by Marks, Rena
“Let me help you, baby,” he whispered, kissing her again.
When he kissed her like that, she did feel good and whole and pure. As if her inner demon melted away.
He had been her friend once. As a child. The only one she ever had. So what if in her innocent youth she thought she’d made him up? A product of her desperate mind?
He had years to hurt her and never had. She’d be careful, she’d be wary. But just once, she wanted him. Needed him.
Tomorrow she’d test his patience just to see how he’d react. Maybe one day she’d introduce him to her parents and see how he dealt with the oddity. If he ran scared, so be it. She’d be no worse off for wear.
But for tonight she just needed some escape.
“Caleb.”
He turned to face her, his expression questioning. Parting her lips slightly, she leaned forward and tasted him.
His mouth opened beneath hers and his tongue met hers. Slowly, softly, letting her choose the pace.
She couldn’t slow down if she wanted. Her kisses became more demanding as she tasted the human sweetness being offered freely to her.
He leaned her backward, still at a snail’s pace in case she changed her mind. She laced her fingers through the back of his hair, pulling him close. God, how she wanted him. She couldn’t get enough.
He continued kissing her as his hand reached up to casually brush against her breast. She arched her back, encouraging and needing him to reach for more.
She was on fire and he loosened the waistband of her jeans. She raised her hips, hoping he’d take the encouragement.
He did. One hand slipped into her jeans and brushed against her mound. His finger parted her already swollen cleft and delved inside to find warm, velvety juices.
She whimpered at the sweet invasion.
“Are you too sore?” he whispered.
“Never,” she promised.
He inserted his finger fully, letting the silky sweet liquid flow over him.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. “Hot and wet. Ready for me. I smell you and it makes me want to taste you. Spread you wide and lick you up.”
His fingers left her to pull the jeans from her hips. His tongue moved slowly along her lower lip as he undressed her. When she was naked, he placed two pillows under her back to prop her up. Then he spoke gruffly.
“Spread your legs. Bend at the knees.”
She did as requested and felt his hand skim over her inner thigh before she felt his lips kiss the same smooth skin.
He leaned back and with his hands on the curves of her buttocks, he used his thumbs on her labia to spread her open for his view.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick.
Keara inhaled deeply when the tip of his tongue glided up her moist slit. There was something so erotic about watching his head delve between her thighs.
He nibbled at her clit, tingles shooting throughout her body. Before she knew it, she couldn’t hold still, clenching and unclenching her sheath in rhythmic beats.
She’d expected to feel good. Who couldn’t enjoy oral sex? What she didn’t expect was complete, utter desire for Caleb alone. She couldn’t imagine letting anyone else touch her this way, and she knew she wouldn’t feel this same way with another’s mouth on her most intimate body part.
He curled a finger into her passage to rub deliberately at her G-spot. With his other hand, he pressed on her mound so he could feel his finger rub.
Lust exploded within her. His lips pulling and sucking on her clit, his finger rubbing those inner bundles of nerves, his outer hand pushing those nerves into his finger…
Keara brought her knees to her chest, gripping her ankles with her hands. It brought her bottom up higher, and Caleb took advantage of the situation to suck delicate, swollen labia into his mouth.
He sucked one tender outer lip into his warmth and then the other. By the time he turned his careful attention to her inner lips she thought she’d scream, the pleasure was so intense.
“Caleb,” she whispered desperately.
“Just enjoy, love,” he said, delving back to her spread-open pussy.
Soft whimpering sounds escaped her throat, making her sound feminine and eager.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to watch your lips quiver as your body clenches.”
He stopped speaking long enough to give her another deliciously wet lick. “Finger your nipples. I want to see you pull and stretch them. Harden them, make them long so they poke out at me.”
He watched her slender hand cup her full breasts, the globes spilling up and over. Long fingers plucked at the pink peaks that tipped her white skin as she twisted delicately. Staring deeply into her eyes, Caleb ground his hips into the mattress. As he lowered his talented tongue back down, he made a show of thrusting his hips, knowing her eyes were on his muscular ass.
He attacked her stiff clit, quick teasing tongue flicks against her reddened skin.
“Caleb,” she screamed, her legs uncontrollably straightening into the air as she thrust her sex up against his hair roughened face. He clamped onto her with a hardened suck as she exploded, his hands cupping her ass and bringing her tightly to him.
Long, delicious waves rolled over her body, her breasts softly quivering under her hands. Moans escaped her throat as she came and Caleb knew she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
He pulled away from her quivering flesh and grabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans. Her head was tipped back and her eyes closed as if his mouth on her was the center of her world. The packet was torn open and the condom rolled on in one smooth movement.
