“They seem pretty happy.” Eliza sighed as they stopped in Vikarr’s office. Doma meowed and stretched before she trotted over to Vikarr. Eliza watched him pick her up and kiss her furry head. She looked away and thought of the same gentle kiss he had just given each of his friends and wondered why she was so bothered by it.
“They are.” Vikarr held Doma in one hand against his shoulder and picked up the tablet on his desk before he shifted them to the apartment. “I will probably spend a few days here looking things over. I am several months behind the others, I don’t want to burden them with inexperience.”
“How very diligent of you.” Eliza watched him sit Doma on the floor and toss her a mouse. “I liked your hair better down.”
“I like it up.” Vikarr let his hair fall loose. “But I’ll wear it down at home.”
“I’m going to go change.” Eliza announced and slammed her door behind her. She had so many aggravating thoughts she wanted to sort through and she could not concentrate with him in the room.
“It’s like we’re always having two different conversations.” Vikarr muttered to himself as he sat on the couch and unlaced his boots. He listened to Eliza pacing her room as he started to go through messages from the rest of the Council. There was guidance and wisdom amongst the gossip. He grinned at the screen and laughed as the kitten hopped into his lap with its massacred gift. “What have I gotten myself into, Doma?”
“Are you too busy to talk?” Eliza returned to the room in grey flannel pants and a tiny grey t-shirt. She sat on the couch facing him and nudged his leg her bunny slippers as Doma swatted at the fuzzy ears. “Like actually talk. I have things to sort out, too.”
“These are cute.” Vikarr smiled and tugged at the ears on her slippers. “We can talk. I’m just reading.”
“All those friends of yours drop ‘Lords’ and ‘Masters’ like a leper drops fingers and toes.” Eliza pouted. “You don’t expect me to…”
“I don’t.” Vikarr laughed. “As long as you remember to offer them respect, I doubt they much care if you give them their titles. If they do I’m sure they will let you know.”
“I meant the married ones. Like, do I have to call you that?” Eliza clarified. “Because ‘Master Vivi’ sounds fucking stupid.”
“Vivi will be fine on its own.” Vikarr giggled. “Why are you even worried over something that trivial?”
“Because if I have to sit in on your powwows I need some idea of what’s going on.” Eliza sighed and leaned closer to look at his screen. “What are you looking at?”
“My new colleagues.” Vikarr offered her the computer and she poked open Asura’s profile.
“There aren’t many girls in your new club.” Eliza wasn’t as concerned with the gender bias as she was by the fact she would be there as silent arm candy while Vikarr flirted openly with married women. “Guess I should be glad it limits your options. Especially since one is six inches tall.”
“Why are you so insistent that I am incapable of fidelity?” Vikarr laughed. “And what makes you think gender limits my options?”
“There’s a picture I did not need in my head.” Eliza smiled at him.
“Sorry, lovely.” Vikarr pulled the sticks from her hair and tossed them onto the floor before he slid his fingers back through her hair to knock it loose. “I was adventurous before we met.”
“Hands.” Eliza dodged away from him and poked through more information she was probably not supposed to see. She laid the tablet behind her. “This is all confusing.”
“I’ll need that back if you’re through with it.” Vikarr held out his hand and instead of returning his computer she used it to pull herself up and straddled his lap. “You are more confusing than anything on that device. You just asked me not to touch you.”
“I want you to tell me why you shut me down.” Eliza sat his hands on her sides and rested her own on his shoulders.
“I gave you a more than adequate answer to that already.” Vikarr slid his fingertips under the edge of her shirt. “If you want a simpler one…”
“I want an honest one.” Eliza sighed.
“I’m not in the habit of lying.” Vikarr pulled her close. “The answer I gave you was honest, I only omitted a small truth that you would have considered a lie.”
“What truth?” Eliza told herself to pull away but there was something about the way he held her that made her melt. His fingers just sitting in her hair at the base of her neck and the arm along her spine, his opposite hand pressed into the small of her back to keep her close.
“That I have fallen in love with you.” Vikarr looked at her sadly. “I want you to…”
“Then why are you sad?” Eliza touched his lips. “According to your weird rules I’m already yours.”
“Physically.” Vikarr grinned. “I told you I wanted more than that.”
“Well, you’ve done everything else backwards.” Eliza had one last chance at a fairy tale. It needed work. She smiled at him and took his face in her hands. “I’m going to give you a chance to prove you can be a proper prince, but I’m a stubborn princess.”
“And how should a prince go about courting a princess so stubborn?” Vikarr raised his hands beside him and smiled. “Especially without the use of his hands?”
“I can maybe let you bend that rule.” Eliza pulled his arms around her. “If you promise to behave.”
“I don’t like behaving.” Vikarr caressed her back beneath her shirt and whispered. “What if I want to break your rules?”
