Lilith's Awakening

by Aubrey Ross

  His fingers continued to lubricate her anus, so she focused on the sensual slide of his hot, throbbing cock in and out of her mouth.

  He gave her clit several forceful flicks and positioned his finger against her ass. Heat spiraled deep into her body and her cunt clenched jealously, weeping for the fullness he withheld. With steady pressure, he breached the tight sphincter and his finger slipped smoothly inside. She whimpered. Wanting him to stop, needing him to do more! He moved, slowly, drawing almost out before he pushed in as far as his long finger could reach.

  Please, Jetrel, fuck me! Take my ass if that’s what you want, but stop teasing me! she cried out within her mind, knowing he would hear.

  His cock slid faster, deeper within her mouth, matching the taunting penetration of his finger. Tighter and tighter her need coiled. She moaned and writhed and moaned again.

  Carefully closing his lips around her clit, he sucked it into his mouth. His finger thrust all the way in and Lilith screamed. She shook and trembled as her orgasm pounded through her. His cock thrust deep and his hot seed splashed against the back of her throat.

  He continued to suck her clit as he slowly withdrew his finger and she came again. Shifting his hips to pull his cock from her mouth, he eased the pressure on her hips, but didn’t let go. He followed her down, his tongue busily devouring every pearly drop of her body’s sweet release.

  She lay beside the water’s edge, limp and replete as he feasted. His warm mouth felt fabulous as it moved against her flesh. Soothing, savoring, worshiping.

  A long time passed before he finally lifted his head and grinned. “I enjoyed that most thoroughly, my sweet. But you’re the one who must decide. Is our courtship over…or may I woo you again?”

  Chapter Four

  Lilith crouched in the dense shadow of a leafy lilac bush and watched the grassy clearing with rapt interest. Clusters of tiny purple blossoms filled the air with their cloying aroma, making Lilith wiggle her nose. Jetrel had taught her many things in the past three days. He showed her strange plants and exotic creatures, whispering their names. Testing the boundaries of the garden, they’d followed the four rivers, meandering outward from the frothy spring at Eden’s core. She’d been fascinated, intrigued, yet ever mindful that they didn’t belong.

  The rules were different in the Light. If a demon was brave enough to venture into the garden, it was best to travel by night. As the sun rose, their powers diminished until many were forced into their clan forms. If Jetrel hadn’t transported Lilith to the underground grotto, Adam would have witnessed her transformation into a sleek, black demonic cat.

  For three days Lilith and Jetrel had explored, eating the fruits and drinking deeply of the water. All to no avail. Even the superficial disguise of adventure could not hide the fact that they were waiting. Jetrel waited for the event, convinced his source had not misled him, and Lilith waited for Jetrel to continue their courtship.

  Jetrel stood beside her, his arms crossed over his chest. He made no effort to hide from the human standing alone in the clearing.

  Can Adam see you? She used her mind rather than her voice to pose the question.

  No. And he can’t see you either. I’ve shielded you from view.

  A tingle swirled down her spine and made her clit pulse. Jetrel’s abilities thrilled her far more than she cared to admit. One of the few remaining members of the notorious Shadow Clan, the full scope of his powers was as much a mystery as his true allegiance.

  Jetrel wore snug black breeches. His tunic covered her from neck to the knees, while the human—Adam—was naked. The setting sun displayed his golden body in glorious detail as he gathered fruit from the surrounding trees.

  I thought he had undressed me, when he pulled me from the river. But I don’t think he realizes he’s naked.

  Before Jetrel could respond, a movement drew their attention to the other side of the clearing.

  “There you are. Come. I’ve gathered food for us.”

  Confused by Adam’s words, Lilith glanced at Jetrel. He’d said Adam couldn’t see her, so why had the human invited her to… Jetrel’s gaze was fixed on the trees beyond Adam. Lilith followed the direction of his stare.

