Last Minion Standing

Chapter Four

Dressed to kill, literally, with knives strapped to my thighs under my miniskirt and needles in my upswept hair, I went dancing. I would have taken Jezzie along, for I never could stay mad at my best friend for long, but she claimed she needed to work on the next day’s competition. I briefly thought of helping her, but honestly, if I didn’t blow off some steam I’d probably snap, and not in a good way.

I ended up returning to the club of the previous night where I’d met Drake for the first time. I’d never gotten to check the inside out what with all the distractions going on, so I found myself curious.

The lineup outside didn’t daunt me, my super wet lip gloss and the twenty I slipped the bouncer ensured my prompt entry into the thumping building. The DJ apparently enjoyed a deep beat, for I could feel the bass, like a heartbeat, vibrating throughout my body.

I gyrated my way onto the dance floor. I closed my eyes and let myself go to the wild rhythm. As usual when I became one with the music, I attracted attention. Bodies, both male and female, brushed against me. I didn’t bother looking, it was the same everywhere I went. Even with my power turned off, as soon as my hips got going, humans just couldn’t resist me.

I don’t know how long I swayed and gyrated, but I suddenly noticed the mortals brushing against me moving away and I could have sworn I heard a thump and a grunt as the guy dirty dancing against my ass abruptly disappeared. A new body took his place and moved in time with me, one which sent a familiar tingle through my body.

Instant heat flooded me. Drake. I’d subconsciously hoped to run into him. His hands came to rest on my waist, big hands which burned my bared skin. His groin, flush with my ass, thrust and rubbed against me in a decadent dance. I leaned back into him, lifting my arms to drape around his neck. This gave him access to my neck and he took advantage, his lips blazing a trail which sent an electric jolt right to my cleft.

I didn’t want the song to end, my desire flaming higher and higher as we moved in time. My sex moistened and quivered in anticipation.

His lips slid from my neck to the shell of my ear. “Baby, do you know how good you smell? I want to taste you. Lap your juicy little pussy ‘til you cum in my mouth.” Oh, fuck. I almost melted into a puddle on the floor. I turned around and plastered myself to his front. Ignoring the tempo of the music and the crowd around us, he slowed our dance even as my pulse raced faster.

I threaded my fingers into his silky hair and tugged him down to trace the lobe of his ear. I whispered. “After you lick me, I want you to fuck me, hard.” I didn’t so much hear his groan as felt it, his whole body shuddering in reaction to my words. His firm hands slid from my waist to my full bottom and he cupped my cheeks, molding me firmly against him. And I mean firmly. His erection pressed moltenly against me even through the fabric which restrained it. My pussy answered its call by soaking even further. If this kept up, I’d have a puddle under my feet.

Deciding we needed a little more privacy, because cops frowned on public fucking, the prudes, I slipped out of his grasp. I gave him a come hither look, one he quickly understood, and tugged him by the hand. Instead of following, he took the lead, his broad presence ahead of me making the club patrons scatter. I enjoyed the novelty of not having to push and shove my way out, just another reason a minion would be useful, especially a hot one like Drake who I could think of so many uses for.

We emerged into the cooler night air and instead of being pulled along, I found myself tucked into Drake’s side, his warm, heavy arm draped around me pressing me tight against his side.

“Where are you taking me?” I queried.

“Close by,” he growled.

He wasn’t kidding, we’d only gone a block, when he pulled me into a dark alleyway and pressed me up against the brick siding of a building. Scorching lips found mine in a passionate kiss which shot tingles from the top of my head right down to my toes. I opened my mouth and his hot tongue teased mine, the wet, sensual touch making my channel tremble pleasurably.

His hands caressed the bare skin of my waist, and I silently willed them to move lower. Like a mind reader, he skimmed lower, and tugged up the loose fabric of my mini skirt. Having worn a G-string, his hands immediately made contact with the skin on my full ass and he groaned against my mouth.

“You are so fucking hot.”

I loved it when a guy talked dirty to me, but right now I wanted action. “Shut up and touch me.”

With a chuckle against my mouth, his hands got busy. One slid between my thighs and rubbed against the wet crotch of my panties. I dug my fingers into his shoulders. I needed to because my legs had turned to mush.

Drake continued to stroke me through the fabric of my undies and I mewled and squirmed, so hot and horny I knew it wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge.

“Tell me what you want?” he growled in my ear before biting the lobe.

I didn’t reply, just slid a hand between our bodies and squeezed his hard package.

His rumbling groan accompanied his hips thrusting into my cupping hand.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

At my words, I felt his hands on either side of my hips and a tearing sound followed by fresh night air on my lower lips which signaled the demise of my panties. Offending material disposed of, his hands came back to cup my bottom and he lifted me, pressing my molten core against his still hidden cock. The rough material of his jeans as he rubbed me against him made me throw my head back and moan loudly.

