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Miri

E very day she had to deal with students’ parents was one day closer Miri came to giving up teaching and starting a new career. Maybe as a yoga instructor. Full figure yoga—she’d make a killing and no one would swear at her for suggesting their precious little dumpling stop eating glue.

Miri dropped her bag by the door and followed the sounds of crunching into the kitchen. Perched on a stool, Kaz sat at the kitchen island with a small mountain of apple slices in front of him. As she watched, he popped two whole slices into his mouth and crunched down.

Animals. She was living with animals.

Shaking her head, Miri crossed to the snacking demon and kissed his cheek. Kaz turned to beam at her. His smile wobbled as he caught sight of her face.

“You okay?” he asked around his mouthful of apple.

“I’m fine.” She ignored his raised brows.

Her eyes landed on a plate angel food cake. Miri glowered at the last slice sitting innocently under the plastic wrap. She had spent all of yesterday afternoon whipping egg whites and now she didn’t even want to look at it.

So much for feeling empowered after telling her mom off. One shitty comment from a misogynistic prick and she was already doubting herself.

Healing was a journey or whatever… but did it have to be so damn slow?

“The guys made sure to save the last of the cake for you,” Kaz said, pointing at the chunk of fluffy white cake.

“I don’t need it.”

The demon stared at her. His golden eyes looked her up and down.

“Seriously, what’s wrong?”

Miri shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

Rolling her eyes, she turned away from and started to clean up the counter. There was nothing wrong, she was just pouting at her own wobbly self-esteem.

Kaz stood up and kicked his stool back. Walking around the island, he never took his eyes off of her. Miri looked down at the ground. If she looked him in the eye, he would pry it out of her.

“It was just a shitty day,” she grumbled.

“A shitty day that makes you avoid cake?”

“It’s just cake.”

The dickhead’s comment was playing in her head on a loop. Fat, stuck up bitch .

Miri was confident in her body—she was strong, and curvy, and beautiful—and she knew the moth-winged jerk was just being an ass because she had shot him down.

But that didn’t mean that it didn’t sting.

A lifetime of criticism from her mother and shitty boyfriends didn’t disappear overnight, even after all these years it still occasionally clung to her mind like a dark film.

“It’s definitely something, sweet cake.” Kaz caught her chin and tipped her face back. “Tell me and I’ll make it better.”

Doubtful.

“One of the parents at the conference today was somebody I swiped past on MONSTR…”

“And?” he pressed.

“And he started trying to ask me out in front of his kid. I shot him down and…”

“And what?” Kaz’s eyes are dark and dangerous, a storm cloud crossing his face.

“He was less than complimentary.”

“What exactly did he say?”

Miri sighed. Kaz wasn’t the type to let something drop; he was going to badger her until she told him. She just wished he could’ve given her an hour to decompress at home before he started his inquisition.

“He called me a fat, stuck up bitch.”

“What’s his name?” the demon growled.

“Why?”

“So I can find him and beat his ass.”

Miri snorted. “Assaulting one of my student’s parents would be frowned upon by the school district… and anyone above the age of eight-years old.”

And she really did not want to have yet another talk with her students about keeping their hands to themselves just because Addalynn’s dad had a broken nose and delicate ego.

“Just one punch?”

“No,” she said firmly.

“Fine.” A spark turned to flames in his golden eyes.

Stepping away from her, Kaz opened the fridge and pulled out containers of whipped cream and blueberry compote. Miri watched him with raised eyebrows as he pulled the cover off the slice of cake and piled it high. He grabbed a fork and slid the berry drenched cake in front of her.

The demon caught her hips and pinned her in place at the counter.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, sweetheart.” His breath was hot against her ear as his hands started to roam over her sweater. “I’m going to bend you over this counter and you’re going to have your treat while I have mine.”

“Kaz—“

“Hush. I suggest you eat quickly—” the sharp edge of a fang nipped at her ear—“because you don’t get to come on my cock until you’ve licked up every last crumb.”

Cold air prickled her skin as Kaz lifted her skirt up over her ass. Careful of the healing tattoo, he palmed her other ass cheek and gave it a light spank. Miri hissed. Gentle golden fingertips rubbed away the sting.

“I don’t see that fork moving, Miri,” the wicked demon whispered behind her. “Eat your cake.”

Unbelievable. She was actually being tempted by a demon. Somewhere her mother was feeling a strong urge to say “I told you so.”

