1000 votes: Daemon's POV from Obsidian

*Spoiler Warning* DO NOT read this if you haven't read Obsidian. 

Yeah, he pretty much doesn't need much more of an introduction than that, but he does get a song. You should play and listen while reading. 

            Kat was two seconds from losing it, and I loved it. Her hands curled into tiny fists. “Like what?”

            “Well, the jumping jacks… for an hour or so should do it.” I was only half serious when I made the suggestion, but then my gaze dropped over the front of her shirt. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to see her jump around.  “You may want to change first.”

            She took a deep breath. “I’m not jumping jacks for an hour.”

            And that was a damn shame. Crimson stained the tips of her cheeks. A sure sign she was angry. I couldn’t help myself. “You could run around the house, up and down the stairs.” I met her eyes and grinned. “We could always have sex. I hear that uses up a lot of energy.”

            Her mouth dropped open. “That will never happen in a million years, buddy.” She took a step forward, raising her pointer finger at me. “Not even if you were the last—wait, I can’t even say last human on the face of this Earth.”

             “Kitten,” I murmured.

            “Not even if you were the last thing that looked like a human on the face of this Earth. Got that? Capiche?”

            I tilted my head to the side and smiled. She was really on a roll now. Eyes bright and face flushed. Part of me hated to admit it, but she was amazing when she was like this. Absolutely amazing.

            “I’m not even attracted to you. Not even a little bit. You’re—”

I was in her face before she had a chance to blink. “I’m what?”

“Ignorant,” she said, taking a step back.

“And?” I matched her steps, compelled. Compelled by what? I didn’t know.  

“Arrogant. Controlling.” She took another step back, but I didn’t let her get far. Oh no, I was all up in her face, sharing the same air. “And you’re…you’re a jerk.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can do better than that, Kitten.” And I knew she could. Kat had a mouth on her. Speaking of which, my gaze dropped. Her lips parted. Dammit. “Because I seriously doubt you’re not attracted to me.”

She laughed—the sound low and husky. Sexy. “I’m totally not attracted to you.”

I took one more step and her back was against the wall. Staring down at her, I think I may’ve forgotten to force my lungs to inhale. “You’re lying.”

“And you’re overconfident.” She wetted her lips, and energy pounded through my body. “You know, the whole arrogant thing I mentioned. Not attractive.”

Man, she was so full of it. She’d say anything to keep arguing. Placing my hands on each side of her head, I leaned down, my mouth so close to hers I could almost taste her. I doubted her lips would be sweet. More like one of those red hot Fireball candies.

I really, really liked that candy.

“Every time you lie, your cheeks turn red.”

“Nuh-uh,” she said.

I slid my hands down the wall, stopping beside her hips. “I bet you think about me all the time. Nonstop.” As much as I thought about her, which had become… nonstop, so it only seemed fair and right that she did the same.

“You’re insane.” She pressed back against the wall, her chest rising and falling sharply.

“You probably even dream about me.” My gaze dropped to her mouth again. Fireball... “I bet you even write my name in your notebooks, over and over again, with a little heart drawn around it.”

She laughed this breathless sound. “In your dreams, Daemon. You’re the last person I think—”

Tired of arguing, I kissed her… just to shut her up. And yeah, I’d keep telling myself that. Just keep right on with that train of thought. But the moment our lips met, a shudder rolled through my body and I half growled, half moaned. Because I was right—like a hot as hell Fireball.

Kat wasn’t arguing anymore. No, she was shivering. Kissing really wasn’t necessary anymore, but then she pushed off the wall, fitting her body against mine. Her fingers sunk in my hair and she moaned against my mouth.

This was so not about shutting her up anymore.

Something came unhinged in me. Like a lock that had been turned. Or a dam that burst. Or, hell, it was like being struck by lightning, ran over by a truck and then shocked back to life. I was moving and doing without really thinking.

My hands gripped her hips, and I lifted her up. Her legs went around my waist and she was kissing me right back with a passion that almost startled me, and I was hoping she didn’t notice that my hands were trembling. Hell, my entire body was shaking. There was a fire under my skin, and I was out of control. Seconds away from going full Luxen on her and what good would that do?

Aw hell, it didn’t matter. Not when I pressed into her and she made this beautifully feminine sound that really had my blood pounding. And I could feel it building in me. Pure power and it had nowhere to go but out. This had been building for months. Maybe always leading to this.

And then we were moving along the wall. A lamp toppled over. Kat didn’t seem to mind, thank God,  because I was beyond the point of caring about anything than what was in my arms.

Kat.

Vaguely, I was aware of the TV switching on and off.  I tried to rein it all back in, but her hands went to my shirt and then she was wiggling down, pulling at my shirt. I could only obey her silent command. I pulled back and let her take off my shirt.

I’d pretty much let her do anything at this point. Kind of scary…. and all kinds of hot.

I captured her cheeks, pulling her back to my hungry mouth. Man, I couldn’t get enough of her taste, of how she gave it right back to me on all fronts. Her hands went to the button on my jeans.

There was a cracking sound in the house. Most likely something had just went up in flames. But we were moving toward the couch and then we were on it, our hands everywhere, tugging on clothes, on each other.  Our hips were molded together like our lips.

Kat whispered my name, and I was crushing her against me one second and then the next, I was giving up space to explore—for me to explore. Sliding over her arm, down the front of her shirt and lower, and her shirt was off. I don’t even know how, but it was.

“So beautiful,” I said, because she was beautiful. And then I kissed her again. Kissed her until I knew she needed air, claiming her mouth as long as I could.

My body took over completely, rolling against hers, but something else clicked inside me. Another hidden door was opening. I slowed down, taking my time. Where everything had been so frantic and crazed, it was now more tender and controlled.

I was still shaking, though, on the verge of…

Of not being able to stop—not wanting to, of needing her more than I should.

I stilled and forced my lungs to work like hers. Inhaling ragged breaths that weren’t enough, I lifted my head and opened my eyes. I knew there were glowing, speaking a thousand things I couldn’t say and she’d never understand. Probably not want to hear either.

Our gazes locked. The look in her eyes, the way her body melted into mine, I knew she’d let me do…anything. But if I didn’t stop now, I wouldn’t stop ever. And even though I was prone to moments of ‘great dickdom’, as Kat would say, it wasn’t right. Not under these conditions. Not on a freaking couch. Not when her life was in my hands.

So I said the only thing that came to mind. The only thing I knew that would snap both of us back into a cold, harsh reality.

I forced my lips into the half smile I knew always got under her skin and said, “You’re barely glowing now.”

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Okay. Now, if Alex wins the Tourney, you will get the Aiden novella. A different one much sooner than the one scheduled to come out. AND. If she wins, I will post the blurb and cover of Shadows tomorrow on the blog. 

How about that?

And yeah, the #Halfbloodlegion is awesome.