Page 33 of You Give Me Fever

“Yesss, to ussssss…"

Clara couldn't help a small sound as her fear, indignation, and fury all fought her afterglow for dominance. She squeezed her thighs together. Shiver had not pulled his tendrils out of her, and she could feel her heart beating around them, fast and almost painful.

"Shiver," she said in a warning tone. "Thinking of you doesn't seem to be working."

"Oh, it is, or they would have broken the barrier by now," he said, holding her tightly but keeping her full of his tendrils. The way she squeezed him was paradise. "But we'll just have to keep it up."

Clara felt as if a large hand was gripping her around the neck, not to mention between her hips. Keep it up, meaning… keep it up.

"Can you last until ssssunrise, sweet human?"

"We have all night, yesss…”

Clara looked at Shiver and swallowed thickly. Her body was weak and trembling, and she could feel those tendrils still filling her, shifting with every move she made like a very small basket full of pythons. As the tickle of her warm arousal trailed its way down her thigh, she felt her red face go even hotter, snapping her eyes to the floor as if someone had gotten fresh at a party.

"St-stop that, you," she squirmed, trying to bat at his hands and the extra little limbs that snaked under and around her dress.

"It's helping, in't it?" Shiver couldn't help a chuckle. Was she still trying to be modest, after all they'd been through? It was so darling that he never wanted her to stop, while all the while he wanted to tear her clothes to shreds and fuck her on the floor till she screamed. "It's helping me."

“Well, who asked you?” She huffed, continuing to try and escape his touch, though it was far past too late.

Shiver laughed. This was quickly becoming his new favorite game, and the hissing and threats from the demons just beyond their barrier seemed only to make it more thrilling.

"Seven hells, Clara, you're clenched up so tight," he growled in her ear, undulating his tendrils inside her, testing to see if she might let him keep working on her. "If I'm going to keep you entertained, I think you might need to relax a little first."

"Shiver, I can't," she said quietly into his collarbone, unable to keep up her biting tone. If he wanted her to beg, she'd beg.

"You did once," he reminded her, as if either of them could forget the explosion mere moments ago. Very slowly, very gently, Shiver resumed fucking her with his bundle of tendrils, in and out at such a deliberate pace she might almost have ignored it. Almost. "But I'll need you to be very brave and do it again. And after that, again, as many times as it takes."

Clara pressed her hot face to Shiver's chest, clenching her knees together tightly and uselessly tugging down the hem of her dress. His trick was certainly working to keep her focused on him, but was it enough to make her forget the ocean of glowing eyes watching their every move?

"Don't worry, baby," he said, sliding his tendrils out of her and stroking back her hair. "I'll make sure you don't get bored."

He reached down to yank her panties off the rest of the way and let them fall to the floor. Shushing her little gasps of protest, he wrapped his tendrils and hands around her thighs and lifted her up to his shoulders, burying his face between her legs with the groan of a starving man.

"What—oh!" Clara flailed to grab hold of something—a ceiling beam, a light fixture, anything—and her hands found his horns, holding them tightly. He answered with a groan that vibrated through her like a coal train.

Seven hells, her taste on his tongue made him wild as a beast. He felt carnivorous, straining at his leash so as not to swallow her down in one gulp. Shiver could hardly hear those lovely cries and gasps with her thighs pressing so hard against the side of his face, but he would be happy to let her smother him, just like this. She loved him—this realization kept playing upon his heart in a sporadic rat-tat-tat like an inattentive drummer, now pounding away at his rib cage with a bruising rhythm. She loved him, she of all creatures on earth and below, and the joy of it, the need for her, the feral rage at any force trying to get between them, was making him half mad with hunger and heat.

“You’re so—damned—beautiful,” he groaned, twisting his tongue through her folds like he was tasting an overripe mango.

Clara’s gasps were mixing with cries as she fought and failed to keep it down, even with her hand clapped over her mouth tight enough to bruise. She could see all the eyes around her, the grinning teeth, the shadowy arms that reached for her on the other side of the glowing barrier. Terror gnashed at her, but Shiver’s mouth was far more effective. Every flutter of his tongue and press of his lips drove her fear further and further back until she was riding his face, holding his horns like the handlebars of a bicycle.

Shiver jerked and clamped his hands down harder on her thighs.

“Look at me, girl,” Shiver reminded her in a growl before he returned to his work.

Clara did look at him, and the sight nearly sent her over the edge. His eyes were glowing that bright blue, staring right up at her, balancing her on his shoulders as if she weighed nothing, tongue buried inside her so deeply she felt it in her throat.

“Look at uusssss,” other voices called out, but Clara was too focused on Shiver.

Her eyes were locked onto that flashing blue that glared up from between her thighs, daring her to look away, daring her to not come for him, and promising such glorious retribution if she did so that she was tempted to misbehave.

As if reading her thoughts—and she felt him so deeply inside her, he may well have been able to—Shiver gave a subtle shake of his head. The threat and the motion of his lips against her as he did so made Clara jump and grip his horns tighter for balance.

Shiver moaned, his whole body spasming with that hard grip of her tiny little hands. Fuck, keep it together. He could keep her just like this, on his shoulders and on his tongue, until the sun rose—but not if she kept doing that.

“Shiver, please,” she whispered, hoping the other demons couldn’t hear her. “They’re all w-watching us, I can’t.”