The Devil You Need

by Sam Cheever

  “Okay. I’ll smack you awake after five minutes.”

  He laughed and my stomach twisted at the rustiness of the sound. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen his slow, sexy smile.

  His breathing deepened and he fell sideways, leaning heavily against my shoulder. His head dropped to rest on mine and his soft breath feathered over me. I rubbed my hand over his knee, determined to keep him calm while he slept. After only moments, my eyes drooped closed too. I thought I’d just rest them a few minutes. But Dialle’s healing had really taken it out of me and I soon drifted off too.

  * * * * *

  My sleep was filled with violent images, interspersed with sensual episodes that stood out like a fire demon on a snow-covered landscape. Pain and blood gave way to heated lips trailing down my throat, or the feel of a hard cock pressing against my skin.

  I tossed and turned, my mind twisting under the burden of what Dialle and I had done…what we had left to do.

  Fractured light flashed across my inner vision, heating me and then spearing me with knifelike agony. My body alternately heated and cooled, blossomed and cringed, and, when sleep was no longer tenable, I clawed my way out of it.

  I awoke more tired than when I’d fallen asleep. The cold, moist air caressed my heated skin and something firm framed my back. I struggled to remember where I was…how I’d gotten there.

  Slowly the episode with Dialle returned to me and my heart twisted with pain. How were we going to recover from the horror of what we’d both done?

  Soft breath bathed my cheek, sweet with the scent of the man I craved. I opened my eyes, blinking hard in the bright light coming from the single, small window high above our heads.

  I realized we were lying on the torn mattress. When had we moved? I didn’t remember. I shifted on the mattress and Dialle’s arm tightened around me like a vise. He pulled me closer, his cock pressing urgently against my naked flesh.

  We were both naked. I didn’t remember how that had happened either.

  But I wasn’t all that upset about it. My sexual core tightened with need. My skin came alive under his touch, every nerve ending expanding to enjoy the friction of his skin against mine. His arm shifted slightly and a large, hot hand encompassed one breast.

  My pussy throbbed in response.

  I swallowed hard, wondering how one went from nearly killing each other to making love in the space of a few hours.

  As Dialle rolled his hips and pressed himself into me, I realized I was about to find out. “Dialle—”

  “Shhh.” His hand caressed my breast, the lightly calloused fingers tweaking my nipple. “I need you, Astra. Let me make love to you.”

  I gasped as his other hand skimmed blazing heat over my hip, slipping between my thighs. Whatever my mind decided about his request, my body had already succumbed. Eagerly.

  I opened my thighs to give him room to play and pressed back against his delicious hardness. I reached back, clasping a warm buttock and pulling him close in silent acquiescence.

  He pressed his cock against my entrance, finding me wet and ready, and slipped inside on a sigh.

  My world blossomed, embracing the beauty of his flesh claiming mine. He began to move and sensation flashed outward from the places he touched me, spreading in a bright wave through my body.

  He took me gently, carefully, as if trying to make up for what had happened the night before. I knew his mind wasn’t healed. I could feel every fracture in the depths of my soul, but I could let him give me this tender coupling and, with it, we could begin the process of healing each other.

  Pleasure pulsed in a delicious glow in my limbs, squeezing a fist of need in my gut. His hands skimmed gently over my skin, setting the nerve endings on fire wherever he touched. His lips branded my back and nape with fire, making me shiver with delight.

  Inside me, his rigid shaft created delicious friction with every slow, tender stroke. My pleasure climbed higher with every thrust, stoking the fire of my need. Release found me in a quick, surprising wash.

  I cried out as the coil of need loosened in a flash fire of bliss, softening my limbs and making my sensual core tighten under a toe-curling wave of delight. My body milked Dialle’s shaft, urging him to follow me over into release, and he succumbed with a husky cry, plunging deep. His arms tightened almost painfully around me as he came, his muscles turned to stone against my pleasantly limp body.

  Heat pulsed deep within me, accompanied by the violent jerking of his flesh. The joy of having him inside my body again was almost frightening in its intensity. I knew we had rocky times ahead of us. But at least we’d taken the first step toward healing.

