Demonic Passions

by Marks, Rena

  For once, she didn’t argue. She didn’t acknowledge his statement at all and it was a challenge to him.

  He moved closer to her. Close enough to smell the flowers of her faint perfume. Close enough to sense the satiny softness of her skin. Close enough to taste her, if she’d let him. If she’d trust him.

  “There’s something very unusual between us,” he whispered, his lips close to hers.

  “Maybe,” she hedged. Finally.

  He leaned in and tasted her ripe bottom lip. Nipped it ever so gently and then kissed it better. Sucked it until she inhaled with pleasure. Until her tongue searched for his and the kiss deepened. Until she gasped and he knew he had her.

  “Deny it,” he challenged.

  She kissed him back, finally. Lost. Out of control. “I can’t,” she admitted.

  “Then come home with me.”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  He knew the answer. Because he was dangerous and he forced her to face her fears.

  “I don’t know you.”

  “You don’t know half the losers you leave with. You don’t even know enough to admit they’re losers.”

  He was right and they both knew it.

  “What if I go home with you and you’re a loser?”

  “Then you’ll know tomorrow, won’t you?” he asked. “No different from with anyone else.”

  And then he slipped his hand into her bra and hardened her nipple again.

  Need slammed into her. Again. He knew how to raise her temperature, call her heat. Was it instinct?

  She knew without a doubt she had to finish this. For once, she had to have complete fulfillment. A cock to fill her void. To rock her to completion.

  Just once.

  Then she’d be fine. She’d go on her way and find a new bar to search out creeps.

  She curled her fingers into his hair as she brought his mouth to hers. She searched his mouth aggressively as if seeking something.

  And found what she wanted when she nodded.

  “Let’s go.”

  His eyebrows raised in surprise. She could tell he was prepared for a lot more cajoling. But he didn’t seem as if he was going to argue when he took her hand to pull her to her feet.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “Just upstairs to my loft.”

  “Another upstairs?”

  He nodded. “My apartment.”

  It was reached through a tiny staircase in his office. The apartment itself barely registered in her heated brain, she was so intent on getting him naked.

  Their lips meshed together in panted, heated breaths. She sucked his lower lip, nipping it gently. His biceps were hard steel beneath her curled fingers.

  He pulled her roughly to him so there was only the thin layer of clothing between them. Pressed her against him to feel his stiff erection so there was no doubt as to how eager he was for her.

  His neck was so tempting, heady with a pulse throbbing. She kissed the throb and sucked the warm skin beneath her lips. He was delicious.

  What else would taste good? She wanted to taste him from head to toe, inch by inch.

  He was maneuvering her into his bedroom slowly, hard muscled thighs pressing against hers to walk her backward.

  He peeled her clothing from her body, her blouse, her bra, and then she kicked off her shoes at the same time she yanked off her jeans, leaving her clad in bikini underpants and nothing else.

  She was soaked. Her panties were no barrier against the slickness that creamed from her passage.

  He paid repeated attention to her breasts, massaging the pale globes and sucking the hard pink tips. Licking them, refusing to allow her nipples to lose their erection.

  She didn’t think she could stand it.

  She removed her own underwear, hoping to encourage him to touch her, to finger her. To pleasure her.

  He just licked her breasts. Wet them fully, every delightful inch.

  She was on fire. She wanted to throw him down and ride him until she came in fierce waves, then continue riding him until she orgasmed again.

  She wanted to suck him hard and swallow his ejaculation. She wanted him to be so weak with pleasure that they’d crash afterward, wrapped in each other’s arms.

  Where did that come from?

  The thought made her angry. Could it be she who was so needy she’d crave being wrapped in his arms?

  Her movements became choppy and aggressive. In turn, he became gentle and loving. The perfect balance.

  But she’d thought that about the last one she was with.

  This was just sex, dammit. Not power stealing, just good old fashioned orgasms.

  He lay her on the bed. “Move up some more,” he whispered.

  She was already at the side of the bed and looked at him, puzzled.

  “Exactly,” he whispered again. “Drop your head over the edge.”

  He stood over her and spread his legs over her face, his enormous cock primed and ready before her mouth.

  So tempting. She kissed it, then opened wide and took it into the warmth of her mouth.

  He groaned at the sucking. Before she knew it he had leaned over her body and spread her vaginal lips with one hand.

  Then his warm wet tongue was there, licking and tasting and giving pleasure unimaginable. How could she possibly concentrate on bringing him satisfaction when he distracted her with his own ministrations?

