Clothing Optional

White Hot Christmas: Clothing Optional Cynthia Sax

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White Hot Christmas: Clothing Optional

Cynthia Sax

’Tis the season for running naked.

Every Christmas, an ancient demon stalks and murders fairies. Until this killer is apprehended, each fairy is assigned a demon protector. Otho volunteers to protect Prism, the most uptight fairy on the face of the planet.

Or so he thinks…

When Otho arrives at Prism’s house three hours early and spots his blue-haired fairy streaking down the street completely nude, he realizes his perfect fairy is only perfect for him.

Unfortunately, he is not the only demon with eyes on her bare buttocks.

Chapter One

Otho twisted his wrist to glance at his watch. It was three a.m., and the demon council clearly stated that the fairy protection shifts didn’t start until six a.m. on the twenty-fourth. If he showed up at her door three hours early, Prism would ask why, and then he’d have to admit he’d been counting down the days to seeing her again. She’d raise those thin eyebrows. He’d feel like a jackass. So Otho stayed outside in the freezing cold, leaning against his winter-inappropriate 1957 Corvette convertible, sipping hot black coffee, contemplating his attraction to the most uptight fairy on the planet. She was a librarian, for fuck’s sake, and around him, her lips were constantly pursed with disapproval. God, they were soft lips though. He could imagine them pursed around his -The door opened, and Otho ducked behind the car. A beautiful face peeked out, looking from side to side, her dark blue hair pulled back in a ponytail. He watched her with lust and keen interest. What the fuck was she doing? Prism stepped outside. She was wearing that white terrycloth robe he’d often seen hanging on the coat rack by her front door. On her feet were gleaming white sneakers, with matching socks folded neatly down to her ankles. She took another look about her and nodded to herself as if mentally confirming a fact she already knew. Prism then turned around until she faced the open door, removed her robe, tossed it inside, and closed the door. Otho’s mouth dropped. His eyes widened. His entire being stilled. She was gloriously, wonderfully, buck-ass naked. Sure, she’d been naked with him before, when they fucked last Christmas, after imbibing one too many glasses of spiked eggnog, but that had been a fast and furious fuck in the dark, under layers of concealing cotton sheets. He hadn’t had a good look at her body. He did now. Her breasts were small and firm, tipped with indigo nipples that tightened to mouthwatering peaks as they came into contact with the cold air. Her stomach was flat and indented with muscles he never thought he’d find attractive on a female. Her hips were shapely, with a triangle of closely cropped blue curls nestled between them. And those legs… He licked his lips. Those legs should be classified as a weapon. Normally concealed under loose black trousers or ankle-length skirts, they were long and lean and perfectly designed for wrapping around a demon’s thick torso. His cock showed his appreciation for her fit physique, pressing painfully against the zipper of his dress pants. Smoke curled out from his flared nostrils. He stepped toward her. And then she was gone, running along the street in a flash of blue. Every demonic cell in his massive body screamed to follow, to chase her, hunt her, claim her as his. “Fuck, yeah.” His brain agreed with that plan. Otho plunked the cup down on his car’s newly waxed hood, coffee splattering on the impeccable paint job, and he hauled ass after her. She’d lost her mind, she must have, and he should have stopped her within minutes because his prim and proper fairy would be mortified when she finally came to her senses. She was such a good being.