  A female stepped into the clearing. Sunlight gleamed in her long blonde hair. She moved gracefully, relaxed, at home with her surroundings and…her mate! There could be no denying that this was Adam’s mate. She was his perfect counterpart, his other half. Lilith’s gaze narrowed on the female’s face. Her features were delicate and rosy, disgustingly…pure.

  Jetrel stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the humans. Calm down. Your jealousy is making it impossible for me to shield your presence.

  I am NOT jealous!

  Uh-huh. Whatever you say.

  He pivoted and she could see the clearing again. Adam and his mate sat facing each other. Her legs wrapped loosely around his waist, her hands rested on his golden shoulders, and he fed her from his fingertips.

  Fury, spiteful and violent, tore through Lilith. Jetrel’s arm banded her waist, keeping her from rushing across the clearing and tearing the golden bitch limb from limb. He was mine! I was not finished defiling him!

  Well, apparently he’s ready to do some defiling of his own. Look where he’s touching her. Oh, look at his cock. He’s definitely ready to practice what you taught him.

  She twisted out of his grasp and rushed deeper into the trees. Was this the event? Had Jetrel kept her in the Light to humiliate her? Sammael had promised to remain faithful. Adam had touched her as if she were special, unique. Would she never find a male capable of sharing the Dark Splendor with her alone?

  Jetrel materialized in front of her and she collided with his chest. His arms encircled her, one hand cupping her bare behind under the edge of the tunic.

  “Why does seeing Adam with his mate humiliate you?”

  “Stay out of my mind!”

  “Surely you know he was never meant for you. You’re a demon, Lilith. You cannot change what you are!”

  Shoving against his broad chest, she dug her feet into the grassy ground, determined to escape him. “Get away from me. I hate the Light. I hate the humans and I hate you!”

  “Really?” He didn’t let her go, but his hold gentled. His fingers lightly caressed her skin. “Why do you hate me? Because I won’t let you lie to yourself?”

  “Because you wanted me to see this. You knew God was making him a mate and you wanted me to see.”

  With one quick tug, he rid her of his tunic. She reached for it frantically. He held it out of reach. “Look at yourself. You are one of the most beautiful demons I have ever seen. But you are a demon!”

  Breasts heaving, long hair fluttering in the balmy evening breeze, Lilith glared at him. “Give me back the tunic.”

  “No. I want to look at you. I want to watch your nipples harden and your skin flush. I want to woo you.”

  Exasperated, she spun, intentionally whipping his chest with her hair. “Go to heaven!”

  “Were you left wanting by our last wooing?”

  His softly spoken taunt brought her up short. Damn him! “Not now, Jetrel. I’m too angry.”

  “You’re not angry. You’re jealous.”

  He was still behind her, yet she knew he didn’t need to see her expression to understand her mood. Far more than just her body was exposed to him! “Fine. I’m jealous. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m not in the mood for wooing.”

  “Then we’ll compromise.”

  She groaned. His compromise in the grotto had been more devastating than anything she’d exchanged with Sammael in all her years as his mate. “What do you want from me?”

  “I want a demonstration of your willingness to allow me to woo you once your mood improves.”

  Slowly she turned to face him. His expression was perfectly calm. Only the glow of his wide blue eyes gave away his desire. “And if my mood never improves?”

  “Then we’ll both regret your stubbornness.” His grin held just a
hint of challenge. “Some things are worth waiting for.”

  He pulled her into his arms and sat on the leaf-strewn ground. Arranging her legs around his waist, he guided her hands to his shoulders. An image of Adam and his mate flashed through her mind and Lilith pushed against him. He’d chosen the pose intentionally, forcing her to face her irrational jealousy.

  “Let go.” She squirmed and arched until she noticed how each wiggle intensified his gaze.

  He cupped the side of her face, his expression pained. “Don’t you know how long I’ve wanted—”

  “How long you’ve wanted what? You held me down while your brother mounted me for the first time!” She twisted her face away.

  “It was his right. You left your talisman at his door, giving him permission to court you.”

  She shook her head, torn between laughter and tears. It was ancient history. Why correct his misconception now? The tension in her chest demanded release and the words tumbled out before she could stop them. “What do you remember about that winter?”

