Demon's Captive

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Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon’s Captive Selena Illyria All rights reserved. Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria ISBN: 978-1-60521-689-8 Formats Available: HTML, Adobe PDF, EPub MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader Publisher: Changeling Press LLC PO Box 1046 Martinsburg, WV 25402-1046 www.ChangelingPress.com Editor: Vicki S. Burklund Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

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Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon’s Captive Selena Illyria Sex demon versus Hellhound -- who will get burned first? Hellhound Casey Mae can track anything put in front of her. The bounty is everything. She doesn’t have time for distractions, especially if they come in the form of a dark-haired, green-eyed sex demon. Just because he says he wants her doesn’t mean she has to want him. Does it? Blaise has wanted Casey Mae since he first laid eyes on her. He’s not taking “no” for an answer even if he has to tie her up. Come morning, she won’t be able to deny what she feels for him. He’ll make sure of it.

Dedication To Tilly, Vicki, Cynnie, Tara, Silvia, Dawn and Di.

Chapter One The trap was set. Everything was in place. Blaise moved around the room, testing each ward. She won’t be able to leave unless I give my say-so. He glanced over to where his prey sat, slumped in her chair, bound to the backrest and legs. Walking over on bare feet, he reached out and brushed away a hank of wavy, dark brown hair that had fallen into her face. Not a spot of makeup and she was beautiful. Long lashes rested on full cheeks, and her full Cupid‟s bow lips were parted slightly. Her chest rose and fell with every gentle breath, drawing attention to her full breasts. The tight, simple white tank top highlighted her trim waist, and her tight jeans outlined her muscular thighs. The hems of her denims were tucked into slouched and faded black, knee-high boots with low heels. It was something she could fight in but still be fashionable -- not that she cared about looking up-to-date. Casey Mae, Hellhound, bounty hunter extraordinaire, didn‟t care about anything but the bounty. She denied everything feminine in her, shoving the woman inside as deep as she would go, only depending on her strength and paranormal abilities. Emotions and desires only got in the way of the job. Blaise was tired of watching her deny their attraction just as much as he was of having her ignore her needs or take care of herself without his help. If she wasn‟t going to do it, then he was going to do it for her. With her trapped in his suite of rooms, he was going to make her see she deserved to be taken care of, that it wasn‟t weak in the least to allow someone else to give to her rather than take from her. He had planned this moment for months, watching her, paying attention to every detail and gesture. Never once did she treat her bounties with cruelty, even at the expense of her dignity.

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A memory of her covered in mud, soaked to the bone, and stinking to high heaven as if a hundred skunks had sprayed her came to mind. Not once had she complained. She just came to his little hotel, asked for a simple room and a cage for her skunk shifter bounty. That was it. No spa treatments, no whining about her smell or the filth. She‟d held her head high and cleaned up the room herself, even after he insisted on letting the cleaning crew handle things. Not a whiff of eau de skunk or puddle of mud was left to be found. She‟d paid her bill and even left extra for the trouble she thought she‟d caused with the mess. He‟d tried to give her back the money, but she‟d refused to see him or accept it. Now he was determined to pay her back -- for every moment she‟d left him yearning and aching, for all the nights he‟d dreamed of her and all the trouble she‟d thought she‟d caused him, as well as all the times she‟d denied their attraction to each other. When he released her, he wanted her so wound up about him she wouldn‟t be able to ignore him, and next time she‟d be the one coming to him for more than just a room. Blaise caressed her cheek. “Once you wake up, the fun begins, sweet, and this time I‟ll be in control.” He knew he was taking a risk in kidnapping and binding her, but he knew it was the right thing to do. Her Hellhound hadn‟t risen up to take control of its host‟s body and use its strength to break Casey Mae loose, which he took as a good sign. He crouched down. “I promise you, I‟ll take care of her. She won‟t ever lack for anything. I‟ll give her all I have as long as she‟ll let me,” he swore. There was no response. Blaise hadn‟t expected one. The Hellhound was just as taciturn as its mistress at times. He just hoped that meant the beast consented. It wouldn‟t do to have the dog interfere. There probably wouldn‟t be another opportunity like this. She would never trust him again, and he would hate that.

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Ping. Ping. Ping. Pingpingpingping. Casey Mae lifted her head. Her head was pounding like a drum circle gone wrong. Her tongue felt wrapped in cotton. Swallowing took effort. For some reason her throat seemed dry. She struggled to form thoughts but everything evaporated before it made sense. Disjointed memories floated before her eyes. She remembered a washed out bridge, a waterlogged road, mud -- lots of mud -- and a garish red hotel with a neon sign. Something about wine. Green eyes with splinters of gold flashed to the forefront of her mind. The pinging grew more persistent. A loud crash made her jump. The throbbing in her head increased. She groaned and opened her eyes. Pale golden lights filled her line of vision. They flickered back and forth. Casey didn‟t understand why they were doing that. It took a few moments for it to dawn on her that they were candles. Turning her head this way and that, she took in her surroundings. The throbbing dulled but the pinging continued. Another crash sounded, and the room was bathed in white light before fading back to candlelight. A fire crackled in a hearth not too far from her. From what she could see, the room had a long leather couch, two leather chairs, a dark wood table with a bench, a chest of drawers, a flat screen TV sitting against a wall and a large, sleigh-style bed with a slatted headboard. A bedroom? Casey‟s memories came back in a flood. She had been on her way to the compound for a new assignment. The bridge had been washed out, and the roads were flooded. She‟d turned around and sought shelter at the Sinful Bordeaux, an inn catering to those of the paranormal community. She thought she‟d be safe there but, then again, there was Blaise. Green eyes with splinters of gold and framed by dark lashes gazed back at her from beneath thick, wavy, midnight black hair clipped short but with enough length on top to get a good grip. His lips were just perfect for kissing and nibbling. The cleft in his chin just begged her to explore it with her tongue. He had an aristocratic nose, not too pointed or wide. His scent was a combination of exotic spices and woods. She had always wondered if the cologne covered him all over.

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Casey squeezed her eyes shut. Don’t think about that. He’s just a distraction. You have a job to do and he’s… untrustworthy. It was the same reasoning she‟d always used to avoid him, to keep her distance. Blaise was a demon -- a sex demon to be exact. They had a reputation for saying and doing anything to get laid. They were relentless when they targeted someone. She‟d hunted a lot of sex demons before -- and after -- she‟d joined the Hellhound Detective Agency. Nothing she‟d ever seen during a case dealing with them ended up being good. The victims were often scarred for life, and the demons couldn‟t care less about the damage they‟d done. Sex and charm rolled off him in waves. He could seduce with just a smile. From the moment they‟d met, he‟d been trying to get her into bed. She didn‟t know or care why. Casey had more important things to think about -- like her job. If she wanted sex, she could get it with her battery-operated boyfriend. Besides, she thought Blaise just wanted her so he could brag he‟d bagged a Hellhound. All demons wanted to have sex with a Hellhound. Hellhounds could sniff out a lie and were considered the hardest demon to tame. Demons couldn‟t resist a challenge -- or a good deal or a fool and his money. Casey Mae was no one‟s trophy -and yet she found herself in surroundings she didn‟t know. A jerk of her hands and legs and the feel of smooth, warm wood against her arms told her she was also tied to a chair. And I may possibly be a prisoner. She reached for her Hellhound power. The dog within lifted its head but made no attempt to lend her its power. Help me, she hissed to the animal. The dog got up to all fours and padded off into the darkness in which it lived. Casey sat, astounded by what had just happened. Her Hellhound had abandoned her. That had never happened before. She wasn‟t able to yell at the canine. The scent of exotic spices and woods swirled around her, grabbing her attention. Looking around, she couldn‟t see Blaise. “Show yourself,” she growled. Casey hoped he hadn‟t sold her out. She had a lot of enemies, and any one of them could have decided to put a price on her head. Silence