And he was so not, which was why Otho ran behind his pint-sized streaker, keeping one eye on any possible threats and the other eye on her bouncing bare buttocks. She ran with confidence and strength. Her shoulders were thrust back, her spine was straight and proud, and her stride was even. Fuck. He wanted her, the thrill of the chase escalating his desire. Otho shifted into demon form as he ran, his already large form growing in size, his horns curling up from his forehead, a long tail protruding from his ass. His clothing shredded until he was naked, his feet bare, his soles melting the snow with every step. The cold winter wind bit into his skin, and he sucked in his breath, inhaling crisp air and Prism’s intoxicating fragrance, a mixture of berries and hot, sweaty female. He veered when she veered, shadowing her small body, allowing her scent and heat to sensuously flow over him. They hurtled down the snow-covered sidewalk in tandem, dodging the few pedestrians awake at three a.m., moving too quickly for the humans to track. Only the paranormals turned their heads to stare, their expressions ranging from prudish outrage to hungry leers. The hot body they were leering at belonged to his girl, and that knowledge made Otho even harder, his massive cock bobbing with each stride. He waited until she turned off into a quiet, secluded street to make his move, swiftly closing the gap between them. Prism looked over her shoulder. Her eyes widened with fear and awareness, and she burst into a hasty sprint, her arms pumping, wings unfurling from her back. Otho roared with the heady invigoration of the hunt. His prey would not escape him. He retracted his claws and leaped as her feet left the concrete. They collided, his chest slamming against her back. He folded his giant hands over her shoulders, securing her. Her wings beat frantically, and for one glorious moment, they were airborne. Then his weight grounded her, and she pitched forward. He rolled with her, protecting her soft skin from the harsh, cold surface of the sidewalk, shifting back to human form so as to not crush her smaller form. They came to a stop in a tangle of naked limbs, his body on top of hers, pinning her to the ground. He stared down into her beautiful face, his chest heaving, his cock lodged between her silky smooth thighs. She panted, her lips parted, her taut nipples brushing against his skin with every breath. “Otho.” Her blue eyes were framed with fluttering navy eyelashes. “I can explain.” “Later.” He covered her mouth with his, tasting tart raspberries mixed with scintillating fear and overriding desire. Capturing her full bottom lip between his teeth, he pulled, sucked, devoured her flesh, kissing her the way he’d always wanted to kiss her, with full demon desire, not in the fairy-light way he thought she wanted to be touched. He jabbed his tongue into her open mouth, piercing her moist heat with sharp stabs, and she obediently tilted up to him, submitting to his domination. Velvety smooth palms slid up his forearms, over his biceps, resting on his shoulders, her fingers spread on his muscles as though declaring her ownership. She did own him. As he greedily fed on her mouth, his hips moved of their own volition, his cockhead rubbing between her thighs, searching for her heat. She spread her legs, cradling his hips, and his tip connected with warm, moist flesh. God, she was wet, wetter than a female had any right being. He broke their kiss to grin down at her. “You’re one kinky fairy, Prism.” Her cheeks flushed a dark indigo, and her gaze dropped to his chest. “I…” Her lips trembled. “I love it.” Otho swallowed her trepidations, pushing into her mouth with his tongue, and

