Kiss of Death: Hell on Earth Series, Book 3

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by Davies, Brenda K.


  However, this man wasn’t acting like a beast, and I found myself aching for him in a way I’d never ached for another. I clasped the bulge in his pants and squeezed it. “Is this the cock you want me to suck?”

  “Keep teasing me, and I’m going to turn you over and fuck you now.”

  There was the demon I was more familiar with, and though I yearned for his mouth between my thighs, I almost rolled over and spread my legs for him. I’d never wanted a man inside me as badly as this one.

  I stroked his erection as his eyes darkened and a vein appeared in the center of his forehead. “You’re not getting inside me until you go down on me.” And then, because I sensed I might have pushed him too far, I murmured, “Please.”

  His hands gripped my thighs, and his eyes held mine as he jerked me toward him. I gasped as I found my ass almost off the table, but before I could react, he knelt between my legs. My heart thudding against my ribs was a drumbeat I was sure he heard.

  “Don’t forget your promise,” I whispered.

  He smiled at me, and my eyes remained riveted on him as he bent toward me. Helpless to do anything else, I leaned forward to watch his head between my thighs. When his tongue licked my clit, little bolts of electricity raced over my skin.

  My hands gripped the edge of the table as he parted me with his fingers and thrust his tongue inside me. My body became boneless, and though I wanted to keep watching him, I fell back against the table.

  Grasping my ass, he lifted it in his palms and pulled me closer to him as he feasted eagerly on me. The sensation of his tongue, his hands, and the scrape of his fangs against my flesh had me panting for air as my hips rose and fell with the rhythm he set.

  I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I needed… needed him to….

  He took one hand away from my ass to rub my clit as his tongue delved into me.

  That was what I needed!

  My back arched off the table as a cry erupted from me. I kept waiting for the waves to crest, but they pounded through me as every nerve ending I possessed came alive. When they finally eased, I collapsed onto the table and gazed at the ceiling as I tried to get my bearings. I loved sex; I relished in the sensuality of it, but I’d never experienced anything like that before, and I craved more.

  I somehow restrained myself from tearing off his clothes when he rose over me. However, the mindless impulse vanished when I saw the ravenous look in his eyes.

  “I’m a canagh demon, Aisling.” When he first uttered those words, I hadn’t cared what he was. I’d been with plenty of demons, and some of them were more than a little frightening, but they all ended up being fun.

  The look in his eyes was anything but fun. It was more than torment, more than starved. It was almost pained as he undid his pants and pulled them down his hips. He tugged his shirt off to reveal his rock-hard pecs, chiseled abs, and the V of his hips pointing toward his thick erection.

  What are you doing? This man is going to feed on you!

  The part of me that still identified as a human was prepared to leap off the table and run screaming. The wilder part of me had embraced my demon side, and it clamored with excitement as it told my human side to shut up. Unable to stop myself, I caressed my breasts before running my hand down my stomach while I admired his exquisite physique.

  Years of training and battle had honed this man into a mouthwatering specimen who was going to be inside me. My thighs parted further in anticipation of him stepping between them. This man was mine for the night.

  As I’d anticipated, his gaze latched onto my hand and followed it. “Did I fulfill my promise, Aisling?”

  The huskiness of his voice caused me to shiver in anticipation. “I’ll let you know once I learn how good you fuck.”

  He caught my hand when I went to dip it between my legs. “I’m the only one who will be inside you, owning you.”

  The human part of me contemplated punching him in the face for that comment; no one owned me. But I couldn’t deny I wanted him to own me.

  What is wrong with you?

  I didn’t have an answer, but none of my experiences with demons had ever been like this. Raising my arms over my head, I wiggled as I smiled at him. “I’ll be the judge of who owns me, but I think it’s time to back up all your talk.”

  His smug smile should have warned me, but I was unprepared for him to grab my hips and flip me over. I cried out as I found myself gazing at the table, but the sound quickly became one of excitement as he parted my thighs with his leg and guided the head of his cock to my entrance.