  “Other than my brother claiming you?” The naked longing in his tone sent frustration crashing over her. If he’d wanted her so badly, why hadn’t he spoken up? He hadn’t indicated by word or deed that he… That wasn’t fair. Jetrel had been as powerless as she to stop the events once Sammael had taken control of the situation.

  “Why were you staying with your brother? That’s unusual for a full-grown male.”

  His brows drew together, his confusion obvious. “I was recovering from the plague that took out half of hell. Most didn’t believe I’d recover.”

  “I was one of them. I honestly thought you’d die and it made certain things extremely clear to me.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Once I was sure you would recover, I knew I couldn’t waste another day.” She paused, still hesitant to reveal the secret she’d harbored all these years. “I left the talisman for you, Jetrel. Sammael already had a mate. I was offering myself to you.”

  He stared at her in stunned disbelief. “But you’re first born of a clan leader. Your mate must also lead a clan or at least be positioned to take over the role. Why would you… Why didn’t you tell him? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “How? When did I have the opportunity? He claimed me the next morning.”

  Jetrel’s arms tightened, drawing her closer to his warmth.

  “They dragged me from my bed and brought me to the ceremonial chamber. I was surprised you’d acted so quickly, but I wasn’t afraid. The four elders waited to witness the claiming and then you and the Prime Leader strode in.”

  “But instead of claiming you for myself, I held you for my brother.” His voice sounded hollow and distant. His gaze avoided her face.

  “We’re taught to struggle during the ceremonial mating. Only a coward submits without a fight. But my cries were genuine. I didn’t want him. I never wanted him!”

  He framed her face with his hands and covered her mouth with his. For a long moment he just shared her breath and caressed her lips.

  Lilith closed her eyes. Jetrel’s tenderness couldn’t erase the wasted years, but it felt so good, so right to finally have his arms around her.

  The wavering image of countless candles flickered to life within her mind. She could feel the heat and smell the rich aroma of scented wax and incense. High, arched ceiling and obsidian walls…the ceremonial chamber.

  She tried to speak, to sever his mental transmission. He cradled the back of her head in the bend of his elbow and slid his tongue slowly into her mouth.

  Open to me, Lilith. Accept this.

  The elders filed in, deep hoods concealing everything but the soft, red glow of their eyes.

  Why would he want her to relive this? Why would…

  Her mother and sisters hurried her into the room, stripping her naked before the stone altar. She could feel their hands brush her skin and the rasp of fabric as they pulled each garment aside.

  How was he doing this? She could feel everything as if she were there.

  Three men entered, pausing just inside the archway. Jetrel stood in front of the other two, naked, his body gleaming in the candlelight. Balam, the Prime Leader, and Sammael awaited, a step behind him. Their lustful gazes moved over Lilith without reservation or apology.

  This was not how it had happened.

  Sammael had been in front.

  Lilith trembled, understanding. She wrapped her arms around Jetrel’s back and surrendered to his sensual spell.

  A violent shiver shook her as her bare bottom touched the stone altar. Her sisters urged her to lie back, but she didn’t move fast enough. Sammael and Balam stepped forward. Each grabbing one arm, they stretched her out across the altar, holding her arms above her head.

  Jetrel moved to the foot of the altar, muscles rippling, gaze boring into hers. Taking his cock in his hand, he proudly displayed it for all to see. Thick and long, his shaft jutted prominently from his body, the head so engorged it was nearly purple. His large balls promised virility.

  She felt his warm palm cover her breast, but in the image they had yet to touch. Her nipple tightened and she pushed into the caress. Reality melded with fantasy, confusing yet stimulating.

  In her mind, he slipped his hands under her knees and drew her toward him. She kicked and twisted, arching her back, only because it was expected. Her pussy ached for the fullness of his cock and her clit begged for his attention.

  He bent her knees, spreading her thighs. Lilith waited for the blissful thrust of his shaft, but he left her open and empty while he turned his attention to her breasts. He cupped them firmly in his palms, massaging them, stroking them. Plucking her nipples until they tingled and burned.

