Demonic Passions

by Marks, Rena

  But only half an inch thick with her strengths. To rank as high as she did, she had to be hiding some of those powers. Just like her father did before her.

  Sneaky Horntreau clan.

  “Okay, then. Tonight? Ten?”

  There was a pause while he checked whatever calendar he had before him. Natalya rolled her eyes, inspecting her fingernails while the dimwit tried to act important. “Yeah, ten will be fine.”

  “She’ll be ready.”

  “Will I meet you?”

  “Perhaps.” Over her dead body. Backstabbing human, to sell his soul and crucify one of his own.

  * * * * *

  She was supposed to meet Natalya here. So far, the blonde demon hadn’t shown up. No, she wouldn’t be at Caleb’s bar like Natalya had originally suggested as a meeting place. Keara nearly had a heart attack when the name was casually slung out.

  Keara had suggested this place herself. Far enough away to not be recognized. Close enough to steal some power should she get the urge.

  “Hi, baby doll.” Dean stood before her, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

  “What do you need, Dean?” Where the hell was Natalya? Shock hit Keara’s midsection as she realized this was a setup. Natalya had no intention of showing up. Dean had instead.

  Did he know he was being used? Was everything about him a lie and he was a poor innocent human being manipulated by demons to have her fail her testing phase? Or was he really working with them?

  “I’m in trouble, Keara. Someone is stalking me.”

  It wasn’t what she expected. Her eyes looked sharply at him, especially when the next word was mentioned.

  “Almost…hunting me.”

  Dean fought the urge to smile. Enishka had slyly mentioned playing the Huntress against Keara. A girl fight, that was a huge turn on.

  But as soon as the urge to smile came, it was resisted. He turned soulful blue eyes to her, knew that his pouty lower lip was getting to her when her eyes dropped to it.

  As if she remembered the sweet kisses they’d shared.

  That was the one thing he regretted about ending their relationship. He would have liked it to continue a bit longer because she was damn hot in bed. But Enishka commanded the breakup, the time was ripe according to him.

  He would never point out that it obviously wasn’t a good time since she hadn’t gone all demon like everyone expected.

  She was still as sexy as hell, that was for damn sure. He wondered how many good fucks he could get in until she caught on to who he worked for.

  “I need help, baby. I know I don’t deserve it, but you’re the only one I can turn to.”

  “What do you expect me to do?”

  “Just make the night terrors go away for a little while. Stay with me. Please. I miss you so badly and I love you so much.”

  “Annie’s not going to object to that?”

  He leaned in as if to tell her a painful secret. “Annie will never change. Our marriage will go nowhere. I know that now, and I’ve left her. I’m staying in an extended stay motel downtown.”

  Keara stared at him, as if trying to see into his mind. “I’m not moving in,” she warned. “One night is all. Then it’s over.”

  “I know, sweetie.” His lips were very close to hers and he moved them in, the tiniest bit. Just the way she liked it. Sensual and erotic, and when she didn’t stop him, he slid over hers.

  The kiss was the way it always was, perfectly played out, soft and sexy.

  But nature called at the most inopportune times. He murmured against her lips, “I just need to head to the bathroom and we can leave, if you’re ready?”

  She nodded.

  “Be right back,” he murmured, kissing the tip of her nose. Like he used to.

  He slid from the seat, trying to ignore the semi-erection that rose in anticipation of a good fuck. And then got harder as he thought of the condom machine in the bathroom. He could stock up for the wondrous night ahead.

  Keara sat and waited for him to return from the bathroom as she stared into her drink. Wondering if she had the strength to do this.

  “What are you doing here?” asked a familiar voice.

  “Caleb,” she said. Shock rounded her eyes. Panic hit when she realized Dean would arrive any minute. She couldn’t have Caleb see how low she’d stooped. “I’m having a drink, what are you doing here?”

  “Looking for you.” His voice was nonchalant.

  “Do you always look at rival nightclubs?”

  “Do you always go to rival nightclubs?”

  There was a pregnant pause as she tried to be flippant. “I don’t owe you anything. No explanations, nothing.”

  “No. But you know how I feel about you, there’s no denying it.”

  Keara raised her eyebrows. “Really? And how is that?”

  “You care about me. If you would let yourself, you’d love me. As much as I love you.”

  It wasn’t real. He thought he loved her because she’d forced him. And she couldn’t tell him she exerted demon power over him.

  “Caleb, look. We barely know each other. You can’t possibly love me.”

  “Why not?”

  “You don’t know me.”

  “I know more than you think.”

  “You don’t know the real me.”

  “Only because you try to hold me at arm’s length. You try to distance yourself, but I’m not going to let it happen.” With a tug, he pulled her to her feet and molded her body to his. The long, lean length of him, thigh to thigh, hip to hip, breast to chest.

  And spiked her interest. Like Dean never had.

  “Then you know me well enough to know I’m here with someone else.”

  “Who?” he growled.

  “Someone with money. Lots of it.”

  “Materialistic, are you?” he joked.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped as his hot tongue rasped against her throat.

  “Teasing you. Leave with me.”

  “What will I tell him?”

  “Nothing. Let him come back to find you gone.”

  Oh, hell. What was one last time, especially if she’d never see him again? She nodded, the barest semblance of a smile on her lips. She slipped her hand in his and let him lead her from the bar into a waiting taxi. She scooted right up next to him on the seat, no holds barred.

  “Your place or mine?” he asked, nibbling on her earlobe.

  “Mine is closer.” Her voice was breathless.

  Caleb gave the address to the driver and pulled her onto his lap, facing him so the driver couldn’t see. With one deft hand, he unsnapped her jeans and eased the zipper down. He traced calloused fingers along the edge of her tiny panties, slowly feeling the contrast of the silk and lace scraps. He left a trail of heat in his wake before slipping inside the seam, where his touch literally burned. Once inside, he just pressed his hot palm against the heated core of her.

  He could turn her on like no other.

  She moaned. “Why?”

  “You said you’re hornier than most women. Yet you won’t have anything to do with me. So let’s see how long it takes you to throw me down.”

  “Are you insane?”

  But she felt like the insane one. His finger stroked her damp, plump lips that had swelled before she even left the bar, before it pressed into her hot, slick shaft. It felt so incredibly long and thick, she wanted to press against it. Uncontrollably. Force it deep. To fuck herself on his hand and ease this enormous need.

  Still, she tried once more to refuse. As if his finger wasn’t in her pussy. After all, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. She should be the one in control, not him. “I told you, it’ll just be one night of fun sex. I don’t want a relationship to trap me and you’re getting possessive.”

  “It’s just because I love you, isn’t it?”

  But that magical finger, the one that was hot and wet from her juices, circled her clit with heat. Her hips surged forward of their own accord, wanting so desperately
to force him to press against it, but instead he circled again. And again.

  She was on fire. Her heat phase demanded satisfaction. Power. She wanted to suck it from someone. And this time…release along with it. Turning it into something else entirely, something she had no real definition for.

  Against her backside, she felt his cock making demands. Stiff, full grown and ready for her. Pressing against her buttocks, full of sweet promises, of hard fullness. She wondered how it would feel plunging again