  My muscles clenched around him, and I bit my lip as I stretched to accommodate his size. I took him deeper until he settled inside me. His body pressed against my back as he rested his hands on the table beside my head.

  The sensation of his skin against mine as he lay deep inside me was almost too much; I had to fight the inexplicable urge to start weeping. He felt right in a way nothing ever had before. I belonged here, with him.

  Once the silly idea worked its way into my head, I couldn’t get rid of it, but I had to, or I would get hurt. Demons saw sex as a passing fling, and so had I for the past two years; I couldn’t let that change now.

  But when he bent his head to nuzzle my ear and his breath warmed my cheek, the urge to cry hit me all over again. This is just for fun! Get your shit together. You don’t even know his name.

  When he lifted his hands and pulled away from me, I waited for him to pound out his release within me, but he remained unmoving. Then, his fingers traced my spine to my ass in a caress that undid me more than the orgasm he’d given me.

  Chapter Six

  Hawk

  As soon as I entered her, I knew something was different. No, I’d known something was different while I was feasting on her and absorbing her energy. But now that I was inside her, a change crept over my skin and seeped into my bones. Her skin was like silk beneath my hand as I ran my fingers over her back.

  She’s mine.

  I didn’t know where the idea came from, but as soon as it hit me, I knew it was true. This woman was mine. She was created for me.

  Slowly, I pulled out of her and slid back in. When she groaned, I tenderly enclosed my hand on her throat and lifted her head as I bent over her. I couldn’t kiss her lips, but I could taste her flesh. I kissed her ear and then her cheek as I inhaled her scent while feasting on the energy she exuded.

  When she turned her head to kiss me, I pulled away. She blinked as if shocked at herself before giving me a playful smile. I would explain why I couldn’t kiss her later, but I was too lost in her to form words right then.

  I carefully pulled her further off the table so I could run my hands down the front of her. I cupped one of her breasts, and it filled my hand as I gave her nipple a gentle tug. She moaned in response, and when I did it again, she wiggled her hips against me.

  As I moved in and out of her, the energy she created drifted into the air on waves. This was a common phenomenon when I had sex with others, but I wasn’t used to the strength of the waves or seeing color in them. Usually, they were clear ripples that stirred the currents of air, but Aisling’s had a faint orange hue to them as they flowed into my skin, seeped into my cells, and filled me in a way nothing ever had before.

  When she arched into my touch and cried out, starbursts of energy filled the air as her climax generated more power. My gaze latched onto her neck as the impulse to sink my fangs into her shoulder rocked me.

  I had to brand her and make it clear she was mine.

  * * *

  Aisling

  My fingers clawed at the table as an even more intense orgasm rocked my body. I collapsed onto the table and tried to catch my breath, but he didn’t let me go as he continued his relentless possession of my body.

  And it was a possession. He’d been right; he owned me in a way no one had before, and my body responded to the demands of his again.

  “Don’t stop,” I panted, though I was sure I’d bitten off more than I
could chew with this demon. “Don’t stop.”

  His low growl gave birth to butterflies in my stomach and something else. I poked at my incisors with my tongue as a strange tingling started in them. And then they lengthened at my prodding. I almost shrieked when two tiny fangs emerged where none were before.

  What the…?

  I didn’t have a chance to figure it out before he pulled out of me and rolled me over. I forgot all about my new fangs when my gaze met his. Those beautiful, indigo eyes were bright against the shadows surrounding him. He’d looked tormented before, but his face had eased, and he almost looked vibrant as he clasped my wrists and leaned over me as he pinned them to the table.

  He was gorgeous, and he was mine. My tongue touched those fangs again as he entered me once more.

  * * *

  Hawk

  The power of her orgasm lingered on the air; I wanted to continue feasting on her and absorbing all she had to offer, but I had to shut down my ability. I would injure her if I kept feeding on the vast energy she emitted, and though it still wavered on the air between us, I didn’t take any more.