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greeted her demand but the perfume of his scent grew thicker. The sound of rain pounding against the window increased. Lightning crashed overhead, followed by the deep grumble of thunder. The storm raged as she awaited her fate. “I‟m so sorry about this, sweet,” Blaise purred close to her ear. She jerked her head this way and that, seeing nothing but the furniture around her. “Sorry about what? That you‟ve sold me out? Betrayed me?” “Not at all. You misunderstand my intentions. You‟re here because it‟s time for you to face the truth.” Blaise appeared before her dressed in jeans and nothing else. “You belong to me, and it‟s time you acknowledge it.” Belong. Desire prickled along her skin as heat coiled deep in the pit of her stomach. She tried to find the words to deny his claim. Sure, no other man had caught her interest or made her as wary and skittish as he did, but that meant nothing. She shook her head. I don’t belong to him. I belong to no one. She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off. “Nothing to say, sweet? No denials or words of protest?” His lips slipped along the edge of her ear, distracting her, as his breath tickled the lobe. Casey pulled her head back and turned to look at him. “Show yourself.” She resisted the urge to growl and snap. It wouldn‟t do any good to become angry. Calm and a clear mind were what she needed, she told herself. She took a deep breath, using the pause to relax. After an exhale, she opened her eyes and allowed herself to truly see her surroundings rather than giving them a cursory once-over. “Not yet. You haven‟t earned it yet. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, getting you to admit your attraction to me.” Lips brushed against her neck, sliding down in a gentle caress, softer than a breeze, teasing her and ramping up her lust. Her pulse stuttered before beating just a little faster than before. Fingers played down her bare arms. She cursed herself for forgetting her jacket at the compound and wearing a tank top -- easy access for him. “I‟m not attracted to you,” Casey gritted out, ignoring the heat building within. “Then why is your body heating? Why do I smell desire on the air?” His breath brushed against her lips, causing them to tingle.

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Her nipples tightened as her pussy filled with liquid. She licked her lips and felt the tip of her tongue make contact with something warm and salty with just a hint of mint. Electricity raced from that small touch to light up her body. Casey drew in a sharp breath as her breasts grew full and heavy, her nipples became diamond hard, and her cunt pulsed as her heart beat faster against her rib cage. A whimper fell from her lips as her world shattered. All denials faded as sharp pangs filled her belly. Her mouth filled with saliva. She wanted more of that touch, more of his skin. Fire flared through her veins, consuming her in a firestorm so hot she thought she would melt or be consumed. Either option was preferable to the need clawing in her gut. Casey Mae leaned forward, hoping to touch him again with her mouth, her face, her skin -- anything. “Blaise,” she whimpered. She hated her weakness. That simple plea revealed more than she‟d dared. Any protests, denials, ignorance had burned to ash in the wake of that one small caress. “Fuck,” he swore. The air shimmered in front of her, and he stood before her once again, crouched down and gazing at her with a worried expression. “I wasn‟t shielding that time.” He reached up and caressed her face. Rough, callused fingers ran along her skin, raising goose prickles and more need in its wake. Her clothing irritated her skin. It felt too constrictive, too itchy. Casey flexed her fingers, wanting to rip off every bit of fabric so his touch would never end. “Blaise.” His name came out in a husky whisper, the sound so foreign to her that at first she thought another woman was in the room. Growling, she looked around, wanting to rip the woman apart. It took a moment for her lust-swathed brain to realize it was only them. Relief swept through her. She sat back, slumping against her chair before it occurred to her that something was wrong. Narrowing her eyes at him, she asked him, “What‟d you do to me?” Blaise cupped her cheek. The warmth of his flesh sent an electric jolt through her. She arched her back and moaned as pleasure slammed into her like a wave against the shore.

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“That. I wasn‟t shielding you against my powers.” He gave her a sheepish smile. “I will tone it down. I promise.” Panting, Casey tried to stir up some ire but found nothing beyond need. It scratched in her belly, beat along her skin like a heartbeat. Her panties were soaked, and her pussy ached to be filled. Every cell in her body felt alive, as if filled by white light. “Damn you. You planned this.” It was a useless accusation. Blaise hadn‟t known she was on her way to the compound. This was a moment of convenience, not some elaborate demon trap. The logic didn‟t help her. She was still tied to a chair and still lacking her Hellhound power to break free of the knots. She was as close to human as she could be. “If I had, I would be even richer than I am now. No, I took advantage of the storm. You and I will do the rest.” He gave her a seductive smile and rose to his full height. Casey watched, fascinated at the smooth slide of muscle under skin, of flesh rippling in place. By the gods, he’s gorgeous. She couldn‟t deny that but wouldn‟t admit it out loud. He wasn‟t too muscular, with thick shoulders, a broad chest and tightly ridged abdomen. His legs were long. The jeans couldn‟t hide how muscular his thighs were. His skin was golden, as if kissed lightly by the sun. Not a tan line to be seen. The firestorm within increased as she imagined Blaise lying nude on a towel and allowing the sun to warm him, turning his smooth, pale flesh into gold. He looked so relaxed in her little daydream. It made her want to join him, curl her body around his and enjoy the moment, to savor his warmth and the nearness of him. She wanted to nibble a path down the center of his chest, trace her tongue along the dips and peaks of his abdomen and tease his navel before moving farther down. Her breath caught in her throat. Dizziness assaulted her. Casey could almost imagine his cock -- long, thick steel covered in velvet. A wide, flared head with just a droplet of temptation on the tip waiting for a taste. A crack of lightning brought her out of her daydream. Horrified at where her thoughts were going, she tried to shove them

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away but they wouldn‟t go. Another crack of lightning shook her out of her reverie but the warmth lingered. “Where were you just now? Your eyes turned to liquid black, and your desire increased.” His head was cocked to the side. A smirk hung on his lips, making her want to not answer him. “Let me go.” It was a futile command. If Blaise did release her, there was nowhere she could go she would feel safe. And she had no clue what she would do to him to punish him for breaking her trust. The thought of not seeing him again disturbed her, damping some of the need and heat rolling through her. She couldn‟t understand what it was about him that fascinated her, made her thoughts drift to him when she was in the throes of passion when using her fingers or vibrator to relieve some of the arousal after a job. Better not think of that. She refocused on the situation. “Why have you done this? Is it money you want?” Casey didn‟t buy for a second that this was about attraction. He was a gorgeous demon, extremely rich and powerful. Blaise had adapted quite well to living in the human world, whereas most of their kind still used their old tactics to get by. Some didn‟t even bother to hide the horns or tail. She looked Blaise over -- not a horn or tail or red skin in sight. That didn‟t mean he didn‟t have any. “Stop trying to make this about anything other than desire. I want you and you want me.” He disappeared from sight. Casey growled. “Get back here.” Laughter floated around her. “Find me, and maybe I‟ll let you have control at least once. We‟re playing my game now, sweet. Relax and enjoy it. Trust me.” Casey jerked her hands and tried to get up off the chair. Nausea swirled in her stomach. She wasn‟t sure whether to throw up, be outraged or sit back and relax. Trusting him was difficult. Nothing about the situation put her at ease. She doubted she could enjoy it as he‟d suggested. If she were free and there was a bounty on his head, she wouldn‟t have hesitated at taking him in. Now she didn‟t know what to do with him.