into her welcoming pussy with his hard cock. While buried deep inside her, he kissed down her neck, following her pulsing jugular, down, down, over her collarbone, brushing his lips against the swell of her right breast. “Otho.” She arched, offering up her firm, sky blue curves to him, and he gladly accepted her gift, latching his mouth over her nipple, sucking on her tit. “Yes.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him in place. “This is how I want it, hard, punishing, demonic.” He suckled until her flesh was red, and raw, and her pussy juices gushed around his rigid shaft. “God, Prism.” He dragged his lips across her skin to her left breast. “All these years, and we could have been doing this.” He nibbled over her nipple before drawing the tight peak into his mouth. “Bad… so bad…” She panted, writhing under him. “I do have it so bad,” he agreed, drawing his hips back, his cockhead sliding along her pussy walls. “So I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” He drove into her, thrusting up to his base, his balls bouncing against her ass, and she gasped. “And then I’ll fuck you some more.” He rode her deep and hard, releasing all his harsh, primitive desires onto her willing, suppliant form, free finally to reveal his darkness, his edge, his unyielding passions. “You’ll never be free of me.” Steam rose from the concrete as the snow around them evaporated, melted by his rising demon heat. He thrust into his fairy again and again, gazing upon Prism’s beautiful face while he ravished her. Dewdrops glistened on her skin, hanging off her long eyelashes, blue wisps of hair stuck to her cheeks. “More, more, more.” Fingernails raked his back. Sneakers dug into his ass, the rubber pressing on his spine, driving him to heights he’d never before climbed. He struggled, he fought for her satisfaction, determined to give her what she wanted, what she needed. Her pussy tightened around him, and his balls drew up, hugging his base. “Fuck, Prism. Fuck.” He grunted. “Otho.” She moaned, clutching him to her. “More. Harder. Need more.” She was so fuckin’ wild. Otho rammed into her with all his demon strength, driving her ass into the concrete, and she bit his shoulder as she came, her teeth breaking flesh, the pain puncturing his control. He roared, propelling his hips forward, filling her with his hot cum. “Fuck.” Otho shuddered, his climax sweeping over him in waves. His arms shook, threatening to collapse, so he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Fuck.” He held her close, her cheek resting on his chest, her breath caressing his pecs, and he stared up at clouds heavy with snow. His oh-so-proper fairy had become the clothing-free lover of his dreams. “What the fuck was that?” He rested his chin on the top of her blue hair. He felt her swallow, her throat moving against his skin. Silence stretched. Otho’s worries grew. “Prism?” Was she having regrets about this, them, him? He raised his head to read her expression. She turned her face away from him. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Her words held quiet dignity. Otho frowned. “You said you were going to explain.” “There’s nothing to explain.” She stared into the snowbank, her cute little jaw jutted outward. “Because nothing happened.” Otho stared at her. “Nothing --” He stopped talking, and she opened her mouth. “Shhh…” He laid his index finger over her lips. “Someone’s coming.” The crunch of snow grew louder, the tread heavy like that of a giant or a demon, a fairy-killing demon.

“Fuck.” He’d forgotten about the dangers and had put his female at risk. Self-directed rage surged through Otho as he slipped his body out from under hers and rose to his feet. He had to be more cautious. “Come, Prism.” He swung his bewildered fairy into his arms. She weighed nothing and fit against him perfectly, a part of his body he couldn’t live without. “We’ll talk about this later, and we will talk, I promise you, but not now. You’re not safe here.”

Chapter Two

Prism buried her face into Otho’s neck, pressing her breasts against his chest, her ass covered with his large hands. It hadn’t happened, the spontaneous last-minute streaking, the hot, steamy sex in the snow, none of it. It had all been a dream. She sniffed, inhaling the scent of sulfur, sex, and male. Angry male. Otho stomped up the steps to the front door of her duplex and swung open the front door. “Fuck, it would be unlocked,” he rumbled. “What you’re doing is dangerous, fairy.” He slid her down his big, broad physique until her running shoes touched the floor. “Anyone could have followed you. Anyone could be waiting inside.” “Nothing happened.” She snatched the robe from the coat rack, and his handsome countenance darkened even more, his gaze fixed on the offending prongs of wood. “I didn’t do anything.” She wrapped the terry cloth around her and then pulled the tie tight, concealing everything that should be concealed. “And how often do you not do anything?” She delayed her answer, making a show of untying her running shoes. They were wet and smudged with disgusting black marks. “Once or twice.” A week, she silently amended. That would have to stop. She was trying to stop. “I don’t want you doing it again,” Otho ordered, his hands on his hips. He was magnificently naked, in human form, his toned stomach rippling with ridges, his cock flaccid and limp yet still impressively large, dangling down from brown pubic hair. “I won’t.” She knew she shouldn’t streak. She slipped her shoes off, arching her feet. Running naked was wrong, disgraceful, bad. But the sensation of cold air flowing over her skin… There was nothing quite like it. She closed her eyes, recalling the experience, the way she ran uninhibited by clothing, the startled glances of passersby, the feeling of pure rebellion. “It’s dangerous,” Otho repeated, locking the front door with a loud click. “I know.” The danger of being found out was foolishly high, and she had been found out. By him. Prism’s cheeks heated. That hadn’t happened. She had to pretend that hadn’t happened. She couldn’t handle it, this, him, otherwise. He pivoted on his bare heels to face her. “Look at how easily I caught you.” His eyes glowed red. “Yes.” Her breath hitched. The chase had been exciting. “No matter how you tried to shake me, I pursued you.” He stepped closer, waves of heat rolling off his body. “It’s dangerous, Prism.” He rubbed her arms. “I’m dangerous.” His cock twitched against her thigh. “If it had been any other demon…” His mouth flattened into a grim white line. “When you do this again --” “I won’t,” she swore. She’d contain her wild urges. She would. “You’ll do it with me,” he finished. She stared at him, stunned, unable to believe her ears. “You run. I’ll chase.” He breathed deeply, his cock hardening, pushing into her stomach, his grip on her arms tightening. “And when I catch you…” “You’ll force me to do bad things,” she whispered, placing her hands tentatively on his chest, his skin scorching her very soul.

