Demon Discord by M.J. Haag

Chapter Eighteen

Azio lookedat the spoon he’d caught, then tilted his head, studying me as he stalked closer.

“Are you in pain?” he asked.

“I’m in fear, Azio. Why would you go back there? Were they waiting for you? Did you get hurt again?”

A small smile tugged at his lips.

“No, my Terri. I was not hurt. We have the things you collected and much more from the surrounding homes. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Well, you did.” I crossed my arms, and his gaze dipped to my transparent shirt.

“Your nipples are darker.” He looked at Groth. “She’s in pain. Did you offer to massage them?”

“Of course he didn’t,” I said quickly, jerking my gaze from my nipples, which looked exactly the same to me.

Azio turned his frown on me.

“He should have.”

Confusion replaced anger. “Uh…what?”

“He should have,” Azio repeated.

“I heard you. I’m just having trouble understanding what you mean. You wanted Groth to touch my boobs while you were gone?”

“If it helps ease your pain, yes.”

I laughed like a thirteen-year-old boy watching porn with his friends. The guy I was interested in—who was also very interested in me—wanted another guy to feel me up just because it helped me.

“I’m sorry, Terri,” Groth said, looking extremely upset. “I didn’t notice.”

My gaze bounced between the two fey’s expressions, and I realized how entirely serious they were about seeing to my comfort. It deflated my annoyance and killed the slightly flippant way I’d been handling their concern.

As crazy as it sounded, after a day with Groth, I truly did feel more comfortable with him. Even in the transparent shirt. Comfortable enough that I could deal with the boob rubs they were talking about.

“You know what? It’s not your fault, Groth. I could have asked. I was too shy and worried about the rules, though. I’m starting to understand now.” I looked at Azio. “I know you just got home, but would you mind helping me out for a bit instead? You’re right. My cramps are back, and my boobs are hurting and add the worry I felt for you all day…well, it made me really moody. I’m sorry I threw the spoon at you.”

Azio gave Groth an annoyed look, like his BFF had let him down by not caring for his woman while he was gone, and knelt beside the couch. He leaned in and brushed my forehead with a kiss.

“I’m sorry I worried you,” he said. “Tell me if the pressure is right.”

Then he set his big, hot hands on my chest and started massaging. I hadn’t realized how much my boobs had hurt until then. Azio paid more attention to me than I paid myself.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and let him ease the ache and melt away some of the tension from the day. I didn’t even care that Groth was watching and probably taking mental notes.

“Is everyone okay?” I asked, not opening my eyes. “I should have asked that first.”

“No one was seriously injured. There were a few bites, but we expect that when dealing with large numbers.”

I made a face, and he paused.

“The rubbing is good,” I said quickly. “The reminder of the danger you were in is not so good.”

He chuckled and continued to rub my chest.

“When the ache is gone, you need another shower,” he said.

It didn’t take much convincing to tell him that my boobs were fine and head upstairs with him. And it wasn’t awkward. He washed me gently first, using it as an opportunity to rub my boobs some more, then dropped to his knees.

“I was thinking about this all day,” he said, placing a kiss on my thigh. “Were you?”

I gave him an are-you-kidding-me look.

“No. I was worrying about you.”

He gave me a sexy, secretive grin and pressed another kiss to my skin. His hands slid around to the front, and he parted me with his thumbs. And damn if my heart didn’t give a crazy beat because I knew what was coming.

The first touch of his tongue was magic. I sighed, widened my stance…and I watched. With an expression of bliss, he lapped at me.

I didn’t need to understand why he liked doing this so much, only that he did. Running my hand over his wet hair, I found the ends of his ears and bucked into his mouth. His fingers gripped my hips more firmly, and he growled.

He didn’t rush the process, though. He took his time, watching my cues and slowly sliding a hand around to enter me from behind. Something about that approach hit me just right. I twitched and bent my knees a little.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Like that.”

I gripped his shoulders and pressed down on his finger. The next thing I knew, I had one knee over his shoulder, and another finger had joined the first. The new position changed the angle, and he could thrust his fingers more fully into me. Everything was still slow and steady. Pushing me gently closer to where I needed to be even when I jerked and twitched and bore down on his fingers.

“Please,” I begged, fisting my fingers in his hair.

He pressed the flat of his tongue against my clit and curled his fingers, toppling me over the edge. My mouth opened in another silent scream.

If this was my life now, I no longer hated my periods.

* * *

I lay in bed,listening to Azio’s deep breathing and thinking. My period was almost over, and nothing had really changed.

In the three days since Azio had returned from his impromptu supply run, he’d been amazingly attentive. Massages, oral to ease cramps, back rubs…oh, and the food. He and Groth found anything and everything my cravings threw their way.

Azio wasn’t the only attentive one. Groth remained just as kind and earnest about me staying here, despite sleeping in Azio’s bed every night. He thanked me every morning I wore a flimsy shirt, never leered at me, and kept me supplied with cookie dough.

And I was finally understanding our dynamic.

Groth would do anything for me to ensure I was happy and stayed with Azio. He’d proven it by giving me a massage when Azio had left for chocolate. I hadn’t asked. He’d paid attention and firmly asked to help me. I hadn’t had the heart to say no. Plus, I’d really wanted to know how Azio would react.

Of course, he’d been completely fine with it. He’d even thanked Groth and joined in. It could have been weird, but they didn’t let it feel that way. Instead, they talked about the different foods Groth could make with the chocolate Azio had found.

