Demon's Embrace

by Devereaux, V. J.

  A bolt of fire shot through Ash from his nipple to his stiffening cock as her warm mouth and sharp teeth closed on him. He pulled her hips more tightly against rigid shaft.

  It was the mischief in her eyes that warned him just seconds before her fingers flipped the button on his jeans to release it and swiftly drew down the zipper to free his straining member.

  Ash groaned as her fingers closed around him.

  There were more reasons than one why he loved this woman, why she was his mate. This was one of them.

  With the shadows closing around them, he held her car door open for her.

  Her eyes glinted in the fading light, a playful smile teased at the corners of her mouth as she slid inside the car.

  Given how hard his cock was, Ash couldn’t bring himself to zip his jeans up again, but his shirttail hid the evidence of his arousal as he went around the car. He reached for the top, drew it up over the interior and fastened it.

  Even as he slid inside he shifted from human to Daemonae, his hand on the button that adjusted the seats to send them back. His own was already back as far as it would go to accommodate his long legs but the seat backs dropped even as he kicked free of his jeans in the cramped confines of the car.

  At last his tail was free, his wings tight against his back.

  Sliding his free hand up one shapely leg and beneath her light sundress, Ash found a pleasant surprise. Then he spotted her panties on the floor of the car. She’d stripped them off while he walked around. Another reason he loved her. Her pussy was already wet in anticipation of his touch, her thighs damp.

  In the rapidly dimming light and the shadows of the car, Miri’s green eyes gleamed as she looked up at him.

  Ash chuckled and shook his head at her.

  Letting his tail tease lightly at her pussy freed his hands so he could unbutton the front of her dress slowly, revealing her to him bit by bit like a marvelous present. The ripe lush mounds of her breasts, caught in pale green lace that nearly matched the misty color of her eyes, swelled within the confines of her bra.

  A breath sighed out of him and he blessed Gabriel for her thoughtfulness.

  The dip of Miri’s waist was exposed to him. Her navel was a shadowed hollow in her pale abdomen. He loved the little softness in her belly and the thatch of dark red-gold curls between her ivory thighs, proof she was a redhead by nature.

  So beautiful.

  For a moment, he could only admire her but she looked too delicious, too enticing.

  His mouth watered. He had to taste her.

  Just to see him smile was reward enough for Miri. To have his body poised over hers in the narrow confines of the car as the last of the light filled the sky, washing his scarlet skin with amber light while his own golden sheen flowed beneath it turned him magical, gave him an ethereal beauty beyond what he’d been born with.

  Raising a hand, she touched the angled lines of his stern face, caressed one slanted cheekbone. Just looking at him warmed her heart. He was so beautiful.

  Her breath caught at the look in his eyes as the folds of her dress fell away and a cool breeze washed over her bared skin. His head dipped down to brush one of her nipples with his lips.

  His cock twitched against her leg but it was his tail that slipped between her thighs.

  A bolt of heat went through her at the ephemeral touch of his tongue on that sensitive tip while his tail pressed against her slit.

  It was heaven to feel his warm mouth close around her areole, to feel his tongue swirl around it delicately as his tail circled her clit, then her pussy. It was also maddening. Her hips shifted. Warmth poured through her, an electric excitement that tightened her nipples even further.

  Looking into his glowing amber eyes, she watched the sparks dance in them mischievously and laughed.

  The golden light was nearly gone but for Ash it burnished her skin to the color of ripe honey apples and gilded her rosy areole, her taut nipple. Her eyes looked shadowed and mysterious, her hair like flame across the gray fabric of the car seat.

  With one hand against the car door and a knee on the seat, Ash held himself above her easily, leaving her body his to play with. To toy with. To torment.

  Slowly he lowered his mouth to one full ivory breast as his tail slid through her damp folds. He was pleased to hear her breath catch, a soft moan escape her, at the feel of his mouth on her.

  The taste and scent of her skin, of her growing excitement filled him.

  Ash raised his head and looked into her eyes.