“Force you?” His body stiffened. He was so stiff and hard, all over. “Yes.” She studied the hollow at the base of his neck. “You’ll force me to do naughty, wanton things, carnal acts no respectable fairy would ever want.” His heartbeat jumped under her palms, and she lifted her gaze to meet his. “And I’ll have no choice but to do them because I’ll be your captive, your slave.” She licked her lips. His gaze tracked the movement. “What sort of naughty things?” Otho stepped forward, closer still, bumping into her with his big body, forcing her to back away. “Decadent things.” Prism couldn’t think with him so close, so she fled, moving toward the bright lights of the heavily decorated Christmas tree standing in the middle of her living room. “Like what.” He followed her, his face set with determination, his hands clenched into fists. “What will I force you to do?” “I…” Images flashed through her mind of what she wanted to happen, but she couldn’t communicate that. He’d be shocked, dismayed. Her face heated. She had such dirty, bad thoughts. “Tell me, Prism.” He growled the command, his voice deep and sexy. “Tell me what your demon will do to you when he catches you.” He advanced. “What wicked things does he have planned for you?” She retreated, putting the tree between them, hiding behind its branches. If he couldn’t see her, he couldn’t read her lips, and he wouldn’t know for certain that the words were coming from her. “You’ll bend me over and place my hands against a building.” “And?” He circled the tree. She moved with him, maintaining the same distance between them. “And…” She inhaled deeply. She could do this. When she released her breath, the wants and needs burning inside of her spilled out. “You’ll force me to take it up the ass.” The tree shook, and an ornament fell, bouncing off the hardwood, the tiny wooden elf freed from the sleigh he’d been straddling, his painted smile wide, his eyes sparkling with glee. “Take what up your ass, Prism?” Otho’s voice had deepened even more, the low rumble sending tremors of excitement down her spine. She smelled his male musk through the fragrance of pine. She felt his body heat increase. “Your cock, your long, thick demon cock,” she whispered. He stopped moving. She stopped breathing. Had she shocked him? She must have. She was so bad. Her thoughts were so bad. Unnatural. “You should run now,” he instructed quietly, his tone level, calm, controlled. She spread two branches apart to better look at him. His eyes were hard, and his jaw was jutted, but a tick of uncontrolled emotion pulsed in his cheek. “What?” “Run!” He leaped at her. She ran, fleeing to the safety of her bedroom, and slammed the door behind her. He didn’t bother opening the door. In full demon form, he broke through the wood, the boards cracking and splintering into a million pieces. God, he was an animal. Prism jumped over the bed, the robe flapping around her, her legs trembling, and her pussy wet. A big hand wrapped around her left ankle, hauling her back. She kicked at him with her free foot, and he chuckled. “I have you,” he announced triumphantly, his voice inhumanly deep. “You’re mine.” She’d always been his, since the first moment she saw him. She kicked him in the shoulder, the smack of flesh against flesh obscenely loud, and he laughed again, shredding her

