The Demon Queen's Desire

A Girl Unlike Any Other

[Ford]

When Madison came to the table, I almost started drooling. I f*****g love redheads. Her hair was like rubies shining in the glitter of the little twinkle lights on the ceiling. She was so tiny, with a devilish figure, and big, innocent brown eyes.

The short leather skirt hugged her hips and her pale skin looked amazing against the dark green shirt. When she sat and crossed her legs, I could see she was wearing stockings held up by garters. My favorite type. The little red bows teased along the bottom edge of her skirt.

I cursed my luck. She was looking for something else. No woman who looked like that ever wanted me.

They talked a big game but ran when it came time to leave. I saw her look me over briefly, then look away and start scanning the room. Even if she didn’t want me, I could enjoy imagining all the things I could do with the little redhead.

As she pulled a cherry from the top of her drink, she seemed completely oblivious to my presence. I was paying attention to her, though. The way her lips slipped over the fruit and her teeth gently tugged at it to remove it from the stem. I thought about what it would be like to steal the cherry from her with a kiss, what her mouth might feel like on me.

Goddess, help me. I was going to embarrass myself with this girl. I managed to rein myself in even after she said she was horny and not wanting a toy.

Most werewolves could contain themselves, but as their power levels increased, so did their volatility. I was an Ulric, and that was the top of the werewolf food chain. When Jamison came up and started talking to Madison, I almost ripped his head off.

He nearly killed Betsy, the waitress he was dating three months ago. The only reason he wasn’t dead was that she’d begged me not to hurt him. I wasn’t going to let that piece of s**t touch a woman in my bar. Especially Madison.

No one could touch her but me….

Where did that come from?

When Jamison left, I saw Madison stand, and I worried she’d be afraid of me or was running away. The women who’d been pawing me earlier were leaning away and looking at the ground. It was pretty common among shifters when a dominant got angry, but this little human girl stared up at me with concern. Not for herself, but for me.

My stomach twisted as I looked down at her. I liked her pixie face. She had those enormous eyes and a small nose with a heart-shaped mouth and a point to her chin.

I could imagine picking her up and carrying her around, tucking her under my arm, or holding her in the curve of my body. She couldn’t have been much over five feet tall. Most of the women I slept with were taller. The difference was appealing.

After the girls went off to dance, I thought about what had just happened.

She wasn’t afraid of me. I’d never had someone look me in the eye when I was angry. It was dangerous most times, but her eyes soothed me. I sat and took a drink before looking up at the girls. The attention of pretty much every man in the bar was on them.

They danced close, rubbing and touching each other as they ground their hips together.

Holy f**k!

I lost my control and started bulging in my pants. They would definitely feature in my mental theater for a while. The movements of their bodies excited me in a way I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

It was even better because they’d come sit with me when they finished. Every man in the bar would see these beautiful women join me at my table, talk to me, smile at me, and they’d be jealous. I wanted to know what it felt like to have other men be jealous instead of pitying me because of the women I was with.

I had to pull the skanks’ hands off me when they started trying to touch me through my pants. That wasn’t for them. I wouldn’t let them ruin my memory of this night.

“I’m not lookin’ for a bed warmer tonight. No amount of alcohol is gonna make either of you hot enough, or me dumb enough to change my mind,” I grumbled.

“You seem to be pretty hot for that little bit of fluff.” Hissy snarled. “She’ll probably run and hide once you unzip. Trix and me could take you easy. We’ll even do a two-fer. Her and her friend can’t offer you that.”

“I’d rather sleep alone than with you and your friend. Do you understand?” I said coldly with a sneer. “Get away from me.”

The women left the table. They were soon with a couple of guys who were probably more than happy to say they tempted women away from Duncan Stanford. If nothing else, it would imply the women saw them as more virile. They could have them.

Some time later, a couple approached me and asked if they could borrow a few chairs for a table nearby, and I agreed. We only needed three. While sipping my drink, I couldn’t help but watch the girls dancing more. Goddess, they were amazing.

When they were done, Madison and Serena returned to the table. Madison picked up her drink and downed about half. It didn’t surprise me. They’d definitely had a workout. Serena sat in the seat on my left and reached across the table for her drink.

“Where are your friends?” she asked.

“They wanted to go and I didn’t so I told ‘em to leave,” I explained with a smile.

Her eyes darted as she looked at where Madison was standing. Madison set her drink next to mine and slipped into my lap. I froze.

She fit perfectly into the curve of my arm and chest. I sat, staring straight ahead, as Madison laid her head on my shoulder and traced my jawline.

Terry was trying not to stare and pretended to clean the bar. She ended up right near the bulge in my pants. I could feel her hip rub against me while she reached to run her fingers along my skin.

“What’re you doin’, kid?” I strained.

“No chairs, I’m a little tipsy. I need to sit. You’re pretty cute,” she murmured, nuzzling my neck.

I looked to my right. The other chair was gone. Someone must’ve taken it. I wasn’t entirely upset by the situation. Now I would be better able to imagine how her body felt, how she smelled, the sound of her breathing.

“Looks like she picked, then.” Serena laughed.

“I thought she was lookin’ for somethin’ else.” I swallowed as Madison’s fingers traced my throat and collarbone. She sighed.

Goddess, I loved the feeling of her gentle touches that focused above my waist. No woman felt as right in my lap as she did.

Carefully, I put my hand on her hip and she pressed herself against me even more. She wanted me. She couldn’t handle me, but I didn’t mind having her in my lap for a while. It would make my fantasies better, remembering the feel of her plump little ass on me and her gentle touches.

“Strong, solid, confident, a little sweet, two eyes… sounds like you, chief.” Serena grinned.

Madison sighed contentedly as she ran her fingers over my collarbone and along my shoulder. I’ll never forget that sound. She was just happy to sit on me and touch me. I saw Terry turning away quickly when I looked up. He was probably as shocked as I was.

“Do you have a car?” Serena asked.

“Motorcycle. Why?”

Serena smiled deviously. “Could you give us a ride home? I don’t think she’s in any condition to be trying to pick someone up. If you aren’t interested, we really should leave. She makes poor decisions if she drinks more after getting cuddly,” she explained.

“You two are pretty small. I could probably fit you both on. Where do you live?” I asked.

“We have a place at the lot in the warehouse district.”

“You live in the warehouse district? Seriously?” I sighed. It wasn’t too far but, as far as I knew, no one lived there. “Yeah, I can do that. A couple glasses of whiskey didn’t do much for me anyway.”

“We have some one-hundred-year-old scotch at home. I’ll gladly give you a glass or two as payment when we get there,” Serena offered.

“I’m in. Let’s go.” I grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair and escorted the two small, young women out of the bar.

If nothing else, it got me away from those women and I could have a cute girl in my lap for longer. I wondered why they lived in the warehouse district, but it wasn’t for me to judge. I lived in the abandoned, overgrown pack lands outside town with Rao.