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Staying under his roof had always been a risk. Blaise wasn‟t the most trustworthy of allies. He‟d betrayed her trust now, but she didn‟t feel she was in danger. Not yet, anyway. She blew out a breath. What to do? What to do? I can’t escape without the help of my Hellhound. Besides that, the road and bridge are washed out. Let’s see what he’s got planned. He’d let me say no, right? “What do you want with me?” “I told you. I want you, and I want you to admit you want me too.” Blaise came out of the darkness like the demon he was. The golden light painted shadows against his skin, and his eyes seemed to glow with some unearthly energy. Tiny pinpricks of desire burst along her skin. The sensations weren‟t unpleasant. It was just a tease of what he could do. That much she knew. Hellhounds couldn‟t seduce -- not unless they wanted to. They were bred for the Hunt, for the fight, for war. All Hellhounds could battle in some way or other. Casey rolled her eyes. “Yes, you did. Attraction. Uh-huh. Why didn‟t you just say you wanted to get laid?” Blaise crouched down, a move of grace and elegance that she could only hope to mimic. “Not just sex. This isn‟t about a momentary coming together. Let‟s not make it that way. You and I, we‟re not as shallow as that, and I wouldn‟t pursue you if it was just vanity. If I wanted to get laid, as you put it, I could snap my fingers and several women -- and even a few men -- would come to my call. Why would I want something so fleeting when I can have you?” A dark eyebrow rose in question. He confused her. She wasn‟t sure why he would want her, much less why he would expend so much effort on her. “How long have you been putting this together? Would you have waited until my next visit to carry out this ridiculous plan, or maybe you‟d have tried to sneak onto the compound grounds to kidnap me?” He smirked. “Give me some credit, will you? I‟m a patient man.” Casey rolled her eyes. “Fine. Demon, I‟m a patient demon. I can wait as long as it takes to get what I want. Besides, the compound is warded against the uninvited.” He lifted his hand and

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brushed his fingertips against her cheek in a light caress. Shivers of heat swept along her flesh, racing down her neck, arms, her chest, curling around her nipples, sliding along her stomach to glide between her thighs. A gasp was torn from her throat as she bowed her back. Pleasure shuddered over her in endless waves, slamming into her over and over as she gasped and groaned. Her cunt contracted as fire flooded her body. Whimpers passed through her lips. The sensation passed, and the heat died down to embers. Panting, she looked up at him. Her vision was blurry, and sweat beaded on her brow, upper lip and chest. She wanted more. Needed more. Her nipples ached for contact, for his touch. Clenching her fists, she prayed he wouldn‟t do that again. As pleasurable as it had been, she‟d have preferred not to be seduced by demon tricks. “No.” The single word had him pulling back until he was a few feet away. He might as well have been a few states away. She felt cold without him and hated it. Licking her lips, she tried again. “No tricks,” she managed to get out in a ragged, torn voice. Blaise tilted his head, his brows coming together. “What?” “No tricks. Untie me. Talk to me. This is madness, what you‟re doing.” She paused to lick her lips before continuing. “You‟ve tied me up, given me no choice, and all for what? To convince me you desire me for more than a mere fling? Show me. Let me loose.” Casey waited, hoping he would do as she asked. “And you‟ll stay?” Conflict showed in his eyes. His thoughts were plain on his face. Blaise didn‟t trust her not to run, just like she didn‟t trust him at the moment. Or did she? Casey Mae didn‟t trust herself at the moment but her instincts said yes, he wouldn‟t put her in harm‟s way. “I‟ll hear you out,” she promised. “Fine.” He snapped his fingers and the ropes fell away, knots and all. “Now, what will we do? You‟re free, and I‟m sure you‟ll run.”

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“Out in this weather?” She raised an eyebrow and stood. Casey didn‟t miss the way he watched her every move, drinking it all in. Maybe his desire is genuine. “Now, what were you going to do to me?” He gave her a dirty grin. “Fuck you until you couldn‟t possibly think of leaving me ever again.” Blaise lifted a shoulder, his grin becoming a filthy smile that spoke of untold debauchery. “That would be kind of difficult. I am a Hellhound after all, and I have a job to do.” Casey found it amusing that his wants were so simple. At least, he made it sound that way. He shrugged. “I can share you with your job but no other men. I‟m selfish, I admit.” She laughed. “Who says there is another man or men?” “A woman of your beauty surely has men trailing after her with their tongues hanging out.” Mischief glittered in his eyes. Casey decided to play along and looked around her. “Just you and me here, unless they‟re hiding out in the rain and mud.” “Could be.” Blaise moved toward her with predatory grace, smooth, sleek and dangerous. “Despite the ropes being off, am I still your prisoner?” She wondered if there were more demon tricks awaiting her if she tried to escape. “You‟ll just have to find out, but that‟s a tale for another time.” His eyes smoldered with barely restrained heat. “Tell me, Hellhound, what you want to do to me. Tell me all your fantasies and let‟s make them come true.” Blaise caressed her cheek again, trailing his fingers down the column of her throat and laying his hand against her chest. Her heart thudded against her rib cage as it became difficult to breathe. His masculine scent whirled around her. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of her top, and her skin burned. The fire spread outward, enveloping her, bringing her pleasure once more. A small wave of desire sizzled along her spine as electricity crackled through her, lighting up her nerve

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endings. Casey couldn‟t think, couldn‟t breathe. All focus was on him and what he was doing to her. “Tell me, sweet. Tell me all those dirty little thoughts you‟ve had about me, those crystalline moments of pleasure you get from your fingers as you fantasize about my cock inside of you. Whisper every filthy little dream you‟ve had, and I‟ll make them come true. I promise.” He sounded so sure of himself, so deliciously confident that he could indeed make her open up and divulge to him. “You‟ll have to guess them. I‟m not going to tell you anything.” Blaise‟s lips quirked in a small smile before it disappeared. “Fine.” He snapped his fingers. The ropes wound around her wrists again, binding her tightly. She fell forward at the sudden imbalance and loss of control. “Damn you, Blaise,” she hissed.

Chapter Two Blaise chuckled and walked around her in a tight circle, keeping himself as close to her as possible. He brushed against her, savoring the momentary contact and heat of her body. The heady mix of lavender and vanilla intoxicated him. Such simple perfumes and yet on her, mixed with the musky scent of desire, they made his mouth water. A pang of yearning hit his stomach. “I want to explore every inch of you, find every recess and inch of your body where you place your perfumes, and gorge on your secret cream.” He hadn‟t meant to say it aloud, to utter his thoughts, but his control was slipping away at being so near to her. Finally, after months of holding back, being patient and allowing her to trust him, he had her, and it was only for one night or two, depending on the weather. He knew he‟d have to let her go but not before he got something to hold him steady until she came to him willingly. He doubted it would truly be enough. Nothing short of making sure Casey came home to him every night would be enough, but for this time it would have to do. He felt her shudder under his touch. He let his hand drop down, touching her with fingertips only, giving her just a tease of what could come if she behaved. If not, there were other ways to get her to acquiesce. “You said I was free.” The words were torn from her as she panted and struggled under the bindings. “You‟re trying to make me work to learn your secrets. I want you to tell me, not make me pull it out of you.” Blaise moved away from her and headed over to the chest of toys he‟d been amassing to use on her. Lifting the lid, he pulled out the whip. “But since you insist on being difficult, there are ways to ensure your cooperation.”

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He walked in front of her and gauged her reaction. If she flinched away he wouldn‟t use it. She had to trust him. She narrowed her eyes but didn‟t move away. “You think you can tame me?” Casey Mae tossed her head, dark curls sliding down her shoulder. Because of the downpour, her hair wasn‟t in its usual bun or ponytail. The dark mass was long and tempting. He wanted to bury his fingers in it and feel the silken glide against his skin. Shaking himself and refocusing, he watched her. “Oh, I‟m sure I can.” Blaise allowed the whip to uncoil until the tip brushed the floor. With a flick of the wrist, he cracked the whip, producing a thin cut on her jeans. He repeated the action twice more, once on the other leg and once more just under her breasts. “You‟re ruining my clothing, demon,” she grumbled. “You‟ll have to buy me new ones -- and not too girly. I have a job to do.” He delighted in the fact that she was unruffled by his use of the whip. It gave him hope. He was optimistic this would lead to her letting go of her control. Whenever he‟d thought of doing this, enacting his little plan in the depths of his soulless heart, he‟d known she needed someone to see her as beautiful, as a woman, and to take care of her. He knew he was the man to do that. She just had to see it too, even if he had to use a bit of power and some trickery to accomplish it. Blaise flicked his wrist again. The whip tore a strip up the side of her shirt. Repeating the action, he had both sides of her tank open, exposing tantalizing glimpses of smooth, chocolate skin. The more he revealed, the more difficult it was to hang onto his control. Clenching his jaw, he focused on continuing to use the whip to make strips out of her clothing until denim fell into tatters on the ground. Her simple white cotton bra peeked out between strips of her tank top. Her jeans were now more of a skirt than pants. He wondered if he should drop the whip and use his hands now. “Had enough?” Blaise waited for an answer. “Never. You think you‟re going to break me? Try harder.” Despite her words, there were fatigue lines around her eyes. Her lips were a thin line, and she was breathing heavily.

