Devil May Care, Book 1
by Lily Vega
eBook ISBN: 07075-02279
Blake Owens, a fourth generation demon from the second circle of hell, is used to masquerading as human. Arianna Prince, dressed in a sexy angel costume, seduces him at a party and proves to be a genuine damsel in distress. If he wants more than a one-night stand, he must come out of the supernatural closet to harness his demonic power.
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Costumed partygoers crammed the ballroom of the glitzy downtown Chicago hotel well past capacity. Blake Owens knew the man at the bar wearing the uniform of a beat cop hadn’t come to enforce the fire code ordinance. Fake fur covered the officer’s exposed skin and a werewolf mask hid his face. Another wannabe.
On a security gig at the Webb Corporation’s annual Halloween fundraiser, Blake stood out in his simple charcoal-gray suit with no mask or semblance of a costume.
What appeared to be no disguise was the best one of all. While the humans played at being supernatural creatures of the night, the genuine article came incognito.
One of the guests collided with him, knocking the calm demeanor out of him along with his breath. Automatically he reached for his holster, catching himself before he withdrew the gun. Flexing his twitchy fingers provided a mental release of the tension making his shoulders tight. Being bumped into wasn’t a valid reason to discharge a weapon. Even one loaded with rubber pellets instead of bullets.
His assailant, a smoking hot blonde, rocked a pair of snow-white angel wings, a bemused expression on her glossy pink lips. She leaned against him for balance and adjusted the straps of her three-inch heels. The blood-red sole contrasted with the pristine whiteness of the rest of the shoe and the spiked heel looked capable of impaling a vampire. Good thing he wasn’t a bloodsucker.
The disco ball fired up the sequins on her dress, causing sparkles to dance along her curves. For the first time all night, his cock stirred.
He forgave himself since his dick had slumbered through the first four hours of the shift, which included watching barely dressed drunk women grind against their partners like the men were shiny metal poles.
The angel stepped away, crooked a finger at him and maneuvered her way across the mash of make-believe monsters on the dance floor. He watched her swaying hips until she disappeared from sight. Did she want him to follow?
His security radio beeped rather than emitting the random crackling it had been making all night.
“Owens,” he responded.
“Your services are no longer required,” Lloyd Webb, the smarmy owner of the corporation, screeched over the tiny speaker. “You’ll be paid in full for the evening.”
Blake wasn’t going to argue with the man. The frenzy of the gyrating bodies made his head throb. He couldn’t wait to return to his quiet apartment to nuke some pizza, guzzle a beer and relieve his semi-hard erection. The image of the beautiful angel firmly implanted in his mind would provide better inspiration than the nudie magazine he’d received as a bachelor party gift. It was one of the few items he hadn’t surrendered in the divorce.
He made his way to the makeshift command center and turned in his radio, identification badge and the useless gun to a bored-looking woman clad in an Alice in Wonderland costume. She had her back to the wall of surveillance camera footage, her attention captured instead by a smart phone in a filthy pink case. An abandoned Cheshire cat aimed an upside down, shit-eating grin at the ceiling. He righted the toy, earning an eye roll from Alice. Time to go home.
He left the security room and headed toward the hotel gift shop seeking the relief overpriced aspirin would bring.
The sexy angel blocked his path.
His cock bounced as though nodding hello. Shit. He mentally reordered his needs, putting self-gratification before aspirin, food and alcohol.
“I need your help.” Her seductive voice held the trace of an unrecognizable accent. She grasped his hand and directed him down the corridor to the guest rooms like he was an oversized Mastiff on a choke chain.
“I’m off duty, Ma’am. I was on my way home.”
On any other day, he would follow her anywhere, but not tonight. If not for the sorely needed paycheck, he would never have ventured out on Halloween. It pained him too much to see humans flying their inner freak flags with pride while he denied his true nature all year long.
He needed to stay focused on his mission of finding some little white tablets to counteract the spiking pain in his skull.
Big head trumped little head.
He tugged his hand away and her pink nails grazed his skin, leaving faint red scratch marks. Ouch. This kitty cat had claws.
She moved farther down the hallway and stopped in front of a door. Extracting a keycard, she slid it into the lock. The door responded with a metallic release.
“You can’t leave yet.” She scanned the hallway as though expecting Michael Myers, the psychopath from the Halloween movies, to appear wearing a mask and wielding a bloody blade. “It’s a matter of life or death.”
Humans were so dramatic. “I’m sure hotel security can provide you with whatever help you require.” He turned and headed in the direction of the lobby.
An object whacked him on his aching skull.
Her fuck-me shoe bounced off his shoulder and onto the patterned carpet.
The pounding in his cranium moved to his ears in a thumping staccato rhythm. He rubbed the back of his head with one hand, the other hovering over his empty holster.
“I’ve got another,” she warned.
This woman clearly needed a different kind of help. Why did the drop-dead gorgeous ones always have to be deranged?
He picked up the shoe and strode over to her. “You’re lucky my rulebook doesn’t allow me to throw this back.” He handed her the shoe. “On my way out, I’d be happy to stop at the front desk to request assistance for you.”
She examined him from head to toe, her gaze lingering on his crotch. “No one here is better equipped to help me.” She bent down to slide her shoe on, giving him a panoramic view of her cleavage.
His body responded with increased blood flow to his cock.
“I’m glad to see you don’t need any medicinal assistance to get an erection. We don’t have time to make a run for Viagra or horny goat weed.”
His dick must have come with a built-in divining rod for crazy chicks.
New plan — first order of business would be an icy shower. “You seem capable enough of resolving your own personal dilemmas.”
