Page 14 of Demon Huntress
“I think I can relate to that,” he replied. “But most women wouldn’t have so readily accepted a dinner offer after my behavior yesterday.”
While eating and talking, Flash had shown a glimpse of the person she had starkly seen the day before, pushing her up against the wall with his massive hand wrapped around her throat. He snapped at the servers for getting his order wrong and had even raised his voice as a man tripped over his foot. Everyone had turned to look at the prickly beast in the corner, but after every offense, he had looked back at her with the look of a puppy dog in trouble.
He knew that it was a problem. It concerned her slightly, but it was also intriguing.
She shrugged, doing her best to remain unaffected.
“A woman needs to eat after a day of infiltration,” she quipped, allowing a cunning smile to grow on one side of her face.
He smiled back at her, showing off some shiny teeth for the first time with enjoyment rather than irritation. Warmth burst in her chest, and she forced herself to look down at the beer glass that was perspiring nearly as much as she was.
“They really must have done a number on you,” she said gently. “I know what demons are capable of, trust me. I think I would get just as pissed off about it as you do, if not more.”
Flash’s smile remained, and she felt like he wasn’t used to the feeling of being even remotely understood. He had a semi-hulk personality that most people shied away from. The only person who had accepted him was Slade, but he also acted as his keeper, which was bound to have some kind of negative bounce back to it.
Cassandra drank the beer, then ordered another just as the lights in the bar dimmed, bringing light to a dance floor a few steps away from their booth. Music began blaring out of cheap speakers, causing Flash to leap up from the seat like he had just won the lottery.
“Dance with me?”
His teeth were luminous in the dark, his eyes like jewels out of a black ocean. Normally, Cassandra did her best to maintain her cool, calm, and collected demeanor, which meant dancing was completely out of the question. But looking at Flash holding out his hand to her, the way the veins in his arms popped out like pipes, and the movement of carnal attraction swirling like a tornado in her belly, there was no way she was saying no.
She grinned at him and placed her hand in his palm. He pulled her up sharply, and she gasped like some kind of damsel in a drive-in flick.
“Try to keep up,” he said with a wink.
They moved onto the wooden floor with his hand clutching hers, not too hard, but assertive enough. Her breasts had lightly traced over his chest when he pulled her up, so her nipples were hardening under the lace of her bra. When they hit the dance floor, she was surprised to find how confident he was, letting his hand rest upon her hips and grinding up behind her as she mimicked his relaxed state.
Cassandra felt like she was having a strange acid trip or a dream because she hadn’t ever felt this comfortable with a man. But she was also aroused to the point that her insides were burning with desire for a wolf shifter she had only met the day before.
When it came to the slow dance, it was all over. She leaned against his chest while he put one hand on her hip and the other boldly slid to cup one of her ass cheeks. She lifted her head, prepared to be angry, but was instead beyond impressed.
Cassandra stared up at him with sultry eyes, needing him so badly that she thought she was going to lose her mind right then and there on the dance floor.
He looked at her, hunger as blatant as his hard-on under his jeans.
She used one hand to unbutton her blouse enough so only he could see her sexy, lacy bra. His eyes nearly burst out of their sockets.
“I want you now,” she demanded with a hiss. “You need to fuck me right now, Flash.”
Flash growled before pushing his lips onto hers, nearly head-butting her as she gasped and moaned with a fervor she thought she had lost to the depths of memory. She lifted her hands to tangle into his hair as the world faded away, craving him like a shark craved its prey.
His tongue wandered inside her mouth, and she felt a wet snap as he pulled away from her. He’d had her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it, before grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the neon lights of the dance floor and into the concealment of the dark.
Cassandra’s heart pumped with exhilaration as he found a supply closet near the bathrooms. He pushed her in playfully and closed the door behind him. He grunted as he pulled her face to his, and they made out with a reckless abandon that Cassandra had yearned for, for such a long time.
He unbuckled his jeans, and she turned around. When he saw she had bent over against the wall, hiked up her skirt, and whipped down her panties for him, he released another grunt of utter approval.
“Fuck me, baby,” Cassandra demanded. “Fuck me, right here, right now. I need you.”
She felt desperate, but she didn’t want him to notice. He popped his cock out of his pants and immediately slid himself into her wetness, causing her to let out a loud groan as she felt him fill her all the way.
“Oh fuck, Flash!” she called out.
He bucked into her hard, just the way she had imagined him doing, grabbing hold of her hips and going to town. Cassandra couldn’t control herself, hammering wildly back into his thrusts and calling out as he slammed directly into her G-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body like lightning.
“Yes! Fuck, yes,” she moaned.
His hands crawled from her hips up her blouse, briefly cupping her breasts under her shirt, then moved up to her neck and mouth. She once again felt his strength on her throat, but this time, he had no intention of causing her any harm.
