you almost kissed? You like him?” Bambi asked in a show of sisterly concern.

“I don"t know. I just met him. He"s hot, though.” And he made me want to rip his clothes off, cover him in chocolate, and lick him all over. Distracted, I almost missed what Bambi said.

“Listen, for what it"s worth, I was aiming my powers at him, not his two buddies,” she said with a significant look, before hugging me and walking away, her voluptuous ass swinging.

I pondered her words as I trudged up the stairs to my penthouse flat. Ha. Fourth floor walkup closet was more like it, but an excellent source of exercise, not to mention cheap on rent.

So Bambi had sicced all her powers on Auric, and he"d resisted her?



Looked like my Auric–hmm, already feeling possessive about him–had passed the test with more colors than I realized.

Of course, chances were I"d never see him again; after all, this was the first time I"d ever seen him and his friends in my bar. Unless I was right about him being after something; in which case he"d probably be back, pumping me or the staff for more info. He might just come back for me, said my hopeful inner voice, a voice I squashed. But as I dressed for bed and washed my face, I couldn"t help the sliver of hope that he"d come back again the next day and give me the kiss he"d almost planted on me earlier.

What would it have felt like? His lips caressing mine, his big hands pulling me close...

I shivered at the thought, a tremor that quickly turned into sensual longing. An arousal that had grabbed me in its clutches and refused to let go since I"d set eyes on him. Thankfully, I"d never claimed to be a good girl.

I shucked my panties before lying back on my bed. Then I bent my knees and spread them.

Licking a finger, I found my clit.

I might be a twenty-three year-old virgin, but I"d learned to take care of my sexual urges a long time ago. My slick finger worked my clit back and forth as my eyes slid shut and I imagined Auric"s face. Those hard lips, his strong jaw. My nipples puckered as I pictured him sucking them, those wicked green eyes looking up at me as he nipped my erect nubs. The vivid picture made me tremble, and moisture pooled between my legs.

I wondered what kind of lover he would be. Rough or gentle? Would he take charge and tell me what to do to please him, or would his focus be on me and bringing me pleasure? Would he–

shudder--lick my sweet nectar? His face buried between my thighs. I could feel tension coiling in my womb, and my breathing had become erratic with my fantasy thoughts.

I slipped my second hand down between my thighs, my fingers eagerly parting my lips to slide inside, not too far. I wanted my barrier intact, but far enough I could squeeze my digits as my other finger rubbed my swollen nub faster.

Gyrating my hips, I bit my lip as I imagined Auric over me, covering me with his big body, claiming me. His shaft penetrating and filling me. With a gasp, I came, little ripples of pleasure going through me.