Seduced by a Demon King

by Heaton, Felicity

  On a low growl, he kissed her deeper still, demanding more of her as a need shot through him.

  A need to dominate her and wrest control from her.

  An urge to make her submit to him.

  She moaned and writhed against him, breathless as their lips clashed, tongues tangling. Her small fangs scraped over his lower lip as he did his best to keep his larger ones from harming her. They ached as he kissed her, throbbed with a need that he fought to deny and keep from his mind, struggling to focus on why he was doing this.

  To give her pleasure. To feed her.

  Not to steal control from her so she would be compliant when he sank his fangs into her, marking her flesh.

  He pinned her harder against him at that thought, as if it had unleashed that desire, allowing it to slip beyond his control. He tried to claw it back again as the urge to kiss along her jaw and down her throat burned inside him, followed by a tempting vision of him bending his head and sinking his fangs into the delicate arch of her neck.

  He shuddered, entire body quaking and heating at just the thought of marking her.

  Suki broke the kiss, stealing his focus from the urge to bite her as she leaned back in his arms, her dazzling heavy-lidded eyes holding his.

  His female was satisfied.

  He had done that, had fed her and made her boneless.

  He raked his own hooded gaze over her and groaned at the sight of her, so wanton and beautiful in his arms with her hair flowing like a waterfall towards the warm sand and her breasts threatening to spill from her violet leather corset as she breathed, sunlight caressing her wicked curves.

  The low rasp of his voice shocked him as he uttered, “Did I taste good?”

  She moaned, skimmed a teasing finger down the valley of her breasts and up again to trace the line of her throat up to her lips, and grinned. “Like the most expensive meal on the planet times one thousand.”

  His horns flared, hunger sweeping through him again as his fangs elongated and his ears grew pointier. “Do I taste better than every other male you have ever kissed?”

  Her incredible eyes went a little wider before narrowing on his, her smile turning teasing as she whispered, “You’re a jealous sort. First you don’t like men looking at me, and then you want to be the best I’ve ever had.”

  He was jealous, but that wasn’t where either of those things had stemmed from. He didn’t like males looking at her because they had no right to gaze upon the curves of his female. He wanted to know he was the best she had ever had because he would go mad if he wasn’t, because it would mean that someone else out there had managed to please her better than he could.

  Noise shattered the silence.

  Suki grimaced, pushed from his arms as she righted herself and plucked the phone from her skirt. She pulled a face at it and swiped her thumb over the screen, silencing it.

  “I need to blow off some steam. Someone got me all riled up.”

  He assumed that someone was him judging by the pointed look she gave him.

  “I can think of ways to blow off steam.” Ways he shouldn’t be considering. Not yet anyway. But gods, he wanted her.

  She snatched his phone from his pocket and played with it, lifting it up in front of her. It made a noise and she frowned at the screen and repeated the action.

  “What are you doing?” He tried to see the screen, but she turned her back to him, leaned it against his chest and lifted the phone again, pressing a button on the side.

  When she turned it around, a picture of them filled the screen.

  She nestled closer, took hold of his arm and draped it over her shoulder and chest, and took another photograph. She smiled at this one. He did too. He liked the sight of them together, holding each other like that. When she lifted the phone again, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head.

  She flipped the phone to face them. “Oh, I like this one.”

  She did something with her phone and his, and the image appeared on it too. She wanted a picture of them together? His heart warmed and he held her closer. The pleasurable feel of her body against his was short-lived. She wriggled free of his grip, pushed his phone into his hand and played with her own.

  He flipped through the images, getting the hang of the device. She had taken a lot of them, but his favourite by far was the last one, the one she had liked too. She radiated warmth and light in that picture, as if she was happy, and she looked good in his arms, as if she really had been made to be in them.

  Music started playing, a different sound to the video she had shown him before, but not as grating as the music in Underworld had been. It had a good beat and an interesting rhythm.

  He glanced up when she started moving and froze, utterly enthralled by the sight of her as she began dancing, swaying in time with the beat, a sensual and alluring sight that arrested his heart and had his shaft hardening in response.

  “I love dancing.” She kicked off one boot and tried to keep dancing as she tackled the other one, sending it flying across the sand in his direction.

  Tegan stared at her. Would she ever stop surprising him?

  “What kind of music is this?” He listened to it as he watched her spin and twirl, kicking up sand as she lost herself in the rhythm and began singing along with the male.

  “Country.” She beamed at him. “It’s good for dancing. Lots of guitar and great beats, and a dash of romance.”

  He wasn’t sure what a guitar was. He presumed it was an instrument. There was so much about this world he didn’t know. He felt it keenly as she rattled off a list of the musical genres that she enjoyed and the ones she despised, and he tried to keep up.

  Did she think less of him because she had to explain everything to him?

  She pirouetted towards him, stopping only when she was right in front of him, and grabbed his hand. He resisted when she tugged him towards where she had been dancing, drawing a pout from her that had him relenting. He swallowed hard when she placed the hand she held on her hip and swayed against him, an expectant look on her face.