  Dialle kissed my nape and shoulders and I shivered under the gentle touch.

  I lifted his hand to kiss the strong fingers. “Well that sucked, but I took one for the team.”

  Dialle stilled and I worried that I’d overstepped. Was it too early to try to reclaim our easy, mutual sniping? Was his mind too tender to understand that I’d been joking? But then he started to move inside me again and I gasped at the exquisite joy.

  “Let’s see if I can make this time less painful for you.” The laughter in his voice allowed me to breathe again.

  “Yeah. I’m thinking practice might make perfect.”

  Dialle dropped a leg over my thighs and wrapped an arm around my waist, twisting quickly so that I was on my stomach beneath him and he was straddling me. He lifted my hips and thrust, going deep enough to make me gasp. “We’ll find out, pretty Tweener.”

  Something in his voice alerted me. He’d changed. Gone darker, more intense. Panic sent a thrill of fear through me. I tried to push upward but he placed a hand on my shoulder and pressed me down. “Be still, Astra. Let me do this.” There was almost a pleading quality in his voice and the thrill of fear became slicing dread.

  He reached beneath me and pinched my nipple between two fingers as he thrust hard into my body. I held my breath as the pinch tightened to the point of pain. I gritted my teeth, plotting my escape.

  His other hand tightened on my hip as he thrust faster and harder, slamming deep and sending a concussive kick through my body with every thrust. Despite my fear and the pain of his restraining hands and near violent thrusts, my body reacted to the new, aggressive style of coupling. A different kind of pleasure throbbed in my sexual core. A new tightness grew in my lower belly. I gasped as his fingers tugged on my nipple and felt a jolt of fresh excitement as a slender ribbon of pain speared through me. My pussy clenched in reaction to the excitement. I tweaked my other nipple and my excitement doubled.

  Dialle’s hips pistoned behind me, his thrusts creating a near painful friction in my clutching channel. But I welcomed the pain, relished the violent nature of his thrusts. I embraced my dark side, realizing for the first time that I’d never allowed that side free during sex. At that moment I felt the loss of all the wasted time.

  All that pleasure.

  Dialle’s hand left my breast and tangled in my hair. He pulled my head back as he slammed into me, every breath a harsh expulsion in the otherwise silent room.

  He twisted my hair around his hand, sending tiny fingers of pain through my scalp and new pleasure spiraling through my body. My nipples peaked painfully. My pussy throbbed, and heat burst in a violent surge from the tight coil of pleasure deep within.

  I screamed and came violently as he slammed into me a final time, his hand leaving my hair to frame my hips, holding me tight as he spent himself impossibly deep inside my body.

  Wave after wave of delight curled through me until I shook under its incredible power. My arms gave out and I slammed down onto the musty-smelling mattress, my face buried in its dusty depths and my breath heaving through my lips.

  Dialle collapsed over me and rolled to the side, pulling me over and capturing my lips in a desperate, hungry kiss. His hands shook as they pushed my tangled hair from my face and his sexy, black eyes no longer roiled with the colors of rage. “Thank you, Astra.”


  I reached up and placed my palm over his face, my thumb caressing the soft fullness of his bottom lip. “For what?”

  He dropped his head, resting it against mine. “For embracing my dark side. For accepting it, even when I couldn’t.”

  I shook my head. “My dark side seems to like your dark side.” I grinned.

  He smiled too and my stomach jumped at the sweet sight. I hadn’t seen Dialle smile like that in months.

  He settled down next to me and pulled me close, touching my temple in a soft kiss. “I think I could sleep for a week.”

  Nestling into his warm arms, with his scent enveloping me and my body pleasantly tired and sore, I closed my eyes too. I thought I’d just hold him while he slept. But sleep soon pulled at me and, after a few moments, I joined him in oblivion.

  * * * * *

  Astra? What the hell are you doing?

  I thought I was just having a nightmare. There was nothing more terrifying than my sister’s dulcet tones banging around in my head. I grimaced in my sleep and snuggled closer to Dialle, hoping his firm embrace would chase away the evil nasties in my dreams.