robe, her favorite robe, with his claws until there was nothing left of it except slivers of fabric. She glared up at him. He grinned down at her, his horns scraping against her ceiling, causing plaster to rain down upon them like the finest snowflakes. “I caught you.” He flipped her over easily, and she bounced face-first on the king-sized mattress, her breasts connecting with soft cotton. “And now I’m going to force you to take my long, thick demon cock up your ass.” He placed his arm around her waist and drew her hips toward him, his massive cockhead sliding between her ass cheeks. “Too… large.” She huffed, terrified and aroused at the same time. He’d rip her in two. “Much too large.” But he pressed into her asshole anyway, pushing on her until she squeaked. She clutched the duvet, her knuckles white, her puckered skin covered by his silky smooth crown. “Ahhh…” He bellowed his satisfaction as he shot hot cum up her ass, saturating every nook and crevice of her body until she overflowed with his seed. “Otho.” She writhed and twisted, pinned to the bed with his huge cock. “Your slave needs…” He had come, leaving her burning with unfulfilled desire, her ass twitching with need. He nipped at her earlobe. “My slave needs to take my cock up her ass.” His voice rose an octave as he shifted to human form. “I’m not done with you yet, fairy.” His smaller, more manageable cockhead pushed past her entrance, her channel slick with his cum. “Fuck.” He tugged at her hair, using her ponytail as a rope, forcing her head back as he eased into her, stuffing her ass with cock. “You feel good, Prism.” He licked her exposed neck, his tongue wet and rough. “So good.” Prism arched, offering up more skin for him to abuse. She’d wanted him like this for ages, forever, dominating her, controlling her, being the big, bad demon she secretly yearned for him to be. “So mine.” He pulled her to him as he thrust forward, driving himself so deep inside of her that she felt him all over. “I’ve caught you.” His hips smacked against her ass, her flesh stinging with his abuse. “And you have no choice but to enjoy this.” He bent over her, laying his chest on her spine, and he dragged his teeth across her shoulder. She shivered, tingling down to her toes. “No choice.” She envisioned those teeth over her clit. “Yes.” She squeezed her ass cheeks. “Be still.” While maintaining his punishing rhythm, he gave her right ass cheek a playful swat with his big hand. She jerked in surprise and then tilted her hips upward, varying his angle of entry, silently begging for more. He chuckled. “You liked that, didn’t you, my little slave?” He slapped her other cheek and made a circle with his hips, grinding his body against the burn. “Yes, oh, yes.” Prism moaned, the pain shooting straight to her pussy. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back her climax, but it was too much. Otho continued to move, his cock relentlessly ravaging her ass. “Otho?” she pleaded, asking his permission, the notion as natural as breathing. He was her captor, her lover, her demon. “Come for me, Prism.” Otho poured the words into her ear, his hot breath tickling the tiny hairs on her neck. He pulled out to his tip and slammed into her, rocking her forward. Prism’s world exploded with the brightness of a million Christmas lights, and she pushed back on him. Her ass flooded with heat, his roar of satisfaction ringing in her ears, her own lung-aching scream muffled by a feather down pillow. They were one, fairy and demon, prey and hunter, captive and captor. Otho sagged against her, and Prism collapsed underneath him, covered by his heat, his cock remaining in her ass. “You belong to me, Prism. If you run from me again, I will catch

you.” His lips moved against her skin. “And I will force you to please me.” “I understand.” Prism smiled into the duvet.