  He did his best to dance with her, but this wasn’t dancing as he was accustomed to and he felt clumsy as he tried to figure out where to put his feet and what to do with his hands. The way she moved was so fluid while he was so rigid, stiff where she was sensual, awkward where she was confident, rubbing against him briefly from time to time to tease him.

  Gods, she was beautiful.

  She shone with life, with happiness and joy, taking so much pleasure from this simple act.

  She spun to face him and he caught her, pulled her to him and met her gaze. She stilled in his arms, heat and surprise washing across her eyes, and then began swaying with him, a slower dance that was more his tempo, one that had him losing himself in the moment, another one he would cherish for the rest of his days.

  Her sultry gaze lowered to his lips.

  Tegan obeyed her silent command, dipped his head and kissed her, softer this time. His lips played against hers, each sweep affecting him deeply, until he was breathless, utterly lost in her, and on fire with need.

  She was breathless too as she pulled back, as she stroked her hands over his chest, her eyes hazy as she murmured, “I’ve never kissed like that. It’s never been like that. It was incredible.”

  Her eyes darted to his and away, leaping to the sand to his right.

  She didn’t need to fear. He wouldn’t preen and puff his chest out because of what she had said. He had enough self-control to maintain some dignity around her.

  Although, not all of it.

  He stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt, stripped it off and tossed it onto the sand.

  She gasped, her eyes enormous and ripping at his control as she raked them over his bare chest. “What are you doing?”

  “I am going for a swim. I have not swum in a long time, and I need to cool off before I go too far with you.” He toed his boots off, leaving them on the sand near the one she had practically kicked at him, and r
eached for the laces on the front of his black leathers.

  “How long is a long time?”

  He lifted his head, pausing at untying his leathers. “Worried I will drown? You will just have to swim with me then.”

  Disbelief coloured her gaze. “Who are you?”

  He frowned.

  “You’re so different… change so damned often I can’t keep up… but I like it.” Her lips curled in a faint smile. “Playful demon is a new one for me.”

  He grinned and shoved his leathers down.

  Her mouth gaped open, her focus dropping to take all of him in as he kicked off his trousers and turned his back to her, facing the ocean.

  She muttered, “This side of you is shooting straight to the top of the list of my favourite personality traits.”

  His backside was on fire as her gaze drilled into it and his entire body heated as he heard her grumble.

  “You have an ass that would make even the best sculptor weep because no one could ever do that justice. Words fail me.”

  That put a little swagger in his step as he walked towards the sea, the feel of her eyes on him rousing a fierce need to turn and let her get a good look at him, to show her what she was resisting whenever they kissed and he felt her drawing away from him, attempting to stop things from happening between them.

  Things he wanted to happen.

  He waded into the water, smiling as she cursed him in the fae tongue for stealing the lower half of his body from view. He could understand her concerns, but he was strong enough to handle her, and there was only so many times he could deny his need to please her, to give her everything she needed from him, before he cracked and his instincts seized command and took the choice out of her hands.

  He turned to find her still standing on the shore, looking shell-shocked. The water was clear and calm around him, sunlight rippling across it as it lapped at his waist. He looked beneath the surface at the sand and the fish that began to gather, grinned and dove into the water. It stung his eyes, blurring his vision as he tried to capture one of the fish, and he broke the surface.

  Tegan stood again, coming to face Suki where she stood on the damp sand near the water.

  Water ran in rivulets down his chest as he brushed his hands over his hair, sweeping it back from his face.

  Suki whimpered, “Dear gods.”

  Every inch of him burned in response, aching with a need of her that wouldn’t be denied, not this time. He was glad the water was colder than he had anticipated, because it cooled the hot iron of his cock as it hardened beneath the surface. He waited, heart pounding, nerves beginning to trickle through his veins with the fiery rush of his blood as she lingered, just gawping at him.

  What was he doing?

  He was meant to be keeping his distance, making sure this female really wanted him. He stared at her, deeply aware of her gaze as it travelled over him, devouring every inch of his chest.

  She did want him.

  The female standing on the beach staring at him as if she was starved and only he could satisfy her wasn’t looking at him that way because he was a king. She was looking at him because he was just himself, and apparently, she liked him.

  She proved that by suddenly teleporting into his arms.

  He caught her, a grin stretching his lips as he planted his hands against her ass and hauled her against his body. Her lips clashed with his, her chest straining against his with every panted breath she drew as she wrapped her arms around his head, cupped the sides of it with her hands and kissed him. He groaned and held her aloft, his head tipped back as he kissed her, every brush and sweep of her lips over his a wicked sort of bliss he never wanted to end.

  She trembled in his arms, her petite body shaking as she kissed him deeper, sweet moans escaping her every time their tongues touched. He groaned and shuddered as her tiny fangs scraped over his lower lip and she sucked it into her mouth, her body working against his now, a desperate edge to her movements that had him kissing her deeper, because she needed more.

