Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon’s
Captive

Selena Illyria

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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 any-
thing 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.

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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 ex-
traordinaire, 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
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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.

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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.

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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 expec-
ted 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.

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She would never trust him again, and he
would hate that.

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Captive

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

form

thoughts

but

everything evaporated before it made sense.

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Disjointed memories floated before her eyes.
She remembered a washed out bridge, a wa-
terlogged 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 vis-
ion. 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

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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 com-
pound 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 cater-
ing 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

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nibbling. The cleft in his chin just begged her
to explore it with her tongue. He had an aris-
tocratic 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

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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 mo-
ment 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 Hell-
hound. Hellhounds could sniff out a lie and
were considered the hardest demon to tame.
Demons couldn?t resist a challenge -- or a

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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 in-
to the darkness in which it lived.

Casey sat, astounded by what had just
happened. Her Hellhound had abandoned
her.

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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 en-
emies, and any one of them could have de-
cided 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 pound-
ing against the window increased. Lightning
crashed overhead, followed by the deep
grumble of thunder. The storm raged as she
awaited her fate.

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“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? Be-
trayed me?”

“Not at all. You misunderstand my inten-
tions. 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 ac-
knowledge 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

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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 sur-
roundings 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 beat-
ing just a little faster than before. Fingers
played down her bare arms. She cursed

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herself for forgetting her jacket at the com-
pound 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. Elec-
tricity raced from that small touch to light up

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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, consum-
ing 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, ig-
norance had burned to ash in the wake of
that one small caress.

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“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 wor-
ried 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 fin-
gers, 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.

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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 elec-
tric 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.”

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Panting, Casey tried to stir up some ire but
found nothing beyond need. It scratched in
her belly, beat along her skin like a heart-
beat. 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 use-
less accusation. Blaise hadn?t known she was
on her way to the compound. This was a mo-
ment of convenience, not some elaborate de-
mon trap. The logic didn?t help her. She was
still tied to a chair and still lacking her Hell-
hound 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 seduct-
ive smile and rose to his full height.

Casey watched, fascinated at the smooth
slide of muscle under skin, of flesh rippling

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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 ima-
gined Blaise lying nude on a towel and allow-
ing the sun to warm him, turning his
smooth, pale flesh into gold. He looked so re-
laxed 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 mov-
ing farther down.

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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 day-
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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

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hung on his lips, making her want to not an-
swer 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

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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.

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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, any-
way. 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

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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 ad-
mit 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 Hell-
hounds 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

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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 con-
fused 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 ri-
diculous 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.

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“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
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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

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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.

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Blaise tilted his head, his brows coming to-
gether. “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
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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 be-
coming a filthy smile that spoke of untold
debauchery.

“That would be kind of difficult. I am a Hell-
hound after all, and I have a job to do.” Casey

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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

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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 out-
ward, enveloping her, bringing her pleasure
once more. A small wave of desire sizzled
along her spine as electricity crackled
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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 crystal-
line 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.”

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Blaise?s lips quirked in a small smile before
it disappeared. “Fine.” He snapped his fin-
gers. 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.

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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 intox-
icated him. Such simple perfumes and yet on
her, mixed with the musky scent of desire,
they made his mouth water. A pang of yearn-
ing 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. Noth-
ing 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
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He walked in front of her and gauged her re-
action. 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 refo-
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“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, pro-
ducing 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 de-
lighted 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
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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 tantal-
izing 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.”

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“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
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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 stub-
bornness, 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, slid-
ing 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
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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.”

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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.
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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 ac-
tion, 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, let-
ting 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.”

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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,
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like. He understood. But she didn?t under-
stand, 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 situ-
ations 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 wo-
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scared her, making her feel open and vulner-
able, 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 wo-
man, 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
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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 self-conscious,
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 smolder-
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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.
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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
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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.” Pla-
cing another kiss on her lips, he pulled away
and began removing the tatters of her cloth-
ing 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 shop-
ping. Casey wanted to be wearing something
sexier, slinkier, maybe something with lace
and silk and thin as a sigh.