Chapter Three

“New shoes?” Otho crouched to tie his fairy’s laces, placing his face level with her blue private hairs, the scent of her arousal tickling his nostrils. “The ones I wore yesterday are scuffed.” Prism wrinkled up her cute little nose in distaste. “I couldn’t wear something so… so dirty.” “This pair will get dirty too.” Otho grinned. “As will these.” He kissed the inside of her knees as he straightened, his lips sliding along her silky skin. “When I catch you. You’ll be sucking my cock for Christmas, fairy.” “Only if you catch me.” She backed away, twisting and stretching, her body toned and tight. “I’m fast.” “Not fast enough.” Opening the door, he inhaled sharply, the cold, crisp air stinging his lungs. “I’ll give you a five-minute head start.” “You’ll never catch me then.” Prism dashed past him, brushing her hand across his hipbone as she moved. With the contact, his cock jumped to attention, and he had no choice but to immediately follow her. He was also naked but in demon form, and he easily trailed her, his strides shortened to match hers. She glanced over her shoulder at him and scowled. “You… said… five… minutes.” Prism huffed, her crisp blue eyes snapping with anger. “I’m a demon, fairy.” His grin spread, a happiness he’d never before experienced bubbling up from within him. “Demons aren’t known for their honesty.” He’d “force” her to drain his cock dry, a punishment she’d decided upon this morning, her sleepy secret confession whispered into the cotton sheets. “Not… known… for speed either.” She sprinted ahead, and Otho allowed the increased distance between them, admiring the play of sunlight over her ass muscles. She was so fuckin’ hot, and he was the only one who knew about this streaking kink of hers. He was the only one who ever would. His heartbeat sped up as she ducked into a side street, trying to lose him. He’d protect -A scream rent the air, the terror and pain it contained freezing his false sense of confidence. It was Prism. He knew it. He knew her. Otho rushed toward the sound, rage coloring his vision a blood red, his feet skidding on the ice. A menacing black presence had Prism pinned to a brick wall, his razor-sharp claws embedded in her paper-thin fairy wings. She kicked and punched as the ancient demon chanted killing words. “No!” Otho roared, flinging his body at Prism’s attacker, his claws extending, his tail whipping around him. “My fairy, youngster.” The ancient held out one black palm and released a fireball propelled by pure evil. Prism screamed as Otho was flung back, his shoulders slamming against a building, the impact denting the siding. Otho saw double, two ancients, two naked blue fairies. “No, she’s mine.” He shook his head, trying to clear it. A sticky liquid dripped down his forehead. He smelled blood, his blood. “There are other fairies.” The killer’s face was matte black, with even his eyes devoid of color, and looking at his presence was like staring into a bottomless abyss. “Fight me for this

one, and you die.” That was the truth. He couldn’t defeat an ancient, not alone. But if the only choice was death or a life without Prism, Otho would choose death. “There aren’t any other fairies. Not like her.” Otho coiled his muscles to spring once more. As he leaped, the ancient extended the same deadly hand, another fireball balanced on his fingertips, and Otho braced himself for more pain. The pain didn’t come. Prism landed a solid kick to the ancient’s groin, and the fairy-killer doubled up with an animalistic moan, releasing the fireball early. It soared into the sky, exploding like Fourth of July fireworks over their heads. Otho barreled into the black demon, and they rolled in a flurry of razor-tipped tails and extended claws. He punched and kicked and bit blindly, inflicting any damage he could, ignoring the pain searing across his chest and right thigh. He would protect his fairy. He would be triumphant. He head-butted the ancient, the agony of that maneuver carving through his forehead like the blade of a red hot axe. When they broke apart, Otho was battered and bleeding, but Prism was free, slumped on the concrete, and he stood between her and the ancient. Fuck, yeah. Otho tried to smile. All he managed was a grimace. “You’re not looking so good, youngster.” The ancient hovered, his black feet an inch above the white snow, his wounds fully closed, his advanced age speeding the healing process. “Is she worth dying for?” “No, Otho,” Prism pleaded. “Yes, she is.” His wounds continued to gape open, blood pooling around his clawed feet, his energy draining with each spilled drop. “No.” Small fingers curled around his arm. “I love you, Otho, so don’t, just don’t.” She loved him, his fairy loved him, and fuck, her skin was cool. Otho leaned back into her softness for five fervent heartbeats, inhaling her berry scent, savoring their connection. “Come to me, and I’ll spare his life, fairy.” The ancient beckoned, crooking his long, black fingers. “You give me your word?” Prism stepped toward him, her chin held high. She was fuckin’ naive. She needed his protection, not only over Christmas but for 365 days a year. “He’s a demon, Prism.” Otho pulled her back behind him. “His word is worth nothing, while your life, your love is worth everything to me.” Otho surged forward, gritting his teeth against the pain, resolve straightening his spine. He spread his claws, reaching for the demon’s throat. The ancient smiled, a scary-assed expression, and his black cloak swirled. Prism screamed. Glass shattered. She continued screaming as Otho and the ancient fought. Pain permeated his entire body until he was numb, his form jarred by blows he no longer felt. Darkness threatened to descend upon him. He held it back by pure willpower. The ancient rippled his claws, and Otho met his endless gaze, seeing his death reflected in the ebony orbs. “Prism.” He breathed her name one last time and… There was a flash of blinding light, and he was flung into the air, skidding along the street as he landed, stones embedding under his torn skin. “Fuck. He’s gone. Again,” a deep voice rumbled. Two figures loomed over him, backlit by brightness; one figure was massive, sporting huge horns, and the other was small with breasts. The screaming stopped. Sneakers squeaked on pavement. The scent of berries enveloped him like a blanket.