I’d also learned that Groth and Azio had always been close. They’d shared a house back in their caves too. Groth was seriously happy that I’d chosen Azio and couldn’t wait for Azio and me to start having sex so I would get pregnant. How do I know that? He told me. Open and honest was a little brutal at times, but it truly helped me understand where I stood.

Azio loved having me play with his ears. If I used my mouth, he masturbated afterward. Every time. And it was no secret from anyone. Groth just grinned and told me to do it more. And Azio sat closer to me to make it easier.

There wasn’t a jealous bone in Azio’s body, which I really, really liked. I hadn’t realized how weird Wayne had been until Azio showed me what a relationship without jealousy looked like. Azio didn’t care if I teased him in front of Groth. He loved every moment of attention I gave him. He even admitted he loved that I was so worried I’d thrown a spoon at him.

I was comfortable living with the pair and never wanted to leave. And more importantly, I was back to not wanting to wait for a family of my own. And therein lay the problem. I was more than willing to have sex to make a baby.

But I really wanted to like having sex with Azio too. He was just so…amazing.

“You’re very quiet,” Azio said, his voice rough with sleep. “Are you in pain?” His hand moved over my lower abdomen where he’d kept it all night.

I rolled in his arms so I faced him. He brushed my forehead with a kiss and started rubbing my lower back.

“I’m not in pain. Remember when you said I didn’t like sex because I’d only been with a human?”

“Yes.”

“What if you’re wrong? What if we make a baby, and I don’t want to have sex with you anymore after that?”

He chuckled low.

“I will still be a lucky father and help ease your pain during your periods, and you can tease my ears with your tongue and watch me come in my hand.”

I shook my head slowly, and my chest gave a squeeze.

“You are the most incredible man I ever met.” Leaning in, I brushed my lips against his. He growled and dug his fingers just a little deeper into my back, making me moan in return.

I pulled back to look at him.

“I’d like to try something.”

“Anything.”

Grinning at his complete willingness, I reached up to toy with his ear.

“I don’t hate sex. I just tend not to crave it. At all. My period is the exception. I’ve really liked what we’ve been doing and was wondering if you’d be willing to have sex now when it still feels really good to me.”

He rolled us suddenly and nuzzled my neck.

“Is this a yes?” I asked.

“Yes. Tell me I can touch you.”

“However you’d like,” I said. “You’ve done a phenomenal job taking care of me so far.”

He got up and scooped me off the bed.

“A shower first.”

I grinned and let him take charge. He took his time removing my shirt and sweats. His fingers lingered on every bit of skin. Kneading my breasts while avoiding the tender nipples. Caressing my stomach. Nibbling on my neck. And oh boy, could he kiss. It wasn’t all tongue but nips and licks. Teasing and coaxing me to chase him.

He seemed to know just the right thing to do. Like we were connected, and he could read me.

When he stepped into the shower to allow me to finish undressing, I was breathing hard and hurried to join him. He washed me between tender kisses then knelt before me.

“Sex doesn’t matter,” he said, holding my gaze. “Thank you for allowing me to care for you. To love you.”

I touched his face and felt my heart aching with what I felt for him. It wasn’t a deep unending love. Not yet. The love I held for him was softer and more fragile. But it didn’t worry me. I knew it would grow into something bigger and stronger with time.

“Thank you for wanting to care for and love me.”

He placed a kiss on my inner thigh, and I widened my stance, more than ready to accept what he offered. My hands slid over his hair at the first touch of his tongue. It didn’t take long before I was bucking into his hold and riding his fingers.

When he pulled away, I almost whined. Instead, he stood and lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Here or on the bed?” he asked. “We can use a towel on the bed.”

“Bed,” I said since the water was cooling.

He grunted and carried me from the room where a towel already waited.

I glanced at the towel and the closed door, then flushed in understanding. Ever supportive Groth was listening.

“I want to taste you some more,” Azio said, lowering me to the bed.

His lips were on me before I had a chance to think. When I was back to twitching a few seconds later, he pulled back again.

“Are you playing with me?” I asked with a frown.

He chuckled and kissed my inner thigh.

“Never. I want you to enjoy this, and you won’t in this position. It will feel better if you are on your hands and knees.”

I gave him a long look and slowly rolled over.

“Are you sure this is going to feel better for me and not you?”

He grabbed my hips and lifted me to my knees, apparently thinking I should be moving faster.

“This is about you, Terri.”

He ran his fingers over my slit from opening to clit and back again. It felt so good when he inserted one finger and then another. The third was a bit of a stretch, but he went slow until I was pressing back into each leisurely thrust.

“We will shower after this,” he said, removing his fingers and gripping my hip with one hand.

Then he ran his cock over my slit, slicking its length before aligning the bulbous head with my entrance. It felt like a fist pressing there for a moment. Then he grabbed my ass with both hands and started kneading it, pulling my cheeks apart and pushing them together, using the moves to open me and work his cock in.

I’d never felt anything like it. He was so big, stretching me and filling me with each impressive inch. He withdrew before he was fully seated and eased in again. Each time adding a little more until I felt his hips press against my ass.

“Do you wish me to stop?” he asked thickly.

“No, this feels nice.”

He grunted and started a slow assault. Each withdrawal teased something inside me until I clenched around him. He groaned and released a hip to tease my folds, pressing just next to my clit with each thrust.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Like that.”

His methodical pace drove me to the edge, and when I tumbled over with a soft cry, he grunted, and the hot wash of his release bathed my channel a few moments later. He didn’t stop thrusting, though, until he’d wrung every last wave of pleasure from me.

Then picked me up while he was still inside me and strode to the bathroom.