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The drugs must not be out of her system just yet. He walked around her and dropped the whip back into the trunk. “Time to take things up a notch.” He rummaged around, searching for what to use on her next. Blaise pushed aside feathers, vibrators, silk scarves, nipple clamps, handcuffs and floggers. “What shall I use to make you give in?” He picked up the feather and rolled it between his index finger and thumb. The long, slim, black quill waved and shuddered in his grasp. A grin spread across his face. “Perfect.” “What is? You finally coming to your senses and letting me go? Can I sit down now?” She sounded tired. Blaise snapped his fingers again. Casey Mae disappeared and reappeared on the bed. Blaise would have carried her but didn‟t want to tempt fate. If he were that close to her, holding her, there was no telling what would happen. He grabbed a few scarves and closed the lid of the trunk. “Much better. Now what are you going to do?” Curiosity sparkled in her eyes. She wasn‟t frightened in the least, which amused him. Before, she didn‟t trust him. Now she wanted to know what he would do with her. It gave him even more hope. “You‟ll have to trust me.” He let that sink in and watched for any signs she would resist him. Her body tensed. Her eyes became guarded. No expression showed on her face. “Casey Mae --” Her jaw clenched. Warning flashed in her eyes. “Don‟t call me that.” He blinked, trying to understand why she would hate her name. “Casey --” “Get on with it.” The mood had turned icy, and he narrowed his eyes, not liking that she was putting things between them. How could he understand her if she didn‟t let him in? With a sigh, he crouched down next to the bed. “Casey, I need you to talk to me, let me in, trust me.” He waited for rejection, for stubbornness, for something to say she wouldn‟t allow him into her mind and heart.

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She opened her mouth, closed it and opened it again. Nothing came out. Conflict flitted across her face. She licked her lips. He tracked the small pink tip of her tongue, sliding along her bottom lip, and swallowed a groan. “It‟s not my name. They just gave it to me.” The confession was said in such a small voice he wasn‟t sure he‟d heard it the first time. It took a moment for understanding to dawn on him. “„They‟ meaning your trainers.” It wasn‟t a question. It was a statement. Certain demons had trainers. If you were bred for war, you had a trainer. If you were bred for sex, you had a trainer. Period. It‟s how things worked in their world. In that single moment, he understood her. Trainers beat the message into you that you were nothing more than a tool, a weapon, a machine to be used however the master saw fit. Hellhounds like her, the ones who left that life to be free to choose their calling, didn‟t have masters, but that didn‟t mean they weren‟t beholden to whoever helped them. “You‟re a pureblood.” Again a statement. Casey nodded. His heart thudded against his chest. It felt larger, as if expanded too much for his ribs. He lifted a shaky hand and caressed her face. “You are so beautiful, so strong, Goddess. I‟m honored.” Her gaze hardened. Blaise could feel the fight coming back into her. She wanted to reject his assertion. He wouldn‟t let her. “Don‟t deny it. You may not think so but damn it, I do. I think you‟re beautiful and brave and strong and so many things I can‟t even find the words to tell you. I knew you were special from the moment I saw you, but now, now I know why.” Casey shook her head. “Don‟t say those things. You don‟t know what you‟re saying.” Blaise gave a bark of laughter. “Oh, I know what I‟m saying. I‟m very sure of myself. Sex demon, remember? Confidence is our asset and our Achilles heel. Don‟t

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worry. I won‟t make you say it… yet. For now, I want you to trust me. Can you give me that?” She swallowed. He watched that simple action, fascinated. His Casey Mae was scared. “I won‟t hurt you unless you want me to. I promise. Trust me.”

*** Trust him. Like that’s easy. Even as Casey thought that, she knew she could, knew he wouldn‟t do anything to cause her true harm or pain. She relaxed onto the mattress, letting her weight sink in fully. Watching him, she saw the tension in him melt away. He blew out a breath and smiled. “Relax. Yes, just let me handle everything.” The words brought back the reminder she wasn‟t in control. Her hands were tied in front of her but her legs were free. Despite that fact, she still felt caged. Memories of her old life, the one she‟d left behind, began to bombard her. Steel surrounded her, ash and brimstone in the air choked her. She couldn‟t cough. You cough, you get whipped. Make one noise not permitted by the master or trainers, and you were hurt. Tears formed in her eyes. Her throat felt tight. Darkness pressed all around her. “Breathe. Breathe, sweet.” His voice was soft, soothing, lulling her into calm. “Yes, that‟s it, beautiful. You‟re safe. You won‟t be harmed, and I won‟t let anyone take you away from me. You‟ll never have to fear me. Never.” The last word was growled. Fury and pain threaded through his voice, making her smile. Blaise knew what it was like. He understood. But she didn‟t understand, not completely. Why would he want her? She‟d gotten over her issues even though she still had dreams about them. They had conditioned her to be wary of situations and of people, but this was different. He wasn‟t after her to own her, as far as she could see. Blaise seemed to want her just as she was, Hellhound bounty hunter and all. It honored her that someone so beautiful and powerful had seen something in her he found attractive. She wasn‟t a killer for hire or a bounty hunter to him. She was just a woman, an as-close-as-you-can-get-to-human woman. The thought startled her,

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scared her, making her feel open and vulnerable, even a bit shy. She looked down and then up at him through thick lashes. “What? What‟s going on, sweet?” He looked confused. “It‟s just… Well… You want me.” She looked away, not sure how he would take it. He slipped a finger under her chin and turned her face toward him. “Why wouldn‟t I want you? You‟re a gorgeous, capable woman, and I will keep telling you that until you believe it.” “It‟s hard to believe. I‟ve only been thought of as one thing. I‟ve been able to get sex when I needed it, and I can always get myself off.” Heat flushed her face, crept down her neck and spread through her chest to flood her body. “I‟ve never had someone want more than that. I‟ve never needed to hear that I‟m beautiful or whatever.” “Strong, sexy, smart. I can go on and on if you like.” His voice was low, gruff, filled with desire and arousal. Casey swallowed, feeling out of her depth with him. He seduced people on a daily basis, was bred for it, and yet his turning that charm on her had her feeling selfconscious, nervous, unworthy, strange. Her body didn‟t seem to belong to her. It was a foreign thing, which felt too long, awkward, and gangly. “Casey Mae, trust me. Close your eyes and let me show you how much I find you attractive. Let me have this time with you, and then you can decide what to do,” he whispered. His voice had an edge of a rasp to it. The sound shivered through her, flaming the smoldering ashes of her desire within. “Yes?” She licked her lips again, feeling nervous, excited and curious. “Yes,” she murmured. Blaise chuckled. “Like pulling teeth with you, sweet. So much work just for that one word, and yet it was all worth it.” He kissed her. The touch was light, a press of dry, soft lips. She moaned, wanting more. The kiss fed the flame, making her ache to feel the contact everywhere: her lips,