“Prism.” Otho’s world dimmed, and when the darkness fell, so did he. “Otho.” Prism flew to his side, trying to catch him as he fell, but her demon was large and she was small, and he trapped her under his big body. “Otho.” She wiggled free to cradle his horned head. His skin burned, and he was sticky with blood. “Don’t die. Please don’t die,” she whispered against his mouth, needing the reassurance of his breath upon her lips. “He won’t die,” a feminine voice informed her. “Though when he revives, he’ll think he’s gone to heaven,” a louder voice added. “Oomph. What did you do that for, Kayla? She’s the naked one.” She was sitting in the middle of the street with no clothes on, but for once in her life, Prism didn’t care who saw her or what anyone else thought. She caressed Otho’s handsome face, tracing his cheekbones, his mouth. Her beloved demon was hurt. “Grab that flag, Max. The demon must have stripped her.” “The demon didn’t strip any of his other victims,” the male grumbled. Their banter eased some of Prism’s fears. She pressed her lips to Otho’s. They wouldn’t be worried about her nudity if her demon were dying. Cool polyester was draped over Prism. “He’ll live, fairy.” Warm fingers squeezed her shoulder. “Your love will keep him alive.”

Chapter Four

“Prism!” Otho’s bellow rattled the windowpanes, and she raised her head from where she had rested it, on his perspiration-soaked chest, with her ear pressed against his pounding heart. Finally, after over an hour of heart-twisting silence, her demon was awake. “Hush. I’m here.” She knelt beside him on the mattress, looking down on his handsome face. A deep cut sliced the thick black eyebrow over his right eye, and his square chin was bruised and swollen. “Don’t move.” She ghosted her fingertips along his cheekbone, wishing to touch him yet not wanting to cause him more pain. “I can’t move.” Otho opened his eyes. They were thankfully clear and lucid, free of the fever she feared. “I’m chained.” He lay on the bed, chained spread-eagle to the bedposts, the gashes on his demon form slowly healing. “You’re chained so you don’t shift.” She ran her palms over his bulging biceps. He was so strong and muscular, and she couldn’t stop touching him. “You have to heal, Otho. You almost died.” “Almost?” His eyes fixed on her, questions in their red depths. “Almost,” she whispered, unable to say more, the events of the day too real, too raw. They stared at each other. Prism was emotionally exhausted and unable to conceal her fear and longing and love. He had risked death to protect her. She reached up to smooth his tousled black hair. She loved him so much. Otho’s gaze dropped to her breasts, and he licked his lips. “You’re naked.” His voice was husky. She forced a laugh to hide her feelings. “I figure there’s no sense wearing clothes, as half of the city saw me naked.” He smiled his lopsided smile, and her stomach flipped. “What did you think would happen with all that screaming?” Otho’s chuckle shook the entire bed. “God, I never knew such a small thing could make such a big noise.” Her cheeks heated. “I had to do something.” She couldn’t let the ancient kill the demon she loved. “That was something.” His words were quiet. “Prism?” She looked up. His eyes burned bright red. “I need to catch you now.” He yanked at his restraints, the posts swaying. “Desperately.” “You’re not catching anyone.” Prism clucked her tongue, and she glanced down his big form. He was in a bad way, his massive cock hard and erect, jutting out from his body, and his balls blue, hugging his base, but he was too weak to fuck her, and she didn’t want him shifting to human form, not until he was completely healed. “Prism,” he warned. His face was set with determination. “Because I’ve caught you.” Decided, she sucked back her inhibitions and brazenly swung one leg over his thick torso, her wet pussy lips connecting with hot demon flesh. Placing her palms on his shoulders, she leaned forward and dragged the tight tips of her sensitive nipples over his skin. “You’re my slave now,” she whispered against his lips. “Yes,” he voiced his agreement, his smoldering gaze fixed on her face. “Mine.” She extended her tongue and oh-so-slowly traced the outline of his mouth. He remained perfectly still, his body stretching tight like the strings of a violin under her, and she