Even lost in the throes of passion, I couldn’t miss the distinctive smell of brimstone.

“Demon!” I hissed. Drake immediately set me down, my skirt fluttering down to cover my bare crotch. I opened my eyes to scan the alley. I would have seen a lot more if Drake hadn’t placed himself protectively in front of me. Totally macho, so totally hot.

But I was a modern girl who didn’t need saving from a man, and besides I really wanted to kill whomever had interrupted what was shaping up to be my greatest orgasm ever.

I slipped to Drake’s side and looked at the demons who’d come to pay a visit. Red skinned with long curving horns, these beasts were one of the nastier castes from Hell.

The biggest of them took a step forward and spoke. “Leave shifter, our business is with the girl.”

Drake’s a shifter? I stored this interesting tidbit for later. Apparently I had a date with some thugs. Before I could say a word though, Drake spoke for me, with his fist.

The lead demon flew back and hit the opposite wall with a loud crash. He slid down the dented wall and slumped to the ground. For a moment I wondered just what Drake’s animal was because it took a lot of bloody strength to knock out a demon.

“Who’s next?” asked my hero, um, I mean my wanna-be minion.

Four more demons stepped forward and I admit, I was impressed. Five demons to handle little ol’ me. Ha, they’d obviously never watched me train. My dad had made sure at an early age I knew how to defend myself. He said a girl should be able to back up a

“No” in case it wasn’t heard. I always found it ironic that my dad, the demon of lust, ended up being an overprotective father. He claimed it was because he knew what males were thinking and no way were they doing those dirty things to his little girl.

But back to the fight. Drake charged the demons and I would have applauded his balls— I bet they’re huge— but I had my hands full with the two demons which leapt up and over his mad dash. In a flash, I’d palmed my silver daggers, enchanted ones of course, nothing but the best for daddy’s girl.

They tried to flank me, but I kept the wall to my back and when they dove on me, I sprang up, then down, one high-heeled foot kicking out to one side while I slashed towards the other side with my blades. I connected in both instances and was rewarded with grunts of pain.

However, it wasn’t enough to make them back off. The next few minutes were a blur as I dodged, feinted and stabbed, the exhilaration of the fight making me laugh.

“Come on you pussies,” I taunted. Enraged, they charged me.

A slice through a hamstring here, a stab which nicked an artery there, a well-aimed kick at a pair of sensitive demon balls and suddenly I found myself whirling to see my attackers disappearing through a portal back to Hell.

“Come back,” I yelled at them. “I wasn’t done with you yet.” A deep chuckle accompanied with clapping made me turn to see a deliciously rumpled and sweaty Drake. I gave him a mock bow.

“I have to give you credit,” he said shaking his head ruefully. “You really can take care of yourself.”

“Thank you,” I replied primly. My insides quivered in pleasure though. I liked compliments as much as the next girl.

“Let’s get you home before they come back with friends.” I followed him out of the alleyway and watched as he hailed a cab. When it arrived, he opened the door and handed me in, then closed it. I quickly cranked the window down and frowned at him.

“Aren’t you coming with me?” Translation: “Aren’t you coming home with me so I can fuck your brains out?”

He answered me with a hard kiss. My toes curled and my pussy started to throb. He broke off the heated embrace, his eyes glowing. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Then he tapped on the taxi’s roof and stepped back. I refused to turn around and look at him with the stupid look females always have in movies. And the tears in my eyes weren’t frustration, they were rage. How dare he leave me horny, again!

“Bloody fucking hell!” Drake’s anger coursed through him and needed an outlet. His fist hit the brick wall where just moments ago, he’d almost taken Sally. However the pain didn’t clear up the white hot rage still enveloping him at the knowledge the demons they’d fought wanted to hurt her.

How dare they!

His beast roared and screamed in his head. Violent thoughts raced through his mind’s eye as his animal came up with ways to punish the perpetrators, nasty, bloody,

permanent

ways. Revenge was why he’d sent her away even as every ounce of his being had screamed for him to go with her. To claim her and place his mating mark upon her body, a warning to those who thought to hurt her.

But he wouldn’t force his brand upon her until she agreed to it, possessive as both he and his beast felt. Life with his feisty intended would be a lot easier if she thought she had a choice.

However, while he worked on gaining her trust and affection—and invested in a jock strap for she hadn’t seemed happy he’d sent her away—he could use his skills and call in a few more favors to discover who dared try and hurt his woman.

And when I find them, I shall let them meet the wrath of my beast.