  She sucked harder, loving his groans.

  But then he attacked her clit in return. He nibbled it gently and French-kissed the whole area. She was so distracted and just wanted her release, quickly. They could go slower next time.

  What next time?

  She released his cock so he could lie down next to her on the bed. He reached for a condom and rolled it on in one smooth move. She straddled him and took that luscious, stiff rod into her body.

  He fitted perfectly.

  As if made for her. For her exact dimensions. He filled her up in both length and girth.

  She rode hard. Uninhibitedly.

  “Slow down, baby. I only have so much control.”

  She smiled at him, and he reached down and pulled one leg straight so he could flip her onto her back.

  And then he thrust. She wrapped long legs around his waist and hung on as he bucked into her.

  Her sheath gripped him, trying to pull him deeper into her as it reached for something on just the other side of this reality.

  It grabbed her and she curled her body as the waves washed over her. Her body shuddered with internal contractions that went on and on, her organs quivering uncontrollably.

  She had no idea it could be like this.

  She looked up at him. He’d watched her face while she came. Saw the emotions that stole across her soul. But now it was his turn.

  But she wasn’t prepared for what happened then.

  He delved into her, harder and faster and she could literally feel his heart race, almost as demonic as she. He stiffened and pressed his face into her neck.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as he came.

  She gripped his cock with her internal muscles as he shuddered into her body.

  She seized again, fireworks exploding throughout her system. A second orgasm, blossoming from the first.

  Never before had that happened.

  He turned to his side, pulling her thigh over his hip while they were still connected. He ran a finger down the side of her cheek.

  “Thank you,” he whispered.

  She smiled lazily at him. “No, thank you.”

  “My pleasure,” he said before touching soft lips to hers. His lids were heavy. “Ready for a relationship in addition to the great sex?”

  “Nope.”

  He smiled against her lips.

  “It really was great sex, though,” she conceded.

  “You could have it whenever you want.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  “So suspicious. Just because we both enjoy it. It’s go
od for us.”

  “What’s the catch?”

  “Does there have to be one?”

  “There always is.”

  “It’s small enough. Sex together, but no one else.”

  “I told you. I don’t want or need a relationship.”

  He sighed, a long exuberant breath. “So stubborn. Suspicious and stubborn and… sexy as hell. You’ll drive me insane.”

  He slowly pulled from her body and reached for a tissue to dispose of the condom in a nearby wastebasket. Then he laid flat on his back, curling her head onto his shoulder. His breathing was slowing down and his eyes were shut.

  “Tired?” she asked, curious. It must be a human trait to relax afterward, instead of feeling energized. But how would she know? Technically she wasn’t human and hadn’t had real sex. Not like this. Not with satisfaction. Although once, she’d convinced herself it was satisfying. Now she knew otherwise. That relationship had been lukewarm at best.

  “Mmm,” he muttered.

  She decided to close her eyes and enjoy the feel of his skin under her cheek for just the briefest moment.

  Because it felt so right. So different from before.

  He held her tightly and she curled her face into the side of his neck where she smiled softly. When she was sure he couldn’t see her. Her body was soft and languid, for once satiated.

  This was real sex.

  How amazing. So unlike the power stealing, soul sucking. It was so hard to break from that. And that was addictive, no doubt about it. Hard to break from, because the more men you possessed, the more you craved. She wondered if sex would be that way.

  She was so relaxed. She could close her eyes for just a second and pretend there was nothing more to life but this moment in time. She was barely aware when the world faded to nothing.

  She was surprised a couple hours later when she awakened. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep. She’d never let her guard down that much before.

  She’d never even slept with him.

  This wasn’t right. She had a battle that could break out at any time and she should be out stealing power, not enjoying herself.

  Beside her, Caleb still slept. She’d sneak out before he woke. Silently, she slid from his bed, careful not to wake him.

  Her body was relaxed from the force of her orgasm. Languid. She reached for her panties lying on the floor and felt the room spin.

  She closed her eyes and the force of sudden wind dropped her to her knees.

  When the whirlwind stopped, there was instant chatter all around her. Creatures, demons, all sorts of different species, conversing in any language and understanding all.

  She knew where she was.

  Hell.

  Chapter Four

  The Challenge of Temptation

  She was on her hands and knees, stomach sucked in, breasts thrust out. Unashamed of her nakedness. She was beautiful and she knew it. As did the rest of the creatures that admired her, unlike the old days when they pretended humans were ugly. Shunned them, even the innocent children.