“Keep your pants on, Vivi.” Eliza laughed and let him pull her closer. “I might let you break a few of them.”
“Let me take you to bed, lovely.” Vikarr licked the edge of her ear as he ran one hand up her back beneath her shirt and slid his other hand into the waist of her pants. His seduction was interrupted with his own laughter as Doma attacked his toes. Eliza looked at him confused and he explained as he picked up Doma with his foot. “Doma is trying to spoil my fun.”
“You’re such a freak, Vivi.” Eliza reached for the kitten in his finger like toes and pet her as she held her between them. She saw the screen on the computer light up across the couch and reached for it. As she handed it to him she teased him. “And who said you were going to have any fun?”
“Thank you.” Vikarr wrapped one arm around her as he looked at the message from Kage that the Council would soon meet again. Vikarr smiled as he sat the interruption aside. “You are stunning, my lovely.”
“I’m in PJs, Vivi.” Eliza rolled her eyes. “How have you ever talked anyone into bed?”
“Is that a challenge?” Vikarr chuckled and took Doma from Eliza’s hands and set her aside to remove another distraction. “I was complimenting you, not your attire. Not that it will matter shortly.”
“And why is that?” Eliza grinned.
“Because you were about to undress for me.” Vikarr smiled as she flushed. Her sharp retorts escaped her and she started to succumb to the force of his desire, a seductive quality that was nearly unmatched in his kin. Vikarr was not even tapping into the magic he was the unquestioned Master of. “I could use your collar to force you to my bed, but I’m not going to have to. Am I?”
Eliza shook her head slightly. It was like he had her under a spell, his eyes and smile became fiercely seductive, there a subtle, sensual dominance in his voice that made her breath quicken. Eliza had the feeling he could have done this all along, his touch was making her shiver and she couldn’t look away from him.
“Feeling vulnerable, lovely?” Vikarr ran his hands down her arms and took her wrists to fold her arms behind her. She nodded and he licked up her neck making her sigh. “Don’t worry. I’ll obey my beautiful princess and stay dressed, but I want a taste of what you are denying me.”
“What are you doing to me?” Eliza was nearly panting.
“Nothing intentional. I have a unique set of talents and sometimes this happens.” Vikarr grinned and picked her up as he stood. “You would already be begging for seconds if I were actively trying to seduce you.”
“I thought a succubus was supposed to be female.” Eliza pressed against him as he carried her down the hall.
“They are.” Vikarr laughed and stood her on the bed in front of him. He laid his hands on her waist and smiled up at her. “I created the race. Beautiful creatures. My skills, however, are a bit more potent. I’m afraid my desire for you is making it difficult to suppress.”
“I don’t trust myself right now…” Eliza pushed his hands to the edge of her pants. “You promise you are staying dressed?”
“At least this time.” Vikarr winked at her and slid her out of her pants before he gave her a gentle push and she fell back into the bed. He crawled between her feet and slid up to her letting her legs rest over his shoulders as he made good on his boast to make her forget all others. Eliza nearly sung his name as she fell victim to more than his seduction. Vikarr was justified in bragging about his capabilities and she started to plea for more than his tongue. He crawled over her and licked his lips as he smiled and teased her with his fingers. “This is all you get today, princess. You made me promise.”
“Can I at least stay in here with you?” Eliza pawed at him. “I still want to talk.”
“My bed is yours, lovely.” Vikarr slid an arm under her as he laid beside her. “You still have questions?”
“All new ones.” Eliza admitted and pulled the side of the blanket up over her waist as she turned to get closer to him. “A lot of them.”
“Ask.” Vikarr licked his fingers.
“You are such a pervert.” Eliza flushed. “It’s like you bleed sex. How many…”
“Please don’t ask me that.” Vikarr pulled her against him. “We can discuss whatever you would like, but don’t ask me things that will make you hate me.”
“As long as you keep your promise to me; I will promise not to get angry about your past, Vivi.” Eliza smiled and clutched handfuls of his shirt. “But if you expect me to give you a chance, I need to know you.”
“There have been many lovers, I couldn’t give you an honest number.” Vikarr answered as well as he could and hoped honesty would overpower any anger over it. “A few thousand were my own creations, there have been hundreds of demons and of humans. Very few were more than once. None were more than a means to sate purely physical desires.”
“A few thousand?!” Eliza imagined the shock on her face read as disgust but she couldn’t help the reaction. “Fuck. Do I have to play step-mother to a bunch of little Vivi’s?”
“No, lovely.” Vikarr closed his eyes and hoped she could forgive one of his only regrets. “There was only one child and it was born to a mortal a very long time ago. An act of pity when I found the mother begging her gods for a child her mate could not give her. The race was still young and I was curious. It was meant to be a gift. The child caused her death.”