dipped between his parted lips, tasting his fire, sliding along his tongue. He groaned, a rumble rolling up from his chest, before his mouth closed over hers, claiming her. She didn’t pull away. Instead she sank deeper into him, relaxing against his chest, her hands cupping his face, holding him. As they kissed, their mouths joined, their tongues twining, Prism wiggled her ass, grinding her mons into his stomach, branding him with her heat, her wetness, and her scent. He broke their embrace to press kisses over her cheeks, down her neck, and she arched, bringing her breasts to his straining lips. “Yes.” She gasped as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his lips pulling and tugging on her skin, his tongue flicking the tender tip. “Devour me, Otho.” She pushed her curves toward him. “I’m your slave,” he murmured against her flesh. “You can force me to do wicked, naughty things to you.” “Like what?” Prism rubbed against him and pulled her tit from his grasp, only to shove its twin into his mouth. “What wicked things will I force you to do?” He suckled on her breast until her nipple was elongated and her entire body ached with need. “You’ll sit on my face and grind your pussy against my lips, forcing me to stick my tongue up your tight hole and drink you dry.” “Oh.” Heat rushed down her thighs. “That is naughty.” She scurried up his body. “I might hurt you.” “Never.” He grinned. “Give me that juicy cunt, fairy.” He stuck out his long tongue. Her legs quivered as she lowered on top of him. It felt so strange. He licked her folds, and Prism moaned, forgetting the awkwardness of her position as she settled on top of him, his mouth moving over her pussy, his tongue stroking in and out of her like a small, flexible cock. “Otho.” She panted, reaching out with her hands to hold onto his horns. Upon contact, he jerked, his nose bumping against her clit. “Kayla mentioned you might like that, and you do, don’t you?” Prism rubbed her palms up and down, caressing the thin skin stretched tightly over bone. She’d been told that a demon’s horns were as responsive as his cock. She rode his face, rocking into his hot tongue and nibbling lips, stroking his big horns, his cock bobbing to the same rhythm behind her. It was naughty, so very bad, yet it felt too good to stop. “Otho.” Her voice rose with her approaching orgasm. A scream clawed up her throat, but she couldn’t release it, not yet. “Oh God. I can’t hold back.” He delved into her pussy again and again with his tongue, fluttering it along her inner walls, and she closed her eyes, trying to stem an unstoppable tide of desire. “Oh… Oh…” He fastened his lips over her clit. She squirmed. “I…” He sucked. “Otho!” She silenced her scream by pressing her humming lips against his right horn. “Prism!” He pushed his face into her pussy and thrust his hips upward, cum arcing from his massive cock. She rode his release. As he stilled, she slid down his body. His eyes were closed. His cheeks and chin and lips glistened with her juices. Prism kissed his lips, tasting herself, the flavor tangy and exotic. “Fuck, Prism.” His short, dark eyelashes fluttered against red skin. “Shhh…” She traced comforting circles into his chest. “Sleep.” Otho mumbled something. It sounded like “I love you.” His breathing leveled. His heartbeat slowed. Prism smiled.

Cynthia Sax

Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever. Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or e-mailing her directly at [email protected].