  Astra!

  I jerked, blinked and rolled away from Dialle with a groan. My whole body was sore. I felt as if I’d gone a few rounds with a demon. Actually I’d battled two demons—Dialle’s and mine.

  Dialle murmured my name and grabbed for me as I sat up and shoved hair off my face. I looked around the room, yawning. It was a frunkin’ mess. For a moment the voice in my head was silent, giving me hope it had only been a terrible dream.

  Damn it, Astra.

  No such luck.

  I sighed. What’s wrong, Darma?

  Finally. I’ve been calling you for ten minutes.

  Excuse me for taking the time to sleep. What was I thinking?

  It’s frunkin’ noon!

  I grinned. My sister never used to swear before she started working with me. I was happy to have been instrumental in removing some of the up from her uppity. What do you want, Darma?

  I thought you might be interested in the fact that royals have invaded the castle. Emo and Slayer are pinned down on the landing above the dungeon and Father and I are fighting them off on the main floor. Since they most likely came for you and your boy-toy I’m thinking you should probably be out here helping defeat them. Emo has already lowered the shield.

  My heartbeat picked up and I jumped out of bed, looking around for my clothes. Then I remembered Dialle had magicked them away. Shit. I’ll be there in a minute. I did a quick check of my power levels. My battery was pretty much on empty. I glanced toward Dialle, still asleep on the bed, and wondered briefly if he could recharge me.

  I immediately dismissed that idea. I’d have to wake him up to get a charge and then he’d want to go with me. I thought I had enough to shift into my room upstairs. Once there I could dress and grab some weapons. I might not be able to fight with magic but I could still kick ass with my knives and swords.

  I pictured my room in my mind and started to shimmer away. At the last minute a hard hand clamped around my wrist and, before I could stop him, Dialle piggybacked on my shift.

  The silence of my space-shift gave way to the sounds of fighting on the fourth floor where my bedroom was located. As soon as my feet touched the floor I reached for Dialle, intending to send him back to the dungeon.

  He danced away from my touch, grinning. “Oh no you don’t. I’m coming with you.”

  I frowned at him but realized I probably didn’t have the power to send him back anyway. “You’re in no condition to fight.”

  He looked down at himself and frowned slightly. A pair of tight, black-leather pants appeared over his lower half, molding his scrumptious form lovingly. A sheer, white pirate shirt covered his upper half. The shirt had billowy sleeves and was open to mid-chest. Yummy. He put his hand out and a sword appeared in it. “Where’s Gerch?”

  I blinked. “Oh, yeah. He’s probably not speaking to me right now.”

  Dialle chuckled. “Isn’t that pretty much business as usual?”

  I headed for the giant, mahogany wardrobe on the side wall of my bedroom. “Maybe he’s just a bit madder than usual. I sort of promised him he could come protect me while I settled things with you.”

  I turned as silence throbbed between us. Dialle’s expression was neutral, but his eyes roiled with color. I realized too late how my comment must have sounded. “Dialle… I—”

  “No, Astra. He was right to be concerned. I did almost kill you.” Still, he frowned. I knew it couldn’t be easy to realize his own captain of the guard had switched loyalties.

  Unable to fix the damage I’d done with my careless words, I focused on dressing in a sweater and soft, slim pants, then dragged on a pair of short, soft black boots. I pulled my hair into a low pony so it would be harder to grab and headed for my weapons stores. The panel on the wall was set to open only with my biological imprint. I placed my palm over the reader and the wall slid silently open. I selected a thin-bladed sword and several knives, strapping on a platinum belt of crosses for good measure.

  By the time I was ready to leave my room the hallways beyond the door were thick with the sound of battle.

  Dialle moved to the door and opened it, peering out as I came up beside him.

  “Whom exactly are we fighting?” I asked.

  He sighed. “These are Fallen’s men.”