  I admired her exquisite body as she moved against me. Years of training at the wall had left her lean and fit, but she still had curves in all the right places. I couldn’t get enough of gazing at her and watching her reactions while I moved within her.

  An odd yet familiar pressure filled my shaft when her back bowed. As a human, I’d known the pressure of my semen, but once I became a demon, I stopped experiencing the sensation as my body changed.

  Now it was back, and I nearly bellowed with the joy of its return. The male demons didn’t know what they were missing by not being able to ejaculate until they found their Chosen, but I had known, and no matter how much I still enjoyed sex with my partners, I was always left with an unfulfilled feeling afterward. But not this time.

  Lifting her off the table, I gripped her nape as I braced my legs apart. Her nails dug into my back as she rode me, and when her eyes latched onto my neck, I saw the glint of fangs that hadn’t been there before.

  Mine. She’s mine.

  The thought kept racing through my mind as she lowered her head to my shoulder. Her lips brushed my skin before her fangs pierced my flesh, and she released a muffled cry as she orgasmed again. Helpless to do anything but follow her over the edge, I sank my fangs into her shoulder.

  My cock pulsed as I came in a rush and almost collapsed onto her. Holding her against me, it took all I had to stumble to the cot and collapse onto it with her. We lay in a tangled heap on the small bed. My mind raced with the implications of what just transpired while her breathing gradually returned to normal.

  “You kept your promise,” she murmured.

  I chuckled as she nestled against me, and after a few moments I brushed back her hair to discover she’d fallen asleep. I ran my fingers across her cheek as I studied her, making sure she was all right. Because she filled me more than anyone I’d ever been with, I’d taken less energy from her than I usually took from others, but it might have been too much.

  Her skin color remained good, and her breathing steady. When I cupped her face, she smiled in her sleep. I hugged her as I closed my eyes and relished the feel of my Chosen in my arms.

  Chapter Seven

  Aisling

  Exhaustion clung to me as I cracked my eyes open to discover an arm draped around my waist. I tried to recall who that arm belonged to and why they were still in my tent. It was only good demon manners to take your ass home when you finished with someone. And if the soreness between my legs, my tiredness, and the limpness of my bones was any indication, someone had finished with me in the most amazing ways.

  And then I recalled the indigo-eyed, dark-haired stranger who did the most wonderful things to my body. It may have been good manners to leave when someone fell asleep, but I was ready for more of what he’d given me last night. If it was still early enough, we could get in another round or two before I had to be on the training field.

  He could leave after I finished with him; I ignored the twinge to my heart such a prospect created. I didn’t want him to go.

  Don’t be a human about this!

  I gritted my teeth as I steeled my resolve. We would move on, as demons always did and I’d enjoyed it over these past two years. Arriving at this camp had given me a new assortment of demons to choose from, and there were some I’d still like to try. I’d take my mind off this strange demon with one of them.

  I ignored the nausea twisting in my stomach at the idea of another demon. And then, when I thought of him with another demon, my teeth ground together and my fingers dug into my palms.

  It was time to take a break from sex. When I first learned what I was, I hadn’t seen a reason not to indulge myself. I was more demon than human now, and I couldn’t get pregnant or carry a disease. I may be immortal, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t die, and life at the wall was dangerous, so I grasped what little joy there was here and cleaved to it.

  Plus, I wasn’t ready to settle down, and I loved sex, so why not indulge in it?

  I had my why not reason lying against my side. His warm breath tickling my nape made me doubt things that were so simple yesterday. And what kind of a demon was he? What demon had a soul, fangs, and could ejaculate?

  I’d never heard of anything like that before, but I’d felt the pulse of his shaft when his sperm filled me. Maybe he’s like me and was a human who found out they were part demon.

  My brief hope over this died away. When I became immortal, my reproductive system transformed into a demon’s, and I stopped getting my period. But just because that happened to me didn’t mean it would happen to every human who learned of their true heritage by becoming immortal.