  Deliberately he smiled and let his fangs descend as she watched.

  Her body quivered in anticipation, her pussy flexed against his tail even as color flushed beneath her skin. Her eyelids fluttered over her pale green eyes as she turned her head to offer him her throat. He would need the strength she offered for what was coming, but this was more for himself. He tightened at the gesture, though, warmth and heat moving through him even as his hunger, as his need for her did.

  And he did need her for far more than just this, for the ease she was to his soul.

  Angling his head a little, Ash nuzzled her throat, tasted her skin with quick flicks of his tongue. He scraped his teeth over her quickening pulse to tease her even more, letting both of them anticipate the moment his fangs would pierce her. She was his in every way. He craved the taste of her.

  To his pleasure, he felt her quiver, her body yearn upward in offering. Her need surged through the bond they shared.

  His eyes closed in gratitude.

  He caressed her clit ever so gently with the thumb of his free hand as his tail slid inside her pussy to stroke her gspot, tormenting her inside as he played lightly with her swollen nub outside.

  Miri shivered, wanting his warm lips to close over her throat almost desperately, to feel his teeth penetrate, for his venom to pump into her and turn her blood to fire.

  His tongue danced over her nipple and sparks seemed to fly through her as his hand covered her mound. His fingers pressed lightly against her clit. A sob escaped her as his tail teased inside her.

  Pleasure washed through her in great waves. She moaned softly as it gathered, pooled deep in her belly. It swelled within her as the sharp points of Ash’s teeth scraped lightly across her skin. She could feel her pulse throb against them. A part of her yearned for that momentary flash of pain, for the hot gush of his venom as it spurted into her…and she erupted, her orgasm catching her off guard.

  A rush of heat raced through her, set her blood aflame, every nerve and fiber of her body aglow with it as it poured into her veins.

  To Ash’s astonishment, she poured into his hand, her body bucking, her glory, her essence washing over, through and into him.

  A long soft cry escaped her, like the sound of a bird as it took her, as she soared.

  He loved this, loved watching her pleasure, watching as he pleased her.

  Even as she came Ash sank his teeth into her throat, a quick taste only, driving another moan from her as his venom pumped into her bloodstream. Her back arched. Her pussy clenched around his tail as she shuddered with ecstasy and her pleasure burst sweetly into his mouth. Ash withdrew his tail from her pussy, pressed it at the tight rosette of her ass and drove it deep.

  Raising himself up, licking the delicious taste of her from his lips, Ash looked down at her and watched her eyelashes flutter over her ethereal eyes. Her body arched as his tail pushed deep inside her ass and her hands sought purchase, sought to brace herself against his erotic invasion, against his possession of her.

  Intense pleasure swept through Miri with each pump of his tail inside her ass, with each tap of his fingers on her clit and then Miri felt his warm mouth close once more around one of her nipples, sucking gently and then more intently until he was suckling hard on it.

  She wailed as she came again, a surge of almost electric bliss rushing through her.

  Glory blinded her, swamped her with delicious heat, her ecstasy so close to the surface she thought she’d burst into
flame as her body quivered helplessly.

  In all her life Miri had never experienced so much pleasure. She drowned in it as Ash took her up again, his tail pumping deep in her ass, forcing soft groans of delight from her with each deep stroke. His fingers drove inside her pussy – three now – teasing her g-spot. She moaned as he suckled at her breast.

  Ash watched her, his Daemonic sight rendering the sight of her nearly as clear as day in the fading light.

  Color washed beneath her skin as his did, hers a pale rose, reflecting her ecstasy as she trembled to his touch. He’d never seen anything so beautiful as his Miri in the throes of passion.

  Deliberately, he suckled harder at her breast as his tail pumped inside her tight ass and his fingers fucked her pussy. She writhed. Stroking and suckling he watched her face, saw her climax take her as she tightened around his fingers. His cock was rock hard but he couldn’t stop, he loved to watch her come.