  Sammael’s hand supported her left breast while Jetrel sucked her firmly. When he moved to the right, Balam’s warm fingers joined in.

  Lilith moaned. No one else had touched her intimately when Sammael claimed her body, although it was a common occurrence for the attendants to assist. She had always thought the practice would humiliate the female, yet her skin tingled and her nipples pulsed with welcome as Balam’s mouth replaced Jetrel’s.

  The attendants caressed her breasts, her shoulders, her torso. Their lips and teeth teased her nipples. Jetrel descended along her body, stopping to explore her hipbones and the silken plane of her belly.

  Her clit throbbed madly, anticipating the gentle swirl of his warm tongue. He straightened and pushed her legs wide. Guiding the plush head of his cock to her cleft, he stroked up and down, intentionally avoiding her sensitive clit. Her folds surrounded him, slick and swollen.

  The attendants sucked her nipples deeply into their mouths, keeping her arms above her head. She cried out. Holding her legs open, Jetrel refused to fill her. He teased her, built the burning ache. She needed to move, to writhe and buck, to do anything to bring his cock inside her.

  He slid his hands down the inside of her thighs and slipped them under her body. Firmly cupping her ass, he lifted her and thrust to the hilt in one forceful drive. Lilith screamed. The wet walls of her cunt rippled with a staggering orgasm.

  Jetrel threw back his head and roared. The attendants laughed, their breaths hot against her wet nipples. Jetrel’s cock stretched her pussy, throbbing in time with her thundering heartbeat. He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every thick inch. When only the head remained inside her, he paused.

  Pulling his hands out from under her, he gently traced her wet folds, accentuating how tightly she stretched to take him. She shifted restlessly, needing him to move, needing him deep…needing him.

  His fingertip brushed her clit. She whimpered. He circled her, matching the rhythm to the throbbing of her inner muscles. Bracing her heels against the sculpted rim of the altar, Lilith offered herself to Jetrel. She squeezed him and arched, trying to bring him deeper.

  Grinning, he grasped her hips and waited until she met his gaze. The incandescent blue pulled her in, surrounded her, penetrating her. His cock s
ank slowly into the depths of her aching pussy. Nudging her womb, he announced his presence to her entire body.

  His being infused her.

  She trembled, arching into each powerful stroke as he moved in and out. The attendants howled, nipping her breasts. Jetrel thrust harder, deeper. Consuming. She greedily clutched his cock with her sheath, increasing the tingling friction, forcing the tension higher.

  He wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her up off the altar. She locked her ankles behind his back and let the pleasure come. Deep, pulsing spasms gripped her core, stealing her breath and shattering the illusion.

  She collapsed against Jetrel’s chest, panting.

  Shaken.

  “That’s how it should have been,” he whispered into her hair.

  Chapter Five

  Tingling still from Jetrel’s mental wooing, Lilith strolled along the grassy riverbank. He told her not to wander far and then slipped away into the trees. She suspected he was going to speak with his elusive “source”, but she hadn’t bothered to ask. She heard a startled gasp and spun around, her sight penetrating the gathering shadows.

  “I’d convinced myself you weren’t real, that I’d imagined… Who are you?”

  Irrational longing tightened her chest and a deep pulsing erupted between her thighs. How could she still desire this creature after Jetrel had pleased her so thoroughly? Shame cascaded on the heels of her lust, making her feel conflicted and unsure.

  Adam stood before her tall and proud, a literal personification of the Light. He was so different from everyone she’d ever known—even Jetrel. She simply couldn’t fight her fascination.

  No! She was a demon, as Jetrel was so fond of pointing out. She had to accept that basic fact before she could set a course for the rest of her life. Regardless of Adam’s appeal, he was not meant for her.

  And she was not meant for him.

  “Who I am is not important,” she told him. “You should be worried about what I am.” It was as much a reminder to her as a warning for him. This had to be a clean break, a final parting, or the temptation would simmer and smoke, spreading discontentment through the rest of her life.