He rose up and slid into her silky wet body in one long glide, gasping when he reached the top and she clenched him with her inner muscles to bring him in deeper. He looked down at her to find her eyes open and watching as he thrust his cock into her, slow and sure.
He pulled out and left the head of his organ at her opening. “You’re so hot inside. On fire.”
She smiled at him and rolled her hips to get the tip of him into her greedy vaginal lips. “I’m wet, too,” she murmured. “Bet it won’t put out the flames.”
He groaned and plunged into her, pausing for just a moment before he fucked her intensely. A few strokes, a dozen at most. Just a taste, a sampling of what it could be if he had any self control at all. Regretfully, he pulled out and gripped her rounded hips. He pulled her up and onto his lap, his cock still imbedded in her and her legs on either side of his body.
Her sex wide open for his view.
His body buried deeply in hers.
He circled his finger around and around her sensitive clit, never touching it directly. She pulsed her inner muscles tightly on him and he began to give her small little thrusts, inch by inch.
He felt the tension banded tightly in her body. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he concentrated on not coming, but he could feel the swell of her impending orgasm all around him. Could smell the concentrated sex in the air.
Saw the swollen pleasure bared before him.
“Come for me, Keara. I need you to explode around my cock so I can lose control,” he said, an edge in his voice.
With a feminine gasp, she did as he asked and milked his cock in sweet, rhythmic clenches. Finally, he could thrust as hard and fast and deep as he wanted into her feverishly erupting orgasm.
Pleasure exploded as hot slick flesh gripped each other, sliding wetly and furiously.
Half propping his body onto muscular forearms around her, he curled his head into her shoulder to catch his breath.
And she stroked the back of his head tenderly. As if she planned what to do next.
* * * * *
She was gone before he awoke the next morning.
And managed to avoid him for whole three days. There was something softening inside her, melting whenever she thought of him. But she didn’t need that.
The guilt was horrible. She avoided his call the
first day because she felt guilty at having to summon Mike and Roderick.
The second day she avoided it because she felt guilty at being with Mike and Roderick.
The third day she avoided him because of the guilt over avoiding his calls.
When had she become a guilt-ridden female? She was half-demon, there should be none of that. Just pride. She was a monster, after all. She could never forget that fact. She was dirty and tainted and…
She needed the power surge of a threesome before a battle with Enishka ensued.
She would not feel bad about it. It didn’t matter about Caleb, she owed him nothing.
She would not. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t think back over the last couple days.
The threesome had been easy enough to set up. Mental images sent separately to Mike and Rod had both of her minions scrambling to call her.
Minions. The side effect of stealing dark power. The twisted human was subject to her every whim and desire. A powerful trait to have, especially if you were a demon lord. If Enishka ever found out what she inherited from her dad and how it had morphed with her…
Rod was sitting on Mike’s front porch in a slight daze, as if he couldn’t remember how he got there.
“Something is going on with me, but I can’t figure out what. I’d never have considered this before. Not with another man involved.”
Keara had shrugged. “There’s a first time for everything. Maybe you’re just going with the flow?”
Mike looked out his front door. “Don’t worry about it. Who’ll even know? Ever? You and I are just with a woman, not each other.”
So they thought.
Because for the most powerful surge, all three had to be involved. They thought she’d be a willing threesome partner, that she’d be involved, and she would. Just not in the way they expected. She’d be on the sidelines, stealing power.
Chapter Five
The Consequences of Temptation
What had happened to her? The surge wasn’t as powerful as it should have been. She’d sucked the threesome power but she didn’t have the extra stores in her reserves. Something was wrong and she didn’t know if she should dare try again.
Because would that endanger the human part of her soul?
She already craved power sucks like a junkie sought drugs. Needed them with uncontrollable urges. Her father had warned her but she was too worried about protecting her parents from Enishka to heed his advice.
Now in addition to the crabbiness she’d been experiencing, she was panicked. What if she did try another threesome? What if she didn’t?
On top of it all, her eyes kept glowing with her distress. Like a damn futuristic robot with a short circuited laser beam. Not very many demons had the problematic glow but apparently she was one of those lucky few.
A pounding at the door matched the pounding of her head. She rolled her neck muscles to loosen the tension just enough for her stress to drop and her horns to descend.
Then she swung the door open to find Caleb. Avoidance was over.