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her breasts, her pussy… Blood flowed to her groin, filling her with heat. Her clit swelled as her nether lips thickened. The ache between her legs returned full force as arousal swirled within, demanding something to assuage the need. She turned her face away, panting for air. Casey Mae felt dizzy and light-headed. Need clawed through her veins as her fingers flexed. She wriggled her wrists, wanting to get them out of her bonds and wrap her arms around his neck. “Blaise, let me loose. I want to feel you.” He chuckled. “Still not done with you.” Placing another kiss on her lips, he pulled away and began removing the tatters of her clothing until she was left in nothing but her bra and panties. Flames danced along her cheeks in embarrassment. She wished for the first time that she‟d taken a few of the girls from the compound up on their offer to go shopping. Casey wanted to be wearing something sexier, slinkier, maybe something with lace and silk and thin as a sigh. He traced a finger along the under edge of her bra. “So simple, so sweet, just like you.” Blaise placed butterfly kisses along her neckline and between her breasts. Nothing mattered but what he was doing. She could feel just a whisper of his hair on her skin as he trailed the kisses down the center of her stomach. Blaise paused to swirl his tongue in her navel, sending a tickle through her and causing her to squirm. She giggled in response and sighed as he spread her legs and settled between them. He traced a finger along the gusset of her panties, running the blunt edge of his fingertip over one side of her cotton-covered labia and down the other, teasing and taunting her. She rocked against his touch, hoping for more. He gave her just enough to keep her frustrated, no more, no less. He nipped and kissed the insides of her thighs, bringing himself closer to her center, only to stop and go to the other side and start the process all over again. Over and over again until she wanted to scream. Her mind was so focused on him and his machinations she couldn‟t think of anything else. “That‟s it. Relax. Let go.” Blaise sat up on his heels, shaking the bed, hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down until they were all

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the way off. She spread her legs just a little wider, giving him more of a view. She hoped he would get the message that she wanted more than just a touch. Instead he chuckled. “Not yet. Close your eyes.” She wasn‟t sure what her sight had to do with things. “Will you finally fuck me?” Casey regretted the question as soon as it was out there, hanging between them. His eyes flashed, the golden glow drowning out the green. “I told you, this isn‟t about fucking. You have to trust me.” “I do,” she insisted. “But I need satisfaction. You‟re not the one with the inferno inside you.” He laughed. “Is that all? Well, I can rectify that.” Blaise disappeared from sight. The seconds ticked by, making her wonder if he would ever come back. Time stretched on and the storm gentled outside, but that did nothing to calm her down. She loathed being tied to the bed -- she wanted to get up and go find him, see what the holdup was. “Blaise,” she called out. “Where the hell are you?” Nothing. More time slipped by, and she began to wonder if something had happened to him. Casey tried to pull down her hands but the knots wouldn‟t budge. Blowing out a breath of frustration, she tried calling him again. “Blaise, where are you? Did I do something wrong?” A thud followed by a curse had her ears burning and her heart pounding against her ribcage. She pulled with all her might, worried that someone had broken in and hurt him. “Damn it, Blaise. Answer me!” “Sorry, sorry,” a muffled voice called out. “I got a little carried away with my ideas.” Blaise stumbled into the room with a bowl of ice in one hand, a feather in the other and a bag of something clutched between his teeth. She laughed. “What did you do, empty out your fridge? Geez, what is all that stuff?”

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“That is for me to know and you to find out,” he teased. Blaise placed the things he‟d brought with him on the bed. “But first the blindfold.” She wanted to protest. Casey wanted to see what he was going to do. “Nuh-uh. Blindfold or no sex. You‟re playing by my rules. Any protests and this stops now.” He stood over her, a smile on his face, mischief glinting in his eyes. “Fine.” She closed her eyes and waited for the press of fabric against her eyelids. It didn‟t take long. Silk caressed her skin, bringing out a sigh from her. The soft, light material wasn‟t tied too tightly around her head, which made her feel comfortable. “There. Now the fun begins.” She heard a bag rip open and a rattle from the bowl. Casey let out a cry when she felt something wet, cold, and smooth against her labia followed by his warm, damp tongue. She shivered at the contrast of cold and hot. Casey wasn‟t sure if she should rock against his tongue or move away from the ice. As time went on, the sensations only furthered her need. She wanted him to stop the ache and want crawling through her system. She grasped at her bonds with clenched hands, hoping that would help. It didn‟t. “Blaise,” she groaned. Wriggling against his mouth, she tried to get some friction. It didn‟t help. He kept pulling away as soon as she got too close. Ice and fire, momentary satisfaction and then nothing. “Let me take care of you.” He licked her labia slowly, dragging his tongue over the sensitive flesh before flicking her clit with a few quick swipes. She felt the tip of his finger probing her dripping entrance before he pushed it in. First one and then two fingers were pumped in and out, dragging out each push and pull. Her thoughts spiraled out of control. He finger-fucked her as he licked and teased her sex and clit. She let him take the lead, guiding her body closer and closer to orgasm. Her climax hung just out of reach. His name came out on gasps and whimpers as she struggled to come. Blaise removed his fingers and glided them down to her anus, swirling just the tips against the rosette before returning back to her vagina. He kissed his way up her body, leaving her

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clit aching and her orgasm twisted in a tight coil ready to spring. She moaned when he took one tight, aching nipple between his teeth and tugged before sucking it into his mouth. His fingers slowed as he rolled the tip in his mouth. He released her nipple with a pop and kissed his way over to her other breast. He gave the turgid peak the same attention before blazing across her chest, up her neck and along her jaw. “So beautiful. I could only imagine before,” he whispered along her jaw. “And now I have the real thing.” He withdrew his fingers and slipped them into his mouth, lapping up her cream before kissing her. Casey could taste the saltiness of her juices on his lips. He pulled back, eyes glowing in the dark. “Blaise, please.” The words came out low and husky. The fire within burned hotter. She could feel herself near true bliss. Blaise chuckled. “Not even close to being done. You‟re still not giving in to me.” She wished she could see him. How could he say that? She‟d stopped struggling and protesting. It didn‟t make sense. “You‟re not letting me take care of you,” he murmured in her ear. His humid breath tickled the lobe. “How can you say that? I‟m not fighting you.” Casey hoped he would make sense of things. “No, you‟re not. But that doesn‟t mean that you trust me to give you what you need. No begging. Allow me to guide you there and enjoy your journey to orgasm.” The bed shook as he climbed off of it. He wasn‟t gone long this time. Blaise returned to her within seconds. “No thinking. Just feel.” She giggled as a whisper-soft touch trailed along one side of her body and then down the other. He tickled her stomach with the feather and used it to swirl around her navel before running it up and around her breasts. The delightful feeling turned to desire as heat flared through her body. The brushes of the feather teased her nipples, sending electric arcs straight to her clit. Instead of pushing him to do anything, Casey lay there, accepting what he was doing to her. The sensations built with his

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ministrations. The soft swipes and broad brush strokes gentled to a whisper against her skin, which added to her experience. The desire multiplied. The tight coil inside her loosened but the loops continued to grow. When he played the feather over her clit, she came on a gentle wave. Lying back panting, she marveled at the experience. She‟d never come like that before. It felt as if she were on a soft cloud, just floating in the air. “Rest. We‟ll start again soon enough.” He kissed her lips as she continued to relax on the bed. For the first time in her life she looked forward to more sex. Normally, Casey was all for scratching the itch and that was it. There was a new dimension to it now. A side she‟d never known existed. It intrigued her. She wanted to know more, see what else she might like when it came to sex. “How do you feel? Good?” Blaise picked up her foot and began to massage it with hard presses and circular motions. She sighed and allowed him to take care of her despite still being blindfolded and tied to the bed. “Very good,” she purred, her voice slightly slurred as the warmth of touch spread up her leg. Her muscles relaxed and tension drifted away. “Wonderful. Do you see why I wanted you to let me take care of you, to allow me to take the lead?” The question didn‟t bother her in the least. “I could get used to this,” she teased, “if you behave and don‟t kidnap me again.” Even though she didn‟t mind this type of kidnapping, if he did it again she would protest. In fact, Casey had ideas of kidnapping him herself. She had a few tricks up her sleeve. Grinning, she refocused on his ministrations while plotting what she would do to him to pay him back for all he‟d done. She would definitely be using rope and feathers and even a cock ring. Looks like I have to go shopping. Her thoughts stopped as a tingle started between her legs. She gasped as pleasure rolled over her. “Focus on me. Not on getting revenge,” he growled. She didn‟t even have time or the ability to ask him how he knew her thoughts, just that he was giving her pleasure again. His touch moved up her leg, spreading