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He traced a finger along the under edge of
her bra. “So simple, so sweet, just like you.”
Blaise placed butterfly kisses along her neck-
line 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 finger-
tip 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

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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
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wider, giving him more of a view. She hoped
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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?” Ca-
sey 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

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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 won-
der 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, wor-
ried 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.”
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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.

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“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 fol-
lowed 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,

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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.

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His name came out on gasps and whimpers
as she struggled to come. Blaise removed his
fingers and glided them down to her anus,
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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 at-
tention before blazing across her chest, up
her neck and along her jaw.

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“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 in-
to 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 protest-
ing. 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.

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“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 en-
joy 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 elec-
tric arcs straight to her clit. Instead of push-
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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
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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.

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“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 kidnap-
ping, 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
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warmth and relaxation as it went. She?d nev-
er 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 weight-
less 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.

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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, burn-
ing the tips of her ears.

“Did I…” She wasn?t sure what she was ask-
ing. 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.

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“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 stom-
ach and settled down.

“That?s not what you wanted to ask me. Try
again.” He began to work her shoulders, un-
doing 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

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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

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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 com-
pound 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 compartment-
alize things so they?re easier, safer. I just
don?t know where to put you now. Intimate?

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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
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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 kid-
napped 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

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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.”

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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, com-
bining with the pleasure. Sparks rippled
down her spine as strength filled her muscles

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and tendons. She didn?t transform but her
abilities came back as her beast howled with-
in. 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

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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.

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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 over-
whelmed 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 dig-
ging into his flesh. Blood slipped down his
back in lava-hot fingers, enhancing the ex-
perience. 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 to-
gether, 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.

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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
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and then they?d be together in a relation-
ship. 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 ap-
propriate. 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. Lick-
ing 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.”

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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, won-
dering 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, vulner-
able. 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
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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.

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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 do-
ing, tracing his facial features. Her touch
sent ripples of arousal and swirled the em-
bers of the fire that had been ignited by their
coming together. “You?re so beautiful. I nev-
er… I never… I wanted you the first time I
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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.” Ca-
sey 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

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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.

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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?”

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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 real-
ized 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 al-
low himself to enjoy what she was doing.
Fire licked along his skin.

Sparks burst down his chest and his abdo-
men, 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 be-
came 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,

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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
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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, try-
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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 pleas-
ure pinged around his body, driving him
senseless. Blaise couldn?t breathe past the
pleasure. His brain was muddled. All he

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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. Pant-
ing, 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
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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.

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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 asso-
ciated with a night gone wrong. She smiled.

Contentment filled every nook and cranny of
her. Her pussy ached from Blaise?s inex-
haustible 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. Ca-
sey didn?t fight him. She snuggled against
him and sighed. This was far more comfort-
able 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 shin-
ing, and birds were singing outside the win-
dow. 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 fire-
place. 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 meta-
bolism, so food was important. It helped
keep up the strength, stamina, and energy
needed to maintain human form.

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It was more than what she usually ate, but
she wasn?t about to turn it down. Her stom-
ach grumbled, agreeing with her. A note next
to the platter said, “Sit. Relax. Eat slowly. B.”
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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 bother-
ing with her socks or shoes.

Time crawled by but she didn?t care. A soft,
ringing sound chirped from somewhere. Ca-
sey retrieved her cell phone from her bag and
answered the call.

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“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.

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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.

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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
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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 any-
thing? Wait. Don?t tell me you couldn?t, be-
cause 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.

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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.

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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 bot-
tom 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.

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“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 re-
leased the peak, took hold of the bra and
ripped it open, revealing her breasts.

“Blaise, someone could come by. Blaise!” She
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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 tele-
ported 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.

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“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
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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. Climb-
ing on the mattress, he covered her body
with his. Not wasting any time, he positioned

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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

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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 get-
ting 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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curiosity and a love of writing that pushes
her imagination there are many worlds
she?d love to explore, from paranormal to
sci-fi from cyberpunk and beyond.

Are you willing, dear reader, to step into her
worlds? If you do, feel free to poke around.
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