Chapter 34

It felt wonderful, but I wasn't thrilled with being pinned to the door. Spying a cluttered steel desk in the corner, I slipped away from his grasp and ducked around him, stripping out of my bikini panties as I went.
"Over here." I sat down on the edge of the desk, legs splayed, and beckoned him over.
He gave me a feral smile, showing a little of those pointed, predatory teeth. His eyes were a swirl of indigo and lavender. Definitely not a human. In fact, he reminded me a lot - but I couldn't think about Ty right now. Not when Kaz was stalking toward me with his hands on the fly of his jeans, slowly undoing each button until his thick, heavy cock sprang free, making me lick my lips.
Fully erect, his shaft was dark and heavily veined, with its fat head almost purple with blood. Now my mouth watered and my fangs emerged as I imagined sinking my fangs into the artery that pulsed on the inside of his thigh.
A look up into his eyes and I forgot about blood - all I wanted was to feel Kaz's dick pounding into my pussy. I widened my legs and reached behind my head to untie the last string holding my top up, tossing the scraps of fabric aside. Now it was Kaz licking his lips. Passing the cleaning cart, he snagged one of the sample boxes of condoms, ripped it open and grabbed one, dropping the box to the floor. In another two long steps, he was sheathed and standing between my knees.
"Fast or slow?" he growled as he stroked one finger between the swollen lips of my cunt. He lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked off the juices that glistened on his thick digit.
I didn't have to stop to think. I'd almost come just watching him lick my cream from his hand. "Fast." Widening my legs, I planted my hands behind me on the desk for support. Fascinated, I watched as Kaz guided the tip of his sturdy cock to my entrance and it slowly disappeared from view.
My tissues were puffy and aching with need, my apricot-colored nipples peaked with desire. He filled me, pushing deep, and leaned over to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
"Kaz," I gasped, my hips pulsing as he started to move, sucking on my tender nub as he began to thrust in short, fast strokes. The position didn't allow a big range of motion, but Kaz didn't seem to care, and I sure as hell didn't. He switched breasts, raking those pointed teeth across the first nipple before he left it, not hard enough to break the skin, but just enough to send a shudder through my entire frame. He sucked hard on the second nipple, picking up speed as he thrust into my pussy, my inner walls clasping him tightly.
Putting all my weight on one hand, I used the other to clasp his head to my breast, threading my fingers through his long, silken hair. He rewarded the caress by slamming into me even harder and lifting a wrist above his head to my mouth.
"Bite," he said, taking a moment to switch breasts.
A mini-orgasm shuddered through me at just the thought. I let go of Kaz's hair and held his strong wrist up to my mouth, smelling the blood pounding just beneath the surface of his tan skin, mixed with the scents of sweat and sex. My fangs extended fully, and I pierced the skin as carefully as I could manage. His blood was rich with iron and that aniseed flavor I'd tasted on his skin - he was another demon - Zendir again, or something close. Was every last member of that race a fucking sex god? I sucked hard at the punctures, which had already started to close, but it was enough. Just that small taste had ratcheted my arousal to a peak, and when Kaz surged deep and shouted his release, I joined him, coming harder than I would have believed possible from a quickie in a supply closet.
We were both gasping for air moments later. I'd fallen back onto the desk, surprisingly unbothered by the fact Kaz's big form was looming over me as he braced himself up on his elbows. He kissed me deeply, his cock still twitching inside my cunt, which was shuddering with aftershocks.
He pulled back, gazed down into my eyes and opened his mouth to speak. Then his phone vibrated, rattling the pocket of his jeans against the edge of the steel desk.
"Shit." He stepped back from me and groped for his phone, pulling his pants up so that just his cock - still encased in a bright blue condom - was hanging out. He held the phone with one hand and rolled the rubber off with the other, utterly unselfconscious about me lying there on the desk where he'd just fucked me senseless.
"Get Frank over there now and I'll be there as soon as I wrap things up with a guest complaint," he said into the phone as he tossed the used condom into a trash bin. "Probably ten minutes, okay?"
He hung up, shoved the phone in his pocket and grabbed a washcloth off one of the carts. There was a sink in the corner and he cleaned up before handing me a fresh damp cloth and buttoning his jeans. While I wiped the cream off my thighs, he bent and picked up the spilled box of rubbers. With a grin, he dumped the remainder into my beach bag, which was on the floor just inside the door.
"Duty calls," he said with a shrug. "You okay?"
I found my bikini parts and pulled them into place, managing a nonchalant grin. "Never better."
"Here's my cell." He pulled a pad and pen from the desk, wrote down a phone number and handed it to me. "During the day, I'm based out of the security office, but I live in apartment 3230. If you leave a message there, I'll get it when I'm off duty."
I scribbled my phone number on another sheet and handed it to him. "You probably know what room I'm in. Feel free to stop by."
He leaned over me for one last kiss, brief but deep. "See you around, Dani DuBois. That's a promise."
After he left, I gathered up my bag and gave myself a few minutes to muster some semblance of normality before following him and making my way up to my room. When I got there, I flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Ty.
Kaz.
Oh my fucking god!
What the hell had I gotten myself into?