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warmth and relaxation as it went. She‟d never felt this good, not even after getting a massage at the compound after a heavy workout. Casey melted into the bed as Blaise took care of her. Pleasure replaced tension. She was weightless once again. Thoughts dissolved. The only thing tethering her to this world or dimension was his touch. He worked over one leg and then the other. His hands glided up her sides, coasting over the curves of her ribs and stopping at the undersides of her breasts. Heat from his body pressed down on her as his scent became her air. When he withdrew his hands, she came crashing down to earth, flung back into her body. The blindfold was torn off. A gasp was torn from her mouth as her eyes fluttered open. The soft candlelight blinded her for a moment before she readjusted to where she was. Blaise‟s smiling face hovered over hers. “Welcome back,” he chuckled. A flush flooded her cheeks and down her neck, burning the tips of her ears. “Did I…” She wasn‟t sure what she was asking. All she knew was that the massage was over. “Nope, you didn‟t fall asleep. Turn over onto your stomach. I‟m not done yet.” A wicked glint was in his eyes, and she felt arousal blooming once again. “Good. If you could… um…” Heat flooded her cheeks at what she dared to ask. “Ask me. That‟s another thing we have to work on. You have to ask me for what you want, too.” He backed away and out of sight. “Could you…” She paused and licked her lips. “Could you make me come again?” It wasn‟t what she wanted to ask, but it was close. She yelped when he smacked her side. Grumbling, Casey rolled over onto her stomach and settled down. “That‟s not what you wanted to ask me. Try again.” He began to work her shoulders, undoing the knots of tension she refused to let go of even during down time. “I want you to touch my pussy.” There, she‟d said it. Nibbling her lip, she waited for him to turn her down. She wasn‟t in charge and knew it, but he‟d wanted her to ask.

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“Good.” Blaise purred the word, the sound coming from his chest and extending down his arms, vibrating through his hands to make her melt once again. She sighed and closed her eyes. “I really could get used to this.” “That‟s my intention. After every mission, during down time, you‟re mine. All mine.” The words were possessive, filling a space in her she hadn‟t known was there. A place of her own, someone to come home to. The idea brought tears to her eyes. She sniffled and buried her face in the blanket. “Why are you crying, Casey Mae? Did my words touch you?” He didn‟t insist. It was just a question. No demands whatsoever in his tone. She sniffled. “My life wasn‟t always easy, and I‟m not complaining. I love the compound and am grateful to be there. I‟m thankful to be away from the trainers and all that. I‟ve just never… I have a room but it‟s just a room. I have friends, but I can‟t bring myself to tell them things, let them in, and yet you…” Casey wasn‟t sure what she was saying. Blaise couldn‟t be a friend. She‟d never thought of him like that in the least. “I put you in my list of allies. I compartmentalize things so they‟re easier, safer. I just don‟t know where to put you now. Intimate? Boyfriend? What‟s the word here? What do I call you? If… if… I want to continue this?” She wasn‟t sure where her thoughts were. The words were tumbling out of her mouth without being checked. “It‟s up to you whether you want to come back to me or not. As for what we call this, what you call me? You think up a name. Nothing too cutesy, please. I don‟t respond well to honey bear or snookums or booboo,” he said dryly. She burst out laughing. The sound shook her body and lifted her spirits. Such a simple thing, but she was in awe he could make her laugh. Blaise could do more than make her laugh. He could make her come, and he could make her so hot and horny she couldn‟t think straight. He‟d strode into her world and was making her think about things beyond just work. She found she liked that and said so.

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“And I like that I can make you feel that way. In fact, I love it. Not regretting that I kidnapped you, right?” The question hung between them. She felt his touch become lighter, the pressure less weighted. Casey didn‟t have to think about it. “Not in the least. And if you don‟t continue this massage, I won‟t tell what I was thinking of doing to pay you back for this.” Seconds ticked by before he laughed, a deep, rich, wonderful sound she wanted to hear again and again and again. She knew she‟d never get tired of hearing it. Snuggled down into the mattress, she settled in and let him take care of her. He worked out the tension and kinks in her back. His fingers glided along her spine to settle at the dip at the base before he took each globe of her ass in his hands and kneaded them. She moaned. The slow, simmering arousal flared to life in a small flame that grew. He parted the globes, and she held her breath waiting to see what he would do, yearning for his touch on that puckered rosebud. Blaise didn‟t disappoint, teasing her back entrance with small swipes before his hands moved down to take hold of her thighs and spread them open, exposing her sex. “And now you get your wish.” Casey waited, praying, hoping, pleading that he would come to her, give her what she needed. It felt like forever before she felt the flared head of his cock at her entrance. Squeezing her muscles, she tried to draw him in. His chuckle sent frustration screaming through her. The emotion poured out of her mouth as she held onto the bindings. “Damn you,” she hissed. Blaise pushed forward, pulling a gasp from her. Shock and relief collided as pleasure rolled over her. A small orgasm took her by surprise. Warmth rippled over her skin as her body bowed in delight at being given what she wanted. Power surged through her. She felt the call of her Hellhound. Fire engulfed her body, combining with the pleasure. Sparks rippled down her spine as strength filled her muscles and tendons. She didn‟t transform but her abilities came back as her beast howled within. Energy snaked down her arms right down to her fingers.

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With a tug, Casey ripped at the bindings, freeing herself from bondage. She pulled away, rolled onto her back, wrapped her arms around his neck and took his lips with hers. She devoured his mouth with hungry kisses as her nails clawed at his shoulders and arms. Gasps and whimpers were muffled by his response as he nibbled at her lips. He pushed into her, stretching her pussy and filling her completely as he withdrew and slammed into her again. Her body felt alive as her Hellhound powers returned. She felt his abilities slithering along her skin as he lost control. The full blast of his sex demon energy filled her up with each thrust of his hips. She tore her mouth from his, crying out as she came again and again. Orgasms large and small rocked her body, lighting up her nerve endings and burning her alive. She was losing herself in him and in the moment.

Chapter Three Blaise was slowly being engulfed. Her power washed through him like a tidal wave, taking him down, making him forget what it was to be his own person. Instead, he was inside of her, a part of her. They were one. It overwhelmed and awed him. He continued to push inside her. He couldn‟t get enough of her heat, her kisses, the feel of her nipples scraping against his chest or her nails digging into his flesh. Blood slipped down his back in lava-hot fingers, enhancing the experience. He was lost in her and never wanted to be found again. Never in his long life had he expected this or even dreamed anything like it was possible. “Casey Mae.” He breathed out her name, his voice torn, raspy and broken at the edges. He could barely think past the need: thrust, kiss, touch, breathe, and repeat. Over and over again he drove into her, trying to get deeper, go farther. Blaise didn‟t just need to be one with her, he needed to mark her, brand her as his own. At that thought his body flamed to life. Fire rippled along his skin, jumping onto her. The world was bathed in hues of red, orange and gold. Their individual fires burned together, creating a rainbow of flame. Both of them were engulfed in one huge blaze. He felt the finger of electricity tracing its way down his spine. The energy hummed in his balls and slid right down to his toes while rolling around his head. His heart pumped faster, pounding against his ribcage in the desperate beat of a mad drummer. His cock swelled, and his balls pulled closer to his body. He threw back his head and let out a howl as he came, pouring his seed inside her, marking her as his. Panting, Blaise placed kisses all over her face, neck and chest before rolling off her. The world shifted in focus as the fires died down. His thoughts became clear, and he could see everything for what it was. Floating on a cloud of bliss, he reflected on what had just happened. She‟d given in, asked for what she wanted, and trusted him.