Stabbing at the cake with her fork, she scooped some into her mouth. Sweetness rolled over her tongue. Damn it. It really was good cake. She took a second bite.

Kaz rewarded her with his fingers reaching between her legs to stroke her over her panties. Miri quickly shoved another bite into her mouth and heard his knees hit the floor behind her.

Strong hands squeezed her ass. “I can’t believe you would think for even one second that this lush, juicy ass is anything less than perfection.”

Easy for him to say. The athletic demon tended to forget that he looked like some kind of gold plated Greek statue. He hadn’t heard “are you really going to eat that?” from his mother every time he sat down at the dinner table.

His hand slapped her ass again. “I don’t see you eating, Miri.”

Rolling her eyes, she took a bite of whipped cream. His fingers hooked the edges of her panties and dragged them down her legs. The second the fork crossed her lips again, Kaz parted her pussy and stroked his forked tongue over the aching heat.

Miri groaned through a bite of blueberries. The two points teased at her clit as he licked her from top to bottom.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped.

Kaz replaced his mouth with his fingers and dragged his naughty demon tongue back to plunge inside of her. Moaning, Miri rested her forehead on the countertop. She couldn’t help but rise to her tiptoes as he started to fuck her with his tongue.

Kaz worked fast, stoking the coals of pleasure waiting in her belly into a full blown wildfire. Miri pants as his fingers circled her clit. Was he going to forget his promise? Miri crossed her fingers and tiptoed closer to an orgasm.

The teasing tongue vanished at the first clench of her pussy. She groaned. The sharp edge of her pleasure dulled and eased back. Damn him.

Kaz gave her clit a gentle pinch between his clawed fingers and pulled away. Rising to his feet, his chest pressed against her back and he look over her shoulder. He tutted softly.

“Hmm, you don’t seem very hungry. Maybe we should do this later.”

Sadistic fucking demon.

Miri shoved herself up off the counter and crammed another bite of cake into her mouth. Glaring at him over her shoulder, she promised herself revenge. They would see who was looking smug the next time she was teasing his dick.

Kaz’s low chuckle curled in her ear. The forked tongue that had just been blessing her cunt teased the curved edge of her ear.

“There’s my girl.”

His hands dropped to fumble behind her. Kaz untied his shorts and freed his swollen cock. Pressing against her, he rested the hard length in the crease of her ass. He rocked his hips and pinned her more tightly to the kitchen island.

One foot nudged her ankle, forcing her feet a little further apart.

The demon fisted his cock and repositioned it between her legs.

With a quick thrust, his dick glided between the folds of her pussy.

The tip grazed Miri’s aching clit. Stars danced in her eyes, promising the orgasm he had so cruelly denied her.

Wiggling her hips, she tried to press against him.

His strong hands tightened on her hips, holding her firmly in place.

Kaz rocked his hips and glided through the wet heat to tease her clit one more time before he pulled back and positioned himself at her core.

The head of his cock tormented her pussy.

Just deep enough to make promises but not enough to give herself anything to clench her muscles around and sooth the ache inside of her.

“You have four ravenous demons who love every curvy inch of this body.” Kaz pressed forward an inch. “Why would you deny yourself? Hmm?”

Miri desperately pushed back on his dick, but he held her in his iron grip. Claws pricked the love handles gracing her hips.

“Another bite,” he ordered. Fangs scraped the sensitive shell of her ear.

Miri quickly shoved more cake into her mouth and was reward with another inch.

“These luscious curves are heavenly, sweetheart.” Kaz stroked his hands up her body to squeeze her heavy breasts through her thin sweater. Fingers peeled the knitted fabric down and tucked it under her breasts. “Why are you trying to take them away from us?”

Another inch pushed inside of her with a gentle thrust. Miri groaned. The demonic bastard was trying to kill her. He was going to edge right over the edge of sanity and she probably wouldn’t even get to come first. He pinched the aching buds of her nipples through her bra.

“The next time you try to starve yourself, I won’t be so nice, sweet cake.”

This was being nice ? And “starving herself”? Come on, that was a bit dramatic. It was one piece of angel food cake, not a crash diet and surviving on lettuce and chicken broth.

Miri crammed another bite into her mouth and shot him another glare.

“No,” Kaz flicked his tongue over the curve of her shoulder. “I won’t be nice at all. And it won’t just be me. We’ll all take turns bending you over this counter and pounding this perfect ass over and over again until you’re nice and agreeable and ready to eat again.”