  A loud siren began to wail; it echoed over the land and reverberated around the tent. What is that?

  I was so caught up in my thoughts that I couldn’t register what was happening. Footsteps thundered past my tent and shouts rang through the air, and then I realized what the sound was. My heart lodged itself in my throat, and before I could toss the arm aside and bolt from the bed, someone thumped against the side of my tent. The canvas rippled from the blows.

  “If you’re in there, Ash, get your ass up!” Zanta shouted. “We’re under attack.”

  The panic in my friend’s voice rattled me more than the siren and shouts. Zanta had taken me under her wing when I learned I was a demon and showed me the ropes of my new world. She’d faced countless enemies before, but I’d never heard a hint of panic in her voice.

  I tossed the man’s arm aside and leapt to my feet at the same time he sat up and shoved himself off the cot. I yanked a pair of pants up my hips and buttoned them before putting on my bra and tugging on a shirt.

  I put on my socks and shoved my feet into my boots before lacing them and tying my hair into a bun. Rushing over to my weapons trunk, I threw open the lid and removed my holster; I pulled it on before inserting two handguns and a trench knife into it.

  I slid my hand through the brass knuckles making up the handle of my other trench knife. I could create fire, and my ability had gotten stronger over the past two years, but it wasn’t my best defense. Bullets wouldn’t kill a demon, but they would wound one enough I could cut its head off before it recovered.

  When I turned to the front of the tent, I discovered the man was gone. I ignored the stab this inflicted to my heart as I ran for the exit. Flinging open the flap, I plunged into the night and almost smacked into the back of him.

  He caught my wrist when I stumbled back and helped to steady me. One of the drakón swept overhead and down the other side of the hill as it headed toward the training field and woods beyond it. A burst of blue fire erupted from its mouth as it scorched the earth.

  The glow of its fire illuminated thousands of enemy troops spilling from the woods and racing toward the wall. And those were just the ones I could see as they continued to flow from the woods. I understood the panic in Zanta’s voice now as countless
demons poured toward us.

  “My God,” I breathed.

  I was far from the gateway when it opened and unleashed Hell on Earth, but I suspected it looked much like this as the freed demons overtook everything in their way. The craetons—those demons who once fought for Lucifer and now followed the remaining fallen angels and horsemen—seemed infinite in their numbers as they spread across the land.

  I ducked and covered my head with my hands when the wings of the second drakón swept so close to my head it nearly tore my tent from its moorings. When they kicked up from the ground, dirt and rocks pelted me in the face as some of the tents tore free and tumbled away.

  I lowered my hands as the second drakón unleashed a wave of blue fire before sweeping high to follow its mate. The first drakón was already dipping down to scorch the earth again, but as its fire consumed our enemies, more flowed around their bodies as they charged forward.

  “I don’t suppose I could talk you into going to the hall,” the man said.

  The hall was where the children, some of their mothers, and those unable to fight would shelter, but it was not where I was going.

  “No, you can’t,” I told him.

  He looked strangely disappointed for someone who had known me for less than six hours.

  “I didn’t think so,” he said before grasping my arm and pulling me forward. “We have to go.”

  I staggered after him as we plunged through the tents. I’d been in fights before, nothing to this extent, but I could do this. I would do this. I was a soldier, a demon, and I had no other choice.

  Gunshots and explosions rent the air as screams echoed through the night, but the tents blocked my view of what was happening. I ran faster, eager to break free of here so I could see what was happening and fight.

  We were almost out of the tents when a lumbering beast staggered out from between the tents. Its yellow eyes landed on us, and it charged. The man released my wrist and ducked as the eight-foot-tall creature swung a lobster-like claw at his head. Judging by its foot-long snout, crustacean-like hands, and armored plate on its chest, this was a lower-level demon. It wasn’t as powerful as the higher-level demons, but the thing looked like it could squish an elephant.

 

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