Her boldness surprised her as much as it clearly did him.Good.On paper, he had the upper hand right now, being a demon and all. Not to mention the lust he incited within her throwing her off-kilter. He could use a bit of a curveball, too.
Silently, he crossed the room, unhindered by the bed in his way. As he walked-slash-floated toward her, he grew in height until he towered over her, his darkness cloaking her vision in shade.
“I am a mahr. I am the sole reason for the human termnightmare.”
“Why were you on top of me?”
He cocked a dark brow and a slow, predatory grin graced his lips, revealing a fanged tooth. “You smelled good.”
“So you gave me nightmares?” She crossed her arms defiantly. “That seems unfair.”
His sultry expression curdled. “I don’t play by your human rules. I could have done much worse. By the taste of you, I know you’re riddled with terrors.” His looming form receded and she could practically see him wrestling to regain his aloof persona. “Perhaps I should have let the hag take you as its host. They like the broken ones the best.”
Addison pushed away the sting of his words and focused on her goal. Whether he’d meant to or not, he’d just revealed vital information.
“Then you were behind the boring nightmares.” An idea blossomed. “Could you give me good dreams?”
“I was.” His calm and collected stoicism was back in full force. He leaned against the washing machine, though she figured it was all an act since she’d just witnessed him walking through the bed like it wasn’t even there. “But I will not make the same mistakes of my past. You are in no place to make demands, mortal.”
Something about the way he called hermortalsent liquid heat through her core again, but she persisted. She stood straight and rolled her shoulders back to face him head-on.
“What do you want to borrow? I’m sure we can make a deal.”
“No.” His voice boomed like a sudden clap of thunder. The shadowy tips of his form raced outward in a burst of harsh black, then softened back into the wispy demonic body. “I will be trapped by no mortal.”
Addison rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to trap you, dude. I just want a good night’s sleep. I haven’t slept very well since…Well, I’m not great at sleeping alone.”
The mahr bored into her with his consuming stare. Long moments of silence stretched between them while his expression gave no indication of his thoughts. Her heart began to race in anticipation. She was about to press him for an answer when he straightened his stance and pinned her with another suggestive grin.
“One night. One dream.”
“Thank you!” She almost leaped into his arms but caught herself, which seemed to amuse him.
“Don’t thank me yet,” he said and pressed his tongue to the tip of his sharp tooth. He glanced between her thighs again.
“Right. What do you want to borrow?”
His gaze lingered on her sex. When he lifted his eyes to meet hers, they were heavily lidded with blatantly wanton thoughts.
“The fabric that was between your legs last night.”
Addison’s brows threatened to fly from her forehead even as another surge of liquid heat flew to her cunt. The mahr watched her reaction with satisfaction written in every wisp and flicker of his being. He leaned forward and exaggeratedly dragged in a deep breath, his eyelids fluttering in a way that had nothing to do with his unusual form.
“You want mypanties?”
His grin deepened. He knew he’d thrown her off balance.
It doesn’t change anything. So he wants me, too. Maybe I can use that to my advantage.She didn’t have to pretend as she settled into the decision. She licked her lips, watching as his heady gaze tracked her every movement. Summoning every ounce of fierce sexuality she could muster, she sauntered to the washer and leaned over the rim, letting her ass stick in the air a little higher and a little longer than necessary. She could feel him studying her body and wondered what filthy thoughts were going through his mind, wondered if they matched the fantasies weaving through her own.
She didn’t even know if he was able to touch her, to truly touch her, let alone fill her. Surely if he were fantasizing about doing that, it meant he had his ways, right?
“Here. Keep them.”
The mahr accepted her offering and brought the damp red cloth to his face, promptly dragging in a deep breath. Her clit pulsed with deep-rooted need and then a surge of wetness flooded her as he slipped out his tongue and licked the fabric. His previously undefined edges gorged with power, every inch of him appearing solid.
Her jaw dropped as she took in this version of him. At least eight feet tall, with broad shoulders covered in fur and an abdomen wired with muscle, he was certainly strong enough to rip her in half without even having to use his fangs. She instinctively glanced down—though it was more like eye level now—and was rewarded with the glorious sight of his thick cock. Even only half-erect, he was way larger than anything she’d taken before. A frisson of fear chased by delight rose from her core and skittered up her spine.
“Oh, god,” she breathed.