  She broke away from his lips, her hands firm against his shoulders, scalding him and igniting a need inside him, a hunger to feel her fingers traversing his body, to see her delight as she explored it and feel how much she desired him.

  Him.

  Not a king.

  Just him.

  A warrior. A demon. A male who needed her more than anything in this world.

  Her male.

  She had stopped the kiss, but she continued to writhe against him, a pained edge to her expression as her face twisted, brow furrowing and tiny fangs tugging at her kiss-reddened lips. She needed more. Stopping kissing him hadn’t stopped the fire that burned inside her, had her wild in his arms, restless with an ache that he could sense in her.

  One that roused a powerful primal instinct within him.

  His female was on fire and he would die if he didn’t give her the release she needed.

  Which made that seed of suspicion bloom swiftly inside him, startling him as he stared at her, unable to believe his luck as something hit home.

  This slight, dazzling and vexing female might just be his fated one.

  CHAPTER 16

  Things were getting out of control and fast. Suki was meant to be seducing the demon, but the demon was seducing her. She couldn’t get enough of him. He was naked against her, hard, and damn, she wanted to see him in all his glory, but she couldn’t peel herself off him to get a good look. When she stroked his smooth horns, he bucked against her, grunting in a way that left her in no doubt that he liked her touching them.

  She tried to curb her desire, but control was beyond her, no matter how fiercely she fought the needs running rampant inside her, hungers that had her fearing she would hurt him.

  Hungers that were so intense she couldn’t deny them.

  He wanted her.

  She wanted him.

  Why deny herself the pleasure of learning his delicious body? He desired her, was hard for her. This was her chance to take things to the next level and prove to herself and the clan that she could seduce a powerful immortal, without needing to read his aura.

  But what if he wasn’t strong enough to survive it?

  What if she lost control?

  Cold swept through her but he didn’t give it a chance to take hold of her, to dampen her desire for him and the deep ache in her belly, one that demanded satisfaction.

  He kissed her again, the brush of his fangs against her tongue as his tangled with it sending a thrill through her, one that had all reasonable thought burning away, leaving only need behind.

  She needed him.

  She wrapped herself around him and teleported to the shore, to the rocks that spilled close to the water, ones that had featured in a naughty dream she’d had of him. He didn’t stop kissing her. His mouth continued to master hers throughout the teleport, tearing down her defences, ripping apart her control.

  Why deny herself?

  Why deny him?

  He wanted this, she could feel it in him, could taste it in his kiss, his desperation a heady drug that she revelled in together with his desire, passion that she had stoked with only a kiss and looking at him.

  She didn’t want to wait any longer.

  She pushed out of his arms, earning a low growl from him as he reached for her, trying to get her back into them. She evaded him and planted her hands against his chest, shoved him backwards so he fell, his spine meeting the curved rock.

  Her breath rushed from her.

  “Sweet gods,” she muttered, eyes wide as she took in the sight of him, every process in her body shutting down in response to the glorious vision of masculinity and divinity in front of her.

  His eyes darkened, that corona of violet-red spreading across his irises as he stared at her, hunger etched on every handsome line of his face as he held his head up. His horns flared, curled around like a ram’s and had her aching to touch them again.

  But touching the rest of him took priority.

  She
slammed her palms against the wide hard slabs of his pectorals, brushed her fingers through the dusting of black hair on them, and leaned over him to lick the valley between them.

  He was officially hers now.

  She licked it, she owned it.

  That was how mortals worked with food apparently and she was appropriating it for her own use.

  Although the delicious slice of grade A male in front of her was more than just food to her.

  More than a host.

  He groaned and leaned his head back as she worked her way downwards, swirling her tongue around both of his nipples before tracing the peaks and valleys of his stomach. She counted the ropes of his abdomen. Two. Four. Six. Eight! She shivered and tongued his navel, earning another husky moan from him as he tensed, which tore a moan from her lips as his muscles bunched, hitting her with another fix of his godliness.

  He was strong.

  She told herself that on repeat as she travelled lower, following that trail of hair that had teased her from the moment she had first seen it, a path she had been itching to take ever since and one that had prominently featured in her dreams of him.

  Heat burned against her, drawing her focus elsewhere, and she eased back and gazed down at his cock.

  Good gods.

  She fell to her knees before him.

  He pushed himself up on his elbows on the rock, a concerned edge to his pleasure-addled expression as he rasped, “Suki?”

  She stared at his erection where it rose from a nest of black curls, thick and long, the sight of it stealing her breath as a thousand hungers surged through her, demanding she sate all of them. It wasn’t hard to pick one.

  She wanted to suck on that lollipop and taste him as she worshipped him like he deserved.

  Her hand shot to his cock, wrapped around it and gripped it hard as her belly fluttered, the heat pooling at the apex of her thighs soaking into her shorts as she rose to her knees in front of him. He groaned as she stroked him, his legs falling open, head smacking back against the rock. The clack of his horns hitting it was the most erotic thing she had ever heard, a reminder of their existence that had her squeezing her thighs together as pleasure pulsed through her.