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Chapter 17 - Demon Aphrodisiac

"A shower?" Roxy playfully batted her eyelashes at Gunner, knowing full well that her mascara was running and her makeup was dripping down with sweat. "You don't find demon blood sexy? I thought your kingdom used the musk as an aphrodisiac?" She teased.

White brick walls parted for open night sky and the dim glow of the city skyline beyond. Gunner laughed. "I find the woman underneath all that mess sexy." Beneath a lone street lamp, Gunner's Jeep came into view as he slowed with a crunch of his heels against gravel. "I don't think I smell the best right now but, just hold that thought." He grinned. "I can have us home in five minutes."

"Don't we have to give a statement to the police first?" Roxy pointed towards the squad cars gathering on the other end of the parking lot by the emergency room's entrance. She didn't want to be responsible with her pulse racing and such delightful temptations waiting for her.

Gunner hit a button on his key fab and unlocked the jeep doors. He pulled open the rear passenger door and set Roxy down on the bench seat. "We could. It is an option."

Roxy laid against the leather seat, her arm still around his neck. She looked at him with another flutter of her eyelashes. They were in the hospital parking lot with a gaggle of police nearby. They were survivors of an attempted shooting. Roxy was the named target of Richard's aggression. If he survived being electrocuted, he'd stand trial. Indulging in her desires right now was a risk, they were bound to get caught. But the thought excited her. She was supposed to be a villianess. She was victorious over those that opposed her. Her prize was ready for the taking. "Or?"

Gunner glanced over his shoulder and then back to Roxy before closing the door behind him. He leaned over her, his face hovering just above hers. They were close enough to kiss. "You're more daring than I remember, Ayla."

Roxy remembered all those nights they spent together on the road as Mannu and Ayla. They watched countless moonrises, traced the trajectory of stars, and fought countess battles together. Their lives were joined by a mutual sense of duty to protect Alpeach and its people but they had their own reasons for fighting. Accepting fate was a powerful choice that led to years of blood, sweat and tears on the road with a distant hope that there would be a home to go back to.

Ayla had always enjoyed Mannu's company. A stoic warrior who was always on her side. Even today he'd seen she was uncomfortable and intervened. He didn't question her sanity about the ritual circle. How might it have been for them if Richard had never shown? If she'd acted on her attraction to Mannu? It was not her people's custom for women to be aggressive. Perhaps, Mannu had also been waiting for her to express a desire for more than friendship.

But that was another life. Ayla and Mannu had missed their chance. Roxy and Gunner were still alive. They had reunited against several powerful foes and emerged victorious. Gunner clearly wanted intimacy with Roxy. And Roxy... had a handsome, muscular man in a drenched torn shirt leaning over her with a hard on. The only thing between her and an invigorating evening with Gunner was a decision and thin fabric. She had to decide, act now or get forever stalled by waiting as more things come up.

Roxy closed the distance, pulling Gunner into a passionate kiss. One hand steadied him as he indulged Roxy, his lips eagerly meeting hers as their tongues wrapped around each other. The other slid over her left leg, pushing up the hem of her dress as it lingered on her hip. His fingers lightly traced the top curve of the black lace, dipping down with a tug against the fragile fabric, tugging the ties that kept them on free.

She shivered with anticipation as his exploration ventured downward, his hand sliding between her panties and her skin as he pulled them out of the way. He teasingly paused with a tap of his fingers once they landed at the apex of the curve. Her pulse raced as he tested her eagerness with an inquisitive slip of a fingertip, tracing small circles. Each brush of skin sent an exhilarating jolt through her. He massaged between her legs, muffling her contented gasps with his mouth as he probed deeper, making her squirm against him.

Gunner shifted his weight over top of her as she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. His hand was trapped and teased deeper. She wanted to feel him with an urgency she hadn't known before. She felt his rapid pulse thudding against the soft skin of her lips and straining between her thighs. She broke away, trying to gain her breath again. "I've always wanted to know how it felt to have you inside me, Mannu," she purred in his ear.

He grinned as he quickly kissed her, pulling away and left her wanting more. "I can't ignore such a request." She loosened her hold on his hips. He retracted his hand, hurriedly undoing his belt and the button on his slacks while Roxy wiggled her hips against him in a slow tease. He chuckled, "So impatient."

Roxy helped him free his impressive length with an appreciative stare. "Very." She ran her hand along the shaft testing its girth and feel against her palm. The thought of what came next heightened her anticipation as Gunner toyed with her, rubbing and teasing her with his fingers without going deeper. "Hey!" Before she could finish objecting to being made to wait, he kissed her, muffling all protests.

When Roxy started to writhe under his touch, he slowly eased the tip in. Impatient from the teasing, she finished guiding him inside her. He wasn't in a hurry despite the risk of discovery regardless of how much Roxy was pushing him. He'd waited years to see her and even longer for them to be together. A few more moments to enjoy their first encounter was doable.

Roxy wanted to remember this encounter in what years were to come. There was no telling what was going to happen next. Live or die, they had faced two demons tonight and won. Her goal of killing Richard was done. Victory was there to celebrate with the most intense aspect of life they knew. If she were to die tomorrow, she would've happy.