  She was a fountain, a glorious fountain, pouring herself out for him to drink from, to wallow in, to savor.

  He knew she didn’t know she cried out his name over and over, but nothing could have sounded sweeter. Drinking in her essence, the brilliance of her, it was almost more than he could take. His cock ached for her tightness, for that hot wet channel to flex around his shaft.

  Withdrawing his fingers he replaced them with his throbbing cock, set it at the entrance to her pussy, pressed the head against her tight channel.

  Her pale green eyes opened to look up at him, widening as she felt the broad head of his erection at her core.

  Slowly, so slowly, Ash pressed the head of his shaft into her, wanting to feel every delicious inch of her as he sank into her, to feel her hot slick sheathe clench around him, stroke him, close around him, work him. It felt glorious.

  Miri wailed softly as her body writhed beneath him.

  It astonished him he could do this to her and it amazed him he couldn’t get enough it, of her. He just wanted more, more of her delicious heat, of her body quivering beneath him, of her essence pouring into him.

  Miri felt him fill her and looked up into Ash’s lambent eyes, the bright red sparks in them whirling.

  It felt as if she went white hot at the sight of his glowing golden eyes, as his broad head breached her and her hips lifted in entreaty, in desperate want, but, although every muscle in his body was taut with need, as well, with evident desire, he didn’t rush. No matter how desperately she pressed her hips against him.

  She whimpered.

  Nearly desperate, Miri braced one hand on the door of the car, the other on the driver’s seat as he filled her inch by slow delicious, glorious inch, his thick heavy cock pushing up into her. Her eyelids fluttered with pleasure.

  She lifted her hips to take him as deep as she could until his cock was seated completely inside her, his balls against her and she shivered with the sweetness of the sensation of it there. He stretched her deliciously, filled her as her channel expanded to take him and she cried out softly, the intensity of it too great to stay silent.

  Ash nearly lost control at the feel of his Miri so tight around his cock, but he wanted to enjoy this, wanted to wallow in it, to savor the feel of her inner muscles gloved so snuggly around him.

  She felt wonderful, incredibly tight. Her muscles flexed, pulsed as her body accommodated him.

  It was like being stroked, each motion of her body pleasured him.

  Carefully, he thrust, withdrawing almost completely before he let himself slide back into her sweet tight channel, moving his hips to wallow in the feel of her silken sheath around his shaft.

  He could feel her coming again as she tightened.

  Beneath him her body arched and went rigid as her inner muscles flexed around him. With an effort he tried to hold, but then she bucked, her hips thrust in frustrated need. She cried out his name and Ash lost it. His orgasm took him, swallowed him up as his cum erupted into her.

  Instinctively, he struck.

  His fangs sank deep into her throat, his venom gushed into her bloodstream and he claimed his mate once again as his while her pleasure burst against the back of his throat.

  A cry burst out of her. His name, again.

  She was his now and forever.

  Chapter Fourteen

  It was time. The moon, with its pale betraying light, had finally set. From where her head was nestled in the hollow of his shoulder, Miri looked up at him, her hand stroking across his chest. He loved her touch, craved her soft caresses as much as she seemed to love touching him.

  He took a breath. Drawing her close he held her with her head cradled against his shoulder, his hand buried in her flaming hair. Then he let out the breath.

  It took only a moment for them to right themselves, to pull on clothes and straighten them somewhat. Ash conjured up what were the standard working clothes of the Daemonae, a pair of loose drawstring pants and vest. It would take only another spell to clothe him in armor if he needed it. For now, he wanted freedom of movement.

  He didn’t wonder what Ba’al and Mal thought, both would know the broad empty space before them would be best traversed in total darkness.

  They would be waiting for him to make a move and the brief flash of the interior light of the car would be enough of a signal. If not, one or the other of them would contact Asmodeus or Gabriel – as they were the only two who could communicate with all the Daemonae – and either would have contacted Ash.

  “Ready?” Ash asked.

  Miri nodded.