  “Keara Knight,” whispered the throaty, broken voice as if it had forgotten how to speak.

  “Enishka,” she responded.

  A slap bounded across her face from the dark-robed demon nearest to her. Slime dripped from his arm as he lowered it and she realized his entire flesh was made from it, a Rot Demon. The worst creature imaginable. A demon who had dedicated his life to uncontrollable soul sucking.

  “No one is allowed to call him by name,” the Rot Demon snapped. “Refer to him only as the demon lord. Master.”

  She dropped her head to acquiesce.

  “My lovely.” The demon lord whined. “So beautiful. You were to have been my child.”

  She didn’t answer for there seemed to be nothing to say.

  “How is your mother?”

  “She is fine. Beautiful. Happy.”

  “Still in love with your father?”

  “Of course.”

  Now it was the demon lord’s turn for silence and Keara knew what the problem was. He was jealous of her father’s power and infuriated that it obviously had no time restraints. That for over twenty-five years and a dimension later it was still in full force.

  “You were raised amongst the humans,” he hissed. “I’d like you to spend time in my dimension amid the rest of your kind.”

  Very untrue but she knew better than to call him a liar. He knew good and well that as Jenesi she’d spent her entire childhood trapped in his dimension. She chose her words carefully. “At this time, I’m not looking for change.”

  “Your mother and father owe me.”

  She shrugged. “I do not.”

  Her eyes glowed as brightly as his. They stared at each other, both at a standstill. The swamp was hushed as the twin red lights burned bright enough to fill the darkness. In response, hers burned blue to counter his. There was an undercurrent of excitement in the swamp, a nervous twitching energy that could be felt by everyone present. Never before had they seen anyone’s eyes glow as brightly as the master’s.

  “After all I’ve done for you? Innocent offspring of two breeds? I allowed you to remain in Luciefyiore and attend the finest school. I kept you from being banished until my absence, in which it was out of my control.”

  Allowed? Forced was more like it. Her banishment to Earth had been a blessing.

  She shrugged, still refusing to speak, but losing the eye contact. And was surprised that her glow had not only rivaled his, but may have actually exceeded it. Apparently truths and lies were intermingled here anyway so arguing wasn’t going to get her far.

  “That is your final choice?” he asked after long moments of waiting.

  “It is.”

  The swamp was still silent. Everyone waited for his response. Would he erupt and throw a temper tantrum? Would he beg? Did he have a trump card to play? Could he force her to his bidding?

  “So be it. Do not ever ask for my help. I only help out my own,” he spat hatefully.

  She didn’t bother to respond as the whirlwind sucked the air from her lungs and hurled her painfully into to her own dimension.

  Keara was left gasping on Caleb’s floor before she could recover enough to dress. Her fingers were shaking so badly she’d have to wait anyway. What did Enishka mean by his last statement? Would he be trying to reach his tentacles out to cause a problem for someone she loved? Surely he couldn’t touch her parents, but was that in the banishment decree?

  She pulled on her jeans and then paused when Caleb sat up in bed. “Keara? Baby, what are you doing out of bed?”

  Think fast. “Nothing. Nightmare. It’s fine.”

  “Why didn’t you reach for me?”

  “Excuse me?” Did he mean physically? Or was he talking about pulling him into her dreams, the way she used to when she was a child?

  “Face it. You know I wasn’t just a dream. I was more of your guardian angel. I counseled you all through Johnny Dakin and then Dean.”

  “Caleb, I didn’t know I was able to contact anyone mentally. I’m sorry I pulled you into my strange life.”

  “I’m not complaining. I’d never complain. But I am used to helping you. Until you shut me out during Dean.”

  “I don’t want to talk about him.”

  “Talking about it releases it.”

  “No. Dean was the most painful thing I’ve ever been through.”

  Caleb’s eyes softened. “You did good, Keara. You walked away with dignity and grace. He was the one in the wrong but you didn’t let it make you bitter.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Of course.”

  But she knew differently. If she hadn’t been bitter enough to punish other men for Dean’s mistakes, she wouldn’t be in a testing phase right now. That was something she couldn’t share with Caleb, however. He would never understand about demons and dimensions and half-breeds. He’d run for the hills if she tried to explain.

  “Your only mistake was locking me out from that point
on.” He sat next to her and pressed a tiny, soft kiss onto her temple. Keara closed her eyes for the briefest second, allowing herself to experience bliss she didn’t deserve.