“Wait.” Her voice came out breathy like she had been running hurdles instead of tossing a shoe like a shot put. “I’m sorry to be blunt, but I’m running out of time.” She flicked on the light and entered the room. “Please come inside. Just for a minute.”
Pheromones of fear lurked beneath her bravado. This damsel clearly believed she was in distress.
Even though his upper body had already turned away, his feet pointed toward the door of the room. It wouldn’t hurt for him to secure the perimeter of the hotel room before leaving. If an axe murderer awaited her, he would never forgive himself.
He brushed past her to look under the bed, inside the closet and behind the shower curtain. While he examined the connecting door to the next room, she slid in front of him. Her lithe body plastered against his, grinding against his junk.
He froze. While his brain screamed for him to run, his body betrayed his true desires. It had been too damned long since he’d found release with a beautiful woman.
His big head submitted to the will of the smaller one.
In a cloud of her floral perfume, his hands found her ass and he boosted her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around his torso like a spider monkey clinging on for dear life and their teeth clacked together in their frenzy to meet in a kiss.
Driving his tongue between her parted lips, he pivoted to pin her against the wall. Her soft feminine curves molded to his muscled form and she released a sigh of surrender. He longed to take her right there, but he did not claim foreign territory before exploring it first inch by luscious inch.
He carried her to the bed and laid her down on the white linen. Damn. She was gorgeous. Her breasts heaved along with her quick breaths. She unfastened the wings, slid the side zipper of her dress down and wiggled out. She yanked her bra off and held it in the air a second before letting it drop.
Stepping out of his shoes, he shook off his suit jacket. His gaze roamed over her simple beige bra and panties. Her underwear puzzled him. He expected such a bold woman to favor a G-string or simply go commando. Her high-cut satin briefs were practically chaste.
She pushed the sole of her shoe against the bulge in his pants. He removed her shoes lest she decide to use them as a weapon again. Undressing, he joined her on the bed.
He sucked in a breath. She possessed an ethereal beauty, giving her an angelic look even without the costume wings. Her creamy breasts begged to be licked. His mouth locked onto a pink nipple, teasing it until the bud stiffened.
Her soft moans of pleasure stiffened his cock to capacity, straining against his boxer briefs. He needed to take her soon, but not before tasting her.
Alternating kissing and licking his way down her abdomen, he breathed in the musky scent of her sex. Better than any perfume. He slid her panties down to reveal blonde curls. His warm breath on her skin elicited goose bumps along her thighs. When he licked her clit, she cried out, writhing like a wild beast.
He slid a finger inside, marveling at her tightness. Adding another finger, he moved them in and out, continuing to work his tongue on her clit. She was so wet. A moan began in his chest, rumbling against her skin. He couldn’t wait any longer. Down went his boxers.
She lay still, her head turned away. Did she find his appearance displeasing?
“Are you okay?” It would kill him to stop, but if she changed her mind, he wouldn’t try to coerce her to continue.
She opened one eye and then the other. “Wow.” She stared at his erect cock.
The wonder in her voice gave him pause. Had she never seen an uncircumcised penis before?
She touched his cock, grasping it with a tentative hold. Moving up and down the shaft, her grip grew firmer. In her small palm, he somehow grew harder.
His ego stroked, he positioned himself over her, rubbing the head of his cock over her clit before easing it inside her. When he filled her, she cried out. He moved slowly, savoring the feel of her muscles clenching tight around his length.
She let out a scream, an orgasm taking her. Writhing on the sheets, she pulled the fabric free from the bed.
He nearly gave in to his own release, but he held back. He shifted his angle to increase his depth. The headboard slammed against the wall in time with his thrusts.
She looked up at him, blue eyes wide before another scream tore from her throat and her fingernails dug into his skin. Feeling her quiver beneath him, with her chamber vibrating with her pleasure, he allowed his release to spill inside her. Panting, he dropped down on the bed and wrapped his arms around her. All his senses engaged, he breathed in the mixed scents of perfume, sweat and sex.
And then he remembered. In her rush to bed him, he’d forgotten to use a condom. Not that he had one within whatever expiration dates were assigned to latex. He forced down his rising panic. His species was incapable of transmitting or becoming infected with any type of disease and she probably took birth control pills.
He wound a stand of her silken blonde hair around his finger. One-night stands weren’t his style. He’d invite her to the hotel restaurant and over a late dinner, or at least dessert and coffee, he would ask her all the typical getting-to-know-you questions. If everything went well, he could add a twelve pack of condoms to his shopping list.
She relaxed against him for a moment before pushing him away.
“You should leave now.” She picked up a magazine from the side table and paged through it. A photo of a couple holding hands and gazing at their reflections in the Millennium Park Bean sculpture mocked him from the cover.
Services rendered, she no longer had any use for him. He hadn’t expected a whirlwind engagement and a quickie wedding or anything. He’d been there and barely survived that. But he’d hoped to see her again, or at least not be discarded like a used room service tray after the meal had been devoured.
The familiar click of a keycard in the door lock pulled him from his thoughts. He barely had time to pull the sheet to cover them before the door flew open.
A woman with dark hair streaked with gray attired in a silver, tight-fitting dress entered and scowled at them. “Arianna, what the hell have you done?”
The woman rushed the bed, hitting Blake with her fake diamond encrusted handbag.
Head still swimming with feel-good post-sex hormones, his reflexes were slow. She got in several good whacks before he lifted his hands to ward off the blows.
“How dare you deflower my daughter?” the woman roared. “You’ve ruined everything.”
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