  He could sense her apprehension but also her resolution. Pride moved through him. She had courage, but he already knew that.

  While Miri couldn’t see as well as Ash could, she wasn’t completely blind, she’d grown up in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The starlit darkness, with the aid of the distant lights of the highway, helped illuminate their passage through the field.

  Nearly silently, staying low as much as possible, finding what little cover they could in a stretch of decaying wooden fence, they made their way toward the darkened building where Gordon Templeton had once held Asmodeus and Gabriel prisoner.

  There was no outward sign of disturbance, no visible sign of a presence or presences. Not a light glimmered, not a soul moved, inside or out.

  It was as dark as a tomb.

  Ash didn’t trust it.

  The front doors were clearly out. It was unlikely they were unlocked. Made of thick glass, Ash had no doubt he could shatter them one way or another but the noise would be more than enough to alert anyone that there were intruders.

  Keeping his senses alert, Ash scanned the entrance to the underground garage.

  Nothing.

  His tail constantly touched Miri, leaving his hands free while still reassuring himself of her presence beside him, close enough for him to sweep her out of danger if need be.

  He could sense nothing to alarm him and yet he was alarmed. His skin prickled. Something made him uneasy, yet there was no sign of a presence or presences.

  There should have been something. Templeton would have covered all his bases. He hadn’t gotten where he was by not doing so. Given the state of the building, though? Outwardly it was undamaged. Inwardly?

  Even so, they couldn’t stop, they had to get the Book. About that there was no question. Ash wouldn’t allow another of his brothers to be spelled away, to suffer as he or Asmodeus had.

  Miri looked at him questioningly. With his enhanced eyesight, he could see her clearly in the starlight.

  Looking back at her, he shrugged, frowned a little and shook his head. He took a breath, then summoned Ba’al and Mal with a gesture, wishing – not for the first time – that he had ‘Deus’s ability to speak to all the Daemonae. But he didn’t.

  He knew they were close. He called mentally to his Prince. “’Deus, I need Ba’al and Mal.”

  Both arrived beside him almost silently.

  He didn’t like it. In fact, he hated it. The original plan had been to have both Ba’al and Mal in r
eserve, especially Mal, the one member of the team who could escape undetected but now they had no choice.

  “Ba’al, stay here as originally planned. Mal,” he said, “scout ahead.”

  With a nod, Mal faded from view.

  All they could do then was wait.

  Frowning, Ash considered it.

  There was no outcry. No sense of alarm came from either Asmodeus or Gabriel.

  As if born of the moonlight, Mal reappeared, keeping low as he moved toward them.

  “There are several levels to the garage,” he said, “but no vehicles anywhere. I didn’t try any of the doors, I didn’t want to trigger an alarm.”

  If they could get in and out quickly enough, an alarm might not matter. Templeton would be able to get his people there in time. This time Templeton wouldn’t be facing just one Daemonae, but three, if there were guards, he, Ba’al and Mal should be able to defeat them.

  “Miri?”

  It had been itching at her, some disturbance as much sensed as felt. It could simply be their presence or the breach in the ethereal realms by the explosion. Her clairvoyance was useless, there were just too many possibilities, to many possible outcomes.

  Miri looked at him helplessly. “There’s something, a disturbance in the planes…but I can’t tell what it is.”

  There was no choice.

  “Mal, scout ahead of us,” Ash said, “Ba’al, cover us from the rear.”

  With a nod, Mal faded into darkness.

  Reluctantly, Ash moved into the shadowed cavern of the underground parking garage, the only other entry beside the front doors, Miri beside him.

  It was empty and might have echoed except they all wore soft-soled shoes – Miri’s borrowed from Gabriel. They were the only thing of Gabriel’s that fit.

  This was true dark, pitch dark, except for the slight glimmer of Ash’s eyes. He’d toned the glow of his eyes but it was no good to her when he looked away. That and the touch of his tail were all that kept her oriented in the stygian darkness. If it weren’t for that Miri wouldn’t have had a clue where to go or how to get there.