Livvy's Devil Dom

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Authors: Raven McAllan
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction, Paranormal, BDSM, Romantic Erotica
watched her
blush from her breasts to her butt and back again. Hell, even her muff got into
the act, and the hairs there seemed redder than usual. "You've got until
Tuesday to make up your mind."
    "Tuesday? Are you
fucking mad?" She shook her head. "As in five days from now? In your dreams, mate. No chance."
    "A chance is all
I have, Liv. It gives us five days to practice and get to Saffaul. Wednesday is
the Devil's moon. We act, or I die on that night. Not that I'm pressuring you
in any way."
    ****
      Oh no, and she was a Dutchman. He watched her
warily. As well he should , she thought with grim satisfaction. "If,
and I say if, I agree to this sordid stuff—" She didn't get a chance to
say anything more.
    Sael roared at her.
    She stared at him, sure her mouth was wide open in astonishment. Shit, it
was a wonder no fire and brimstone shot out of him and hit her. To her dismay,
she felt herself grow wet, her muff , as he called it, get damper by the
minute, her juices coat her pussy, her clit, and— oh, shit —the top of her
legs.
    "Sordid? Sordid? How dare you say what we have, what we
need, is sordid? Different, taxing, difficult to essay, yes. But please, never sordid. Sordid, indeed. Hah!"
His voice rose. "No way is our love sordid. Or the way we need to
reaffirm it. It may not be the human way, but it is the Saffaulian way. My way. Humans are so mundane."
    He snorted.
    Oh ho, she'd pissed
him off royally. Something she hadn't thought was so easy to do. It seemed she
was wrong. He surely had a quick fuse. He had hidden it well so far. But, seriously? Did he really think that? If so, she'd try
to find a bridge to sell him. She wasn't that naïve. This was all a big con to
get her to do things she never, ever would. Wasn't it? Livvy looked at the
expression on Sael's face: solemn, strained, and oh shit.
    "You're not
joking, are you?" she asked with horror, as it dawned on her he meant
everything he said.
    He shook his head.
    Oh, bugger, bugger,
shit. "To save you, keep you alive, we need to, er, fuck in public,
no condom, no covering, no anything?
    He nodded.
    I can't think of any swear words to describe how I feel now.
    "Oh,
dear!"
    It was enough to make
Sael laugh. A deep, belly laugh that made his cock sway and his mouth look even
more kissable than usual.
    That was it. Livvy
knew that whatever, however, she was going to do as he said. Anything
to save him. She had a sudden thought. Was her razor charged?
    She made up her mind
there and then and broke into speech before she had a chance to change it.
    "Okay, right.
I'll do it. Please, Sir, what, when, how, and where?"
    An X-rated grin broke
across his face and sent her pussy into overload. "You mean it?" He
looked both incredulous and hopeful.
    "Oh,
for fuck's sake. I never say what I don't mean, Sir. No, I'm not totally
easy with all this stuff, no, I don't like the idea of fucking in public, and
no, I definitely am not sure I've either experienced all you say, want to
experience it, and very definitely not sure if you are trying it on.
But"—she held her hand over his mouth to stop whatever he was going to
say—"but I admit, I love you, don't want your death on my conscience, and
er, I have wondered why I now like caviar."
    He threw his head
back and roared. With laughter. His skin shone red,
and then blue, but before she had a chance to ask why, his fangs clicked into
place.
    "Lose the blades,
buster."
    "Yes, pet."
He retracted them and grinned before those weird lights she’d seen so many
times twinkled once more in his eyes, and he broke into laughter again.
    Livvy stared at him.
There she was, she offered her all, and he bloody laughed at her. Damn, she
wished she had something hard in her hand. And a decent aim. Perhaps, if she tried to throw a book at the door, she might hit him, instead? Preferably somewhere vulnerable.
    "Ah, love. I'm
so, so, sorry. This is something over and above anything I'd ever want to ask
of you. And to be honest? I would have still

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