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"Change," I growled in a whisper, practically panting in his ear.

He didn't move. I felt him shiver, and his breathing got heavier. I imagine he closed his eyes.

"CHANGE!" I demanded loudly, then pulled his head back by his hair. He gasped, then I watched him clench his fists and I felt him tremble under my hand as he let out a roaring growl.

Once his transformation was complete, I pulled his head back, still holding his hair, and devoured his neck, sucking and biting until I heard him let out a growling moan. I released my death grip on his hair, and he immediately jumped up, knocking the chair over in the process.

He looked into my golden eyes for the briefest of seconds through his own glowing silver eyes, then grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around, pushing me into the table. He smashed his mouth to mine, pressing himself into me. He lifted me into the table like I was weightless, and my legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.

I felt his hands tug at the bottom of my shirt, then I felt their warmth and strength on my stomach and sides. His hands explored my belly, chest and back as if he didn't know every inch of me already.

Every sensation was heightened for both of us by being in our alternate forms, and the feeling was inexpiable. Jack moved to my neck, finding my sweet spot and making me cry out when he began to nibble and suck, and I could feel him once again marking me as his.

I opened my eyes to see him staring right at me, devouring me with his gaze. My body was moving with his as he pressed into me, and I leaned back when his hands ripped at the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I followed suit and ripped his shirt from his back, pulling it over his head with one hand in one swift motion.

We were both shirtless, and he was still standing in front of me, pressing me down into the table, my legs still wrapped around him. He was definitely in charge right now, and the change in roles was thrilling and turning me on more than ever.

"Demon," I growled as I was looking at him, panting and trying to catch my breath, "do you think you have what it takes to control me?!"

"We're going to find out, Angel," he whispered, then kissed me again with the fury and fire of a thousand suns.

He put his hands under my ass, and lifted me straight off the table like I weighed nothing. He started walking, but he didn't go where I thought he would. I was expecting him to carry me up the stairs to our bedroom, but instead he turned and pressed my back into the wall.

"You weigh nothing while I am in this form," he said to me and laughed. "I can do with you whatever I please. I like having control over you," he said through half-closed, shining silver-blue eyes. I could feel him pressing himself into me, and he was rock hard. He lifted me again and set me on the kitchen counter.

I explored his neck with my mouth, wanting to taste every inch of him, and I felt him pop the button on my jeans while I was marking his neck, sucking and biting furiously. I could hear and feel his breath getting heavier and quicker as he pulled my jeans and boxers down, leaving them in a heap on the kitchen floor.

"What… about Mekiah? She… could be… back soon…" I whispered, but Jack just laughed and said "that just makes it more exciting!" and he kissed me again, while popping the button then tugging at the waist of his own jeans.

Oh, god! What have I done?!

My mind was racing, my heart was pounding, I could hear my blood roaring through my veins, my supernatural senses were going crazy! Everything felt amazing, and once again, like so many times before, it all felt new and right and scary and intense.

I kissed him again, deep and long, relishing in the feeling of his warm, naked body pressed against mine. "How badly do you want me, Nephilim?" he whispered into my ear, and it sent chills down my spine. Oh, god, I wanted him so badly, I needed him to the point that it almost hurt!

"I want you so much, Demon," I panted, begging, "I need you… please…" Jack moved his hand to my mouth, and I sucked on his index and middle fingers, making them incredibly wet, knowing what he intended to do next. This was mostly unexplored territory for me, as I was always top, but the thought of Jack taking control of me was intoxicating. I couldn't say no… and I didn't want to.

I could feel his right hand creeping downward, and his left hand found its way to my hair. Jack wrapped his fist around my hair and pulled my head back, kissing my neck right at that sweet spot, making me relax and melt into him as his fingers made their way into new territory.

I let out a moan, but I didn't let myself tense up. I just melted into the moment and allowed myself to enjoy the sensations that I was feeling. Jack made it easy, making my mind drift into pleasure I have never known. He worked his magic with his tongue on my neck, and I didn't even realize he was three fingers deep until he pulled them out and I felt him guiding himself in.

I closed my eyes and held my breath for pain I thought would come, but never did. Jack was very skilled and gentle (for a demon) and I almost came after his second thrust, the feeling was so intense and unbelievable, but he saw the look on my face, laughed, shook his head and said "oh, no no no! I can't have that now, can I? That would just be too soon and too selfish!" I groaned with want and need.

He clicked his tongue on the top of his mouth, and kissed me while moving slowly, oh so slowly, finding that magic spot that made me scream with pleasure.

"Jack! I…"

"Look at me, Mark!"

I opened my eyes and stared into his silver-blue eyes with my glowing golden gaze. Jack placed both of his hands on the sides of my face and kissed me, thrusting slightly faster now, our stare never breaking.

Jack pulled back from our kiss, but he kept his hands on my face, my hands were on his hips, pulling him harder into me with every thrust, keeping a steady pace, still staring into his eyes. I was moaning louder and panting harder than ever.

"Fuck!" I whispered, "Jack… I can't… I'm…"

"Mmhmm… Go ahead, Mark… Go now!" He growled, and that was all it took. His last thrust was hard and intentional, and I felt him fill me, I felt my own warm, wet release onto my belly.

Our eyes never parted.