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Small victories. It was more than he could have asked for when he‟d started planning this little abduction. He‟d thought the process would start out small with some sex and sharing, and then she‟d come back to him. Things would build, and then they‟d be together in a relationship. It had been an ideal picture. Now he didn‟t know where they would go after this. His plans were in cinders, but he still knew one thing -- he wanted to be with her and would fight for her if necessary. “What are you thinking?” Her voice was small, rough and surprisingly shy. He chuckled at the one question most men hated, and yet in this circumstance it was appropriate. Casey Mae was learning to ask for what she wanted, learning to find her voice and say what was on her mind. He rolled up onto his side, reached over and tucked a strand of wavy hair behind her ear. She shivered and he smiled. He could feel an echo of that small gesture inside him. Licking his lips, he tried to put voice to his thoughts. “I‟m not really sure. I know I want this to continue. I want you to be with me and to give what we‟ve found a chance.” Nothing. Her silence left him feeling uneasy. What if she doesn’t want this? What if she got to scratch her itch and now she’s done? The worry disturbed him. He didn‟t like the idea she might want to leave him after this and not even look back. Looking away from her, he tried to steel himself for rejection even though he knew he‟d go right back to trying to convince her that she should let him in. The muffled ringing somewhere in his suite told him it was midnight. He tensed, wondering if she‟d turn into a pumpkin -- or worse, he would. Watching her carefully, he saw emotions and thoughts drift across her face. She looked so relaxed and open, vulnerable. It awed and humbled him to see her like this. Casey Mae was the most guarded person he‟d ever met. His heart filled with warmth. He reached out, traced the line of her cheek and ran his fingertip along her bottom lip. She didn‟t flinch away. Instead, much to his happiness, she moved into his touch.

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“To be honest, I‟m not sure. Everything has changed. I never thought I could have something like this, or even that sex could be like this.” Again that small, shy tone. Her words left him uneasy. “Just what is this?” Blaise continued to trace her features, running a finger along the crest of her nose, the bump at the end, and from there along the other cheek up to her brows. Staring into her dark brown eyes, he could see the walls had come down inside of her. Emotions swirled in the coffee-colored depths. He could see a flare of red in there. Her Hellhound was awake and ready to play. He assumed what the beast would do was up to it. “How does your Hellhound feel about all this?” He prayed the animal was happy about it. “She‟s been wanting it for a while. It‟s why she let this all happen and allowed the drug to have any effect at all.” Casey rolled up onto her side and mimicked what he was doing, tracing his facial features. Her touch sent ripples of arousal and swirled the embers of the fire that had been ignited by their coming together. “You‟re so beautiful. I never… I never… I wanted you the first time I saw you. Always on my mind. Well, never far from it. I couldn‟t stay here, and yet you‟re the only one in this part of the town who caters to paranormals.” She gave a little laugh. Sighing, she snuggled up closer to him. Her body heat seared him, and yet he couldn‟t keep away from her, moving just a few inches toward her just to be near her. “You were the safe option, a sex demon.” Casey shook her head. “And yet there was more to it. You kept people safe, stopped fights from happening, kept the peace. Remarkable. But in the end it was your eyes. Those haunting, green eyes flecked with gold. The way you looked at me, not as a Hellhound or bounty hunter, but as a woman. It was unsettling and intoxicating all at the same time.” Her fingers traced along the seam of his mouth. He parted his lips and nipped at her fingertip. She giggled. The sound was the lightest, most joyous music he‟d ever heard. He grinned, wanting to hear more of it. It became part of his mission in life to make her laugh, to light up her face and make her eyes sparkle like they were now.

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“Such a beautiful sound. I want you to laugh more, and I want to be the one to make it happen. Goddess, you‟re beautiful.” He caressed her cheek and leaned in, giving her a gentle kiss before pulling back to watch her reaction. Casey Mae didn‟t disappoint him in the least. Her smile grew wider, her body relaxed a bit more, and she moved closer to him, sliding one leg along the side of his. Her touch increased the fire inside. “I want to laugh more. I want to try new things. I want to explore what this is.” She brushed up against him, sending his thoughts into a spiral before they scattered. “And what is this?” Blaise let out a gasp as she slid down his body, brushing her nipples against his chest and down his abdomen. “This is a relationship.” She purred as she kissed and nipped down the center of his chest. She stopped. “That is, if you want it to be.” He threaded his fingers in her hair and held her against his body. “Yes, that‟s what I want. Now, what do you have in mind?” Blood pooled in his groin. His cock thickened and his body heated. His balls were hard and pulled close to his body. With shock, he realized he was close to coming, and he wasn‟t even inside her. Blaise willed his body down and shoved the arousal away so he could allow himself to enjoy what she was doing. Fire licked along his skin. Sparks burst down his chest and his abdomen, swirled around his navel and trailed down to his groin. The heat eddied around his shaft, lapping at his balls. The experience blew his mind and stole his breath. It became a labor to think, to concentrate. “Just relax, let me take control,” she whispered. Blaise chuckled. Casey was doing to him what he‟d done to her without the bindings. Instead of fighting her, he rolled onto his back and settled down into the mattress, allowing his weight to sink in. Closing his eyes, he savored what she was doing, the small licks and nibbles. Each gesture set off sparks. Any pain melted and meshed into the fabric of the web she was creating, pulling gasps and groans from him. Without her touch, drops of his cum slid down the side of his shaft, painting trails of fire in their wake. He wasn‟t sure how much more he could take. When she

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blew on the thick stalk, he cried out as the first surge of need crashed into him. He gripped the sheets and clenched his jaw, trying to keep from howling in pleasure. Just that small breeze, and he was ready to beg her to take him into her mouth. He kept silent. Trying to keep his composure was becoming even more difficult as she placed shy licks on the underside of his cock. When Casey gave a delicate flick of her tongue to the V at the base of his cockhead, pleasure snaked through him, bringing him closer, yet again, to climax. Sweat beaded his brow and slid down his temples. His body trembled with tension as he waited for her to do something more. She didn‟t disappoint when she took the flared cap of his shaft into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the thick head. His toes curled and his body bowed as she sucked on the sensitive head, lapping the seed from the slit at the top. Zings of pleasure pinged around his body, driving him senseless. Blaise couldn‟t breathe past the pleasure. His brain was muddled. All he knew was her. She continued to suck, flick and lick, throwing in a nibble here and there. So much sensation he was overwhelmed by it all. When her lips slid down the length of his shaft, warmth rolled over him. He felt the flex and compression of her throat around his cock. An orgasm tugged him down before he could stop it. Blaise came on a shout as he spurted jets of cum down her throat. Panting, all he could do was lie there, feeling slightly embarrassed that he‟d lost control. He, a sex demon, the most accomplished of his kind at control, and he‟d come without warning or any chance to outlast her. “Mmm, that was good.” Casey Mae traced a fingertip over his stomach. “Don‟t think that‟s it, sex demon. I‟m not done with you.” Blaise smiled and took that as another chance to prove he could take anything she threw at him. Many times that night he did prove himself right, giving her as much as she gave him until they were both spent. Sleep came on the heels of exhaustion and bliss.