  I cast my mind back several months to the time Dialle had informed his court that I’d killed the evil Barbie, Rayanne. I remembered the tall, exceedingly lean royal who’d shown his displeasure with Dialle so publically, and had been shot down for his trouble. I wouldn’t soon forget the cold hostility the man had favored me with that day. He’d shown it many times since then. “You think he’s making a play for the crown?”

  “Yes. I’m guessing, after last night, the court has begun to heal again. He probably realizes his window of opportunity is closing.”

  I nodded, dragging my sword from its scabbard. “I’d like to close it on his fingers.”

  Dialle smiled down at me. Rather than stepping away from the door, though, he reached out and touched my lips with a warm finger. “It will be a pleasure fighting at your side again, my queen.”

  I sucked the finger into my mouth, enjoying the way his dark eyes widened in surprise and pleasure. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We need to win this battle first, then we need to retake the Royal Court and figure out if you can rule with a broken queen.”

  He moved the finger to my chin and lifted, dropping a tender kiss on my upturned lips. “Your power is weak but at least it’s back. Besides, I think a broken king deserves a broken queen. We appear to be a perfect fit.”

  Feeling more than a little guilty that I hadn’t told him about my problem, I reached around and patted his fine ass, giving it a squeeze. “I can’t disagree with that.”

  “Then let’s go kick some royal ass, my love.”

  “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

  * * * * *

  Dialle slipped through the door and I followed, holding a knife in each hand. I recognized several of Gerch’s men fighting with swords and chains. The stone walls and floor already ran with blood and gore. A shout went up when we were spotted and several warrior-level devils surged toward us, wearing unfamiliar uniforms. Dialle and I went back-to-back and engaged them, easily besting the lower-level grunts and looking for more.

  A little farther up the hall we ran into a more formidable enemy. Two royals with four gargoyles on tethers were cutting a bloody swath through Gerch and a dozen of his guards. Though they carried some kind of shields to deflect the power arrows shooting from the fingers of the royals, the combination of dark energy and the brutal efficiency of the ‘goyles were proving more than Gerch and his men could handle. Several uniform-clad corpses already cluttered the battle area.

  Dialle looked at me and I nodded. He grabbed my hand and we shifted, coming back to the physical plane behind the royals. The first
royal turned as we landed and Dialle engaged him in swordplay. I reached for the chain holding one of the ‘goyles as the second royal turned and flipped it around the royal’s neck before he could lunge toward me. I glanced past him at Gerch. “Draw ‘em off, Gerch!”

  Gerch nodded and gave a shout. He and his men turned around and ran. The snarling ‘goyles jerked forward, the only thought in their beady brains to follow their prey. The royal was jerked off his feet and dragged along with them, the ‘goyles ripping chunks out of him as he bounced along behind them.

  I leapt on the closest ‘goyle’s back and slashed its throat as it reared up to dislodge me. The thing went down with a crash, its thick limbs flailing. Dialle’s royal was jerked backward as his two pets surged toward Gerch and his men, and Dialle skewered him with a sword as he fell, following the attack with a power arrow to the brain.

  I leapt on the next ‘goyle as Gerch’s men surrounded the third and dispatched it handily. I crossed my knives at its throat and started to slice, but the last ‘goyle decided it was tired of chewing on the downed royals and came after more lively meat. It lunged at me with a roar, the massive, gore-coated fangs snapping mere inches from my face.

  The thing stopped in midair with a yelp. I looked past it to Dialle, who was holding its chain in one hand. He jerked the thing around and slammed it into the wall. It left a bloody trail on the stone and landed in a boneless pile on the floor.

  Gerch walked over and sliced its head off with a bloody sword. The big soldier dragged his sword over one of the dead royals’ clothing to clean it before looking up. His dark eyes swept over me, his wide red face devoid of expression, and then swept toward Dialle. He smiled. “You’re looking better, sire.”

  Dialle lowered his sword and closed the distance between them, quickly embracing his captain of the guards and long-time friend. Gerch’s beady eyes slid to me, widening in surprise, before he briefly returned Dialle’s embrace. “I’ve missed you, old friend.”

  Gerch stepped back, his gaze sliding away with embarrassment. “We need to get you out of here, sire. The factions aligned against you are building.”