“That’s awful.” Eliza looked at him sadly. “What about the kid?”
“A daughter.” Vikarr sighed. He hadn’t even given thought to it in thousands of years. “But I could never claim to be a father. I did not know her. Only her name. Yajna.”
“Well did she have kids?” Eliza asked and he opened one eye. “You never thought to find out if you have a family?”
“No.” Vikarr laughed. “It would be nearly impossible to trace back that far. I don’t have the skills for such things.”
“Well, who would?” Eliza asked. “Doesn’t it bother you at all? I mean you’ve lived all this time. What if you had met a great-great-grandkid? What if I’ve eaten one?”
“You have strange ideas.” Vikarr smiled and hugged her. “If you’re that curious; ask Lucifer, he is more well versed in the unique talents of his demons. You are welcome to go on a scavenger hunt.”
“I might just do that since you think I can’t.” Eliza stuck her tongue out at him. “I told you I wasn’t going to play the quiet wife.”
“I wouldn’t want you to.” Vikarr smiled. He fully expected her efforts to be fruitless, but her interest in him was comforting. She found something to focus on beyond the more lurid details of his past. Eliza may not love him, but she was trying to accept him. “Next question.”
“Next question can wait.” Eliza pressed against him. “According to the clock behind you, it’s tomorrow.”
“So it is.” Vikarr turned and smiled. She had been watching the clock as she asked her questions. His stubborn princess was waiting for the expiration of his promise. Eliza sat up beside him and pulled off her shirt. Vikarr leaned up on is arm and ran his fingers up her stomach. Now he could finally play with her. “Is there something you wanted to do today, lovely?”
“We’re on our honeymoon.” Eliza grinned. “So make it official.”
“You want me to take you?” Vikarr slid his hand further until he could wrap his fingers behind her neck and pull her down to him. He interpreted her sigh as he licked up her neck as a decided ‘yes’ and bit the edge of her ear before he whispered his own rules. “Then show me, lovely. Seduce your prince.”
“Now you’re just being mean.” Eliza pouted.
“Come now, lovely.” Vikarr kissed her cheek before he laced his fingers behind his head and laid back against the pillows. He grinned at her wickedly. “Talk me out of my clothes.”
“Would you be terribly disappointed if I told you I wouldn’t even know where to start?” Eliza looked away a bit embarrassed by her own lack of experience. “The few times I’ve bothered. And I stress FEW. It was kind of just… I’ve never needed to try.”
“You wouldn’t.” Vikarr smiled. Eliza was beautiful, she undoubted had received hundreds of offers. Vikarr wrapped the long talons of his foot around her arm and gave her a little tug to make her sit between his legs. “But you don’t expect me to believe you have no ideas. The club you run should have filled your head with all sorts of indecency.”
“I dance and I eat.” Eliza laughed at his assumption. “I don’t peep on the patrons and I generally turn away when they forget to go upstairs first.”
“Then I’m going to have to teach you.” Vikarr took her hand in the talons of his foot and laid her fingers at the waist of his pants. “Let’s see how much you can figure out on your own first.”
“Your feet are freaking me out a little.” Eliza laughed when he folded his legs behind her and clutched each of her shoulders with the strangely long toes. She continued sarcastically. “That helped. You’re also freakishly limber.”
“Which I promise you will learn to enjoy.” Vikarr smiled. “That is, if you ever get me undressed.”
“You say you want me; then make me wait. You are impossible.” Eliza looked at the thin digits on her shoulder. She was not as bothered as she claimed to be. It was a little strange, but everything about Vikarr was strange. It was part of his charm and she was finally starting to appreciate it. “It’s going to be a long day.”
“I hope so.” Vikarr sat up and kissed her. With his hands in her hair and his feet still clutching her shoulders to further demonstrate just how limber he was. She returned the passion in his kiss and twisted her fingers in his shirt at his sides. Vikarr smiled as he leaned back and watched her blink open her brilliant green eyes; they were just as fiery in passion as they were in anger. He chuckled as he pulled off his shirt. Vikarr was never so easily swayed, but she would be his always; there would be plenty of time for games and he wanted her just as much as she now wanted him. “You win.”
“Just be careful with me.” Eliza smiled and let herself fall against his bare chest when he let go of her shoulders and unfolded his legs. “You’re my first demon.”
“Watcher.” Vikarr corrected and rolled her to her back as he shed the rest of his clothes. “And I will be your only.”
“Okay, Master Vivi.” Eliza teased him and Vikarr grinned with a wicked satisfaction as he gave her a reason to appreciate him further.
“Careful, princess.” Vikarr was more tender with Eliza than he had ever been with anyone before her. For the first time he was not just fulfilling his own needs and showing off. “I might begin to like that.”
“I might begin to like you.” Eliza wrapped her fingers in his hair and tugged it as she smiled. “A little.”