Page 135 of Demon with Benefits
Her eyes darkened, but she scrambled off him quickly. “You are not going to be late for your own art show.”
But it was too late. He’d already gone places in his head. He was lying on his back on the bed, and Iris was now standing in front of him. Her blue dress was making him crazy, and so were the sexy high heels she had on. Her legs looked amazing, and the tattoo peeking out from under the hem was like an invitation for him to lift it and see what was underneath.
She watched him, and she knew him well enough to know where he was going in his head.
“Meph, no.” She wagged a finger. “We don’t have time. Jacqui will kill us if you’re late.” She spun around and walked away, and that sealed her fate. There was no way he could resist her hips swaying in that dress.
In a flash, he was off the bed and coming up behind her. He picked her up, spun around, and dropped her face first on the mattress.
“Sorry, sweetness, but it looks like we’re going to be late for the party.”
“Meph—!”
He slid his hands up her thighs to her ass, pushing the dress up with them, and he groaned when he saw what was underneath. A black lacy thong and thigh-high stockings. He slapped her ass just to watch the flesh jiggle, and they both groaned.
“Meph, damn it.”
He gripped her hips and ground himself against her through their clothes. “You can’t resist me.”
“You’re such an arse! We need to go.” But she wasn’t fighting his hold on her.
“I’m going to pull down this sexy little thong and touch your sweet pussy. If you’re wet, I win. If not, we can go.”
She groaned, and he knew he’d already won.
“Good girl.”
“Shut up.” It came out as a moan, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
But he was about to. And because he was a demon and therefore a devious fucker, he decided to surprise her. He’d been waiting for the right moment, and he suddenly decided that this was it.
Sliding the lace down her hips to mid-thigh, he pushed her legs as far apart as the stretched-taut fabric would let them go. It was far enough—her pussy lips spread open for him, revealing that glistening pink flesh that made him nearly mindless with lust.
Then, he shifted.
Or half shifted, rather. Since that fabled night in Hell, he’d been practicing.
In that cave with Iris, Meph’s demon had finally understood that there were some things that human-form Meph could do that demon-form Meph couldn’t. And some things were better together. Sharing was caring and all that jazz.
Now, the more he let his demon out instead of fighting the shift, the more his demon accepted that being in human form was okay too.
The two of them had reached an accord of sorts. They were still separate, but they both agreed that some moments were better experienced by one form over the other.
And some were best experienced by both.
Opening the cage of the monster inside him, Meph allowed him to emerge on his own. Immediately, his demon started to rise to control the shift and take over, but Meph quickly filled him in on the situation.
He told his demon to look at how hot the delicious female in front of him was. He reminded him of how much fun they’d had together in that cave—didn’t he want to repeat that again?
His demon couldn’t talk to him the way Meph could when their roles were reversed—because he didn’t talk at all—but he felt the dark agreement settle inside him, allowing Meph to maintain control of the shift.
But in this halfway form, it was a surrender for both of them.
His lips curving, Meph let the change wash over him. His skin morphed to gray and his claws slid out of his fingertips—not that convenient for sex, but he hadn’t mastered his control of shifting enough yet to get rid of them. But who needed fingers when he had his ultimate weapon?
His mouth stretched wide, his teeth sharpening into deadly points. And then he parted them and unfurled his tongue.
Anticipation building, he bent and speared the tip through Iris’s soft flesh, seeking the heated core of her. She gasped, her spine arching. The salty-sweet flavor of her arousal coated his tongue, and his demon gave a snarl of approval.