He stood on the front stoop wearing a chocolate brown t-shirt that matched his eyes while serving a dual purpose of hugging his luscious biceps. Tight jeans encased muscular legs that made her mouth water when she recalled what was underneath the denim.
He looked good enough to eat while she looked like Elvira.
Her skin was too pale from the lack of sleep, with dark bruises under her eyes that reminded her of runaway mascara. Her normally glossy black hair had nothing much done to it but a ponytail to keep it out of the way.
And she was tired. So tired. So disappointed in the wasted effort of the threesome. So damn short-tempered and not liking the guilt. More demon than human.
“You okay? I haven’t talked to you in a while,” he said.
“I’m fine. Just…busy.”
“You don’t look fine. Have you been sick?”
That would have been a great excuse had she thought of it. Unfortunately, one of the downfalls of the Horntreau demons was their inability to lie. Oh, they could allude to something, perhaps withhold important data, but an outright bald-faced lie? Impossible. Which was why her father had been Enishka’s second in command.
It was amazing that he was clever and powerful enough to trick the demon lord.
“I’m… I’m not sick. Just tired, and… Oh, I don’t know,” she snapped.
Before she knew it, he was right there. Invading her space with the strength of that amazing chest before her. Melting her into him until her traitorous body felt like butter.
He released her hair from its band and slowly stroked the back of her head. Why did a simple human’s touch feel so wondrous? Was it something her human side craved? Had she teased her human soul with Dean and now it demanded another?
Or was it only Caleb who made her crave him?
In any case, her quivering muscles began to lose tension. He sensed it and bent slightly to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom.
Once there, he deposited her on the bed and lay down with her. He pulled her back into the honeyed warmth of him. It felt so good. Her body involuntarily stiffened once more as her mind pondered the meaning of her feelings.
“Just let me hold you. Relax,” he whispered with his arms around her. It was so easy to listen to the soothing tones in his voice. So easy to let go and fall asleep. As long as he would too.
And there it was, his breathing growing steady and deep, his heartbeat slowing.
She drifted between worlds. The only place where she truly fitted in.
But through the heady thickness of sleep, something pulled at her. She had a brief moment of dread before she involuntarily left the warmth of Caleb in her bed.
The whirlwind of air reached out for her, sucking the oxygen from her lungs, twisting her stomach and making her pant for clean, familiar air. It was foggy where she’d landed and she wasn’t alone.
Not again.
“Keara.”
One word. Her name. Pronounced with the ancient accent that sent chills racing down her spine. She remained kneeling on the smoky ground, the fog rising in curled mists around her.
Slowly she raised her head to face her nightmare. His face and body were deep red, the color of a cooked lobster. But from the waist down, he was a horse. In the Earth dimension, he would be known as a Centaur. Minus the hair and tail. Just red lobster skin.
Of course, Enishka could change his form at will.
“Will you call me ‘master’?” His voice was gentle, sweet. Cajoling, lulling her into a false sense of trust.
She knew the tricks.
“I am half human.” Her voice rang with conviction.
Hissing followed her refusal, subservient creatures that reclined in the swampy mists around her. She fought the urge to recoil when a slimy hand caressed her ankle and the creature cackled in laughter.
“You are half demon.”
Silence ensued at the standoff.
“Have you wondered why I sent for you?” His low growl continued.
“I’ll assume I’m in my testing phase.”
“You are,” he agreed. “And doing so well at it. I loved the way you drove the necrophiliac insane. He’ll be such a riot when he returns to Hell. But my favorite is how you talked the crooked cop into a threesome with his attorney. Who’d have guessed it? Such macho, macho men.” His voice mimicked the song. The swamp underlings twittered with hysterical laughter.
A small twinge of apprehension knotted her midsection. If he knew the extent of what powers existed within her half-bred body, he’d never give up.
Yet even now, she couldn’t fully regret her actions. Maybe she was more demon than human. The temptation to ruin Dean’s life was nearly overwhelming when she was at her weakest. She had to fight with herself not to contact his wife and compare notes on the man they had shared. Just to make sure his wife knew how much of a loser he was.
“What will you do to the ex-lover who left you and returned to his wife?” th
e demon lord asked slyly, as if he knew what she’d been thinking.
Had he known? The familiar pain of betrayal clenched her gut at the mention of the one human she’d loved.
“Nothing,” she whispered. “I’m done with Dean. He made his choice and willingly returned to her.”
Enishka’s shriek was ear-splitting. “What! Nothing? No repercussions for the one who started you on this rampage? Who treated my future queen deplorably?”