Chapter Four Rain pattered against the windows. The fire gave off a dim glow. The storm had rolled on. Casey Mae lay awake with Blaise lying next to her, breathing slow and even. Her body was sore, but it wasn‟t a pain associated with a night gone wrong. She smiled. Contentment filled every nook and cranny of her. Her pussy ached from Blaise‟s inexhaustible enthusiasm and desire. Her smile grew. He‟d loved every inch of her, showing her his attraction was very real and genuine. She couldn‟t have asked for anything more. Blaise moved against her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. Casey didn‟t fight him. She snuggled against him and sighed. This was far more comfortable than spending another night alone in a hotel room or at the compound. I could get used to this. She stretched and turned into him, reveling in his warmth. Yawning, she shut her eyes and let sleep take her. When she woke up again, the sun was shining, and birds were singing outside the window. The spot next to her was empty. Blaise was nowhere to be found. A lacy purple bra and panties set were folded next to a pair of new jeans and a tank top. She rolled her eyes at his choice of underwear and slipped out from under the sheets. A breakfast tray sat on a table near the fireplace. Plates of bacon, scrambled eggs and French toast waited for her. Her usual fare was oatmeal or maybe a granola bar and then nibbles of something throughout the day. Being a Hellhound gave her a fast metabolism, so food was important. It helped keep up the strength, stamina, and energy needed to maintain human form. It was more than what she usually ate, but she wasn‟t about to turn it down. Her stomach grumbled, agreeing with her. A note next to the platter said, “Sit. Relax. Eat slowly. B.” She laughed. Still giving orders and taking the lead. She didn‟t feel like

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contradicting him. After savoring a warm shower and using his body wash to clean up, she dressed and sat down to eat, not bothering with her socks or shoes. Time crawled by but she didn‟t care. A soft, ringing sound chirped from somewhere. Casey retrieved her cell phone from her bag and answered the call. “Casey, we have an emergency job for you. Come to the compound ASAP.” Before she could reply, the call ended. Blowing out a breath, she centered herself, prepping for an emergency or someone being hurt. She rushed over to her food. Scarfing it down, she put on her socks and shoes while trying not to spill anything on the floor. Once she was done, she grabbed her bag and rushed out of Blaise‟s room. He wasn‟t anywhere to be found, and she didn‟t have time to write him a note. I hope he knows I’ll come back. She rushed to her car and got in, feeling as if she was leaving something behind.

*** Blaise watched her go. Satisfaction purred through him. She’ll be back, and this time she’ll be the one coming to me. The days went by quickly, and his nights were filled with dreams of Casey. As the time went on, he became worried about her. After eight days, he was climbing the walls and ready to use all his influence to get into the compound and find her. Thoughts of Casey being injured or captured haunted his thoughts. He shoved his wallet into his back pocket and gave instructions to his staff while he got ready to face the wrath of the compound for being an uninvited guest. Come hell or high water, he was going to see Casey regardless of the consequences. “You‟re leaving? And here I was about ready to check in.” Casey‟s voice floated over the noise of other customers checking in and his staff asking him questions. Everything else faded away as he looked up and took in his woman. She was wearing her hair up in a ponytail. Her lips were glossy. She wore jeans, a button-up top and boots. Casey looked softer, more feminine. He wasn‟t sure how to take this new woman. Had their encounter changed her into something he wouldn‟t like or recognize?

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“Shocked you, have I?” She wove through the crowd and slipped a finger under his chin, closing his opened mouth. “Come along. We have to talk.” She grabbed his shirt and led him off. As soon as they were in a hallway, she stopped and looked around. “You don‟t have a clue where you‟re going, do you?” He was amused by her take-charge attitude. He was also irritated she could come into his space and act like she could take the lead without a single call or email or even a text message letting him know she was okay. He jerked away, moving to the other side of the hallway to look her over. “No call or anything? Wait. Don‟t tell me you couldn‟t, because that‟s bullshit. I should have been told if you were hurt or something. Did you hope with your glossy lips and softer look that I‟d be distracted?” He narrowed his gaze at her. “I‟ve seen it, now get out.” He wasn‟t going to let her think she had the upper hand. “I came all this way, and this is how you treat me?” She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “No call, no email or text messages, so yes.” He knew he was being stubborn but he wanted her off her game. Blaise wanted her to feel unsure of their relationship. A dark look appeared on her face. “I should have known. Now that you‟ve had a taste, you‟re done with me. Sex demons. Never get involved. I guess I should just be thankful you even looked at me, right? Be grateful and all that bullshit? Well, I‟ll tell you something, Blaise. You‟re not all that.” She turned on her heel and headed toward the lobby. He reached out and grabbed her, pulled her to him and slammed her against the wall. She glared at him. Anger flashed in her eyes. Without warning, she tried to punch him. He caught her fist easily and pushed her wrist down to her side and pinned it to the wall with his grip. She tried with her other hand, and he repeated his action before pressing against her to keep her from moving. He brought his face close. “Think you have any idea what goes on in my mind? You‟re wrong.” He kissed her, hard. Smashed his lips against hers in a possessive kiss.

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Blaise wanted to remind her who was in charge, who had pursued whom, and who would be calling the shots. She bit his bottom lip. He took that as a love tap and kissed her harder. She struggled against him. He only nibbled her lips and rolled his hips against hers. Blaise ground his erection against her mound, showing her just how turned on he was by her. He planted a trail of bites and kisses down her neck. She whimpered and struggled underneath him but didn‟t protest. “I‟m wrong? No, sweet, you‟re wrong. Why do you get to be angry by my telling you to leave, and I don‟t get to be angry that you haven‟t communicated with me since you left? Or do you think that you can just come and go, and I‟ll sit here like a puppy, waiting for your return? I‟m not a fucking puppy, sweet. I‟m a man who worries about you, cares about you.” He released her wrists and took hold of her blouse and ripped it open. “You owe me a new --” Her words were cut off on a groan. He took one turgid nipple, showing through her lacy purple bra, between his teeth and tugged. Blaise sucked on the tip through the cloth, pulling another groan from her. He released the peak, took hold of the bra and ripped it open, revealing her breasts. “Blaise, someone could come by. Blaise!” She yanked on his hair, but he was lost to the scent of her skin and her perfume and the arousal wafting between them. He could smell her desire; it only proved to inflame his need to become one with her, to sink into her tight, wet heat, and fuck her until they were both unable to move. “Blaise, take me to your bedroom.” Impatient, he snapped his fingers and teleported them to his suite of rooms in the hotel. They struggled in a violent jerk and tug of hands and legs out of clothing while trying to kiss and nip at each other‟s lips. Once they were both naked, Blaise picked her up and carried her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her damp pussy against his stiff cock. They both moaned and pulled away from the kiss. She nipped and sucked her way down his neck. “I did miss you, Blaise,” she murmured against his skin. “But they needed me to fill in on an influx of cases. I didn‟t have time to breathe, much less think to call you.”

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He slipped a finger under her chin and tilted it up. “If you don‟t call me, I‟ll call you. How‟s that?” “Fine.” She grinned, and he laid her down on the bed. “And if you don‟t answer, I‟ll come find you, or I‟ll destroy the compound to find you.” He smothered any words with a kiss. Climbing on the mattress, he covered her body with his. Not wasting any time, he positioned himself at her entrance and, with one thrust, sank into her tight, wet sheath. The fires began immediately consuming him, licking through his body inside and out until they were both surrounded. He pulled out and pushed forward. She rocked against him. Her nails clawed his back as she squeezed her inner muscles. Electricity wove around his spine, energizing him. Sensation lit every nerve ending. She nipped his earlobe, sending a shock of pain and pleasure through him. “Come for me, Blaise. We have all night.” Her vagina clenched tightly around his cock several times in quick succession. Blaise couldn‟t hold back, not with what she was doing. With a growl, he pumped his hips faster, slamming into her pussy, going as deep as he could before coming on a yell. She followed him into climax, crying out his name. He rolled off of her, trying to calm his breath and clear his thoughts. Casey Mae wrapped her damp body around his. “Did I mention I have all this week off? How do you feel about staying in bed and only getting out when we have to eat and shower?” She kissed his shoulder and fell silent. He grinned and looked at her. “I love that idea. And this time you can tie me to the bed.”

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