Page 66 of The Demon Court

Slowly, she tucked her fingers underneath the waistband of his pants. They were flush against him, leaving marks of their own on his waist and lower as she moved her fingers against the round globes of his ass. He tensed, and she refused to stop playing. Selene moved her fingers underneath the tight waistband, skating her fingers over his hip bones to the muscles that pointed right where she wanted to go.

She pressed her front flush against his spine, moaning at the heat that coursed through her body. “I’ve wanted to know what this felt like since the moment I saw you,” she whispered, pressing errant kisses through her words against his spine. “There are rumors about you, you know. That you change your form to please every woman who sleeps with you. That you have unnatural control over the... appendage you use to bring them pleasure.”

The first time she’d heard those rumors, Selene had found herself in her own bedroom with her fingers between her legs. She’d bitten down so hard that she’d tasted blood when she came at the thought of a man who could fully satisfy her, no matter what her preferences might be.

His stomach flexed against the tips of her fingers, so muscular, so smooth. Not a hair on his body even as she dipped her fingers lower. Would she find him hard? Of course he was. Iron hard and aching for the touch she had denied him for so long.

The button of his pants was icy cold, and then she drew her hand deep to find—

A crash of something metallic outside jolted her awake. Selene sat straight up, her hair cascading in front of her vision as she tried to get control over her breathing.

Had she really almost orgasmed from a fucking dream? A dream of him?

She could feel the slickness between her thighs. She was soaked, desiring him as she’d desired no other before, and even in her dreams. And damn it, she ached for him. For his touch. For someone to touch her other than her own hand, which had been lacking lately.

Instead, she thought about his long, lean fingers like the talented digits of a pianist. He probably knew all the places to touch a woman that would bring her to a blinding orgasm, and she knew nothing in comparison.

But then she thought of his hand between her legs, that stupid, sarcastic grin on his face as he watched her come apart around those long fingers and...

“Fucking hell,” she hissed as she laid back down and pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes.

She was not doing this right now. She wasn’t. Selene did not care that he was handsome or that she was having sex dreams about a certain demon who had no right to slither into her mind.

Maybe that was what he’d done. Demons could sneak into people’s heads while they were sleeping. Perhaps he’d done the same to her. She didn’t know that he was there, nor did it feel like he’d somehow possessed her, but demons could. He’d gotten into her dreams. That was his new tactic to wear her down.

But damn it, why should he have to? Her mother had practically told her to seduce him, so why was she holding out?

Rubbing her eyes again, she sighed as she admitted to herself that she enjoyed being the only person he couldn’t seduce. She liked seeing the frustration on his features, but now that frustration had bubbled over into her own mind. She wanted him. He wanted her. Why was she putting them both through this madness?

All it would take was one look. One cocked finger and a raised eyebrow to tell him she wanted him in her bed and he’d come running.

But then she feared what was between them would gutter out and die, like a candle she’d dunked in water. He wouldn’t want her after she’d given him what he wanted.

Therein lay the issue. She couldn’t afford to lose his attention or his regard, but she also feared what would happen if she didn’t give in to him.

Another image of her dream flickered through her mind. What would happen if she touched him like that? Would he groan like he had in her dream?

She felt her entire body flame with a blush. Of course, he would groan like that. He was comfortable with his body. He’d even let her explore him if that’s what she wanted, and he wouldn’t raise a finger to interrupt her. That’s who he was, and damn it, that made her want him even more.

A flush of lust burned through her, and she knew it was dangerous to feel. But she was so overwhelmed with other emotions and the thought of him without his shirt, those pants riding low to reveal the dimples above his hip bones, and all that lovely, velvet skin just waiting for her to touch him.

Someone knocked on her door. A quiet three raps, as though they didn’t want to interrupt anything that was going on in the room.

Blushing, Selene pressed the backs of her cool hands against her cheeks. “Thank you, I’m all right for now! Please come back in an hour. I’d like to rest!”

The knock repeated itself, insistent.

Was she supposed to entertain Greed more today? Was she expected to get ready for yet more embarrassing events?

With that, though, came reality barreling in right behind it. Lust. She was in Lust’s bedroom and he’d slept with her the night before, so why hadn’t he last night?

Frantic, she looked around the room to make sure he wasn’t here. And thank goodness he wasn’t, or she would have died from embarrassment. There was only the open balcony with wind blowing through the thin curtains. She sighed in relief and pressed a hand to her thundering heart. Or maybe the thundering was the damned knocking that continued as though that would make her come open the door quicker.

“Of all the ridiculous ways to wake someone,” she muttered, swinging her leg over the side of the bed and standing. “Yes, yes, I understand you need me to come to the door right now. Why can’t this just—“

She swung the door open and stopped, slack jawed, staring at the demon on the other side.

Lust had one palm braced on the top of her door, his arm raised over his head in a way that put all his muscles on display. He hadn’t buttoned his shirt, and it left far too much space for her to stare at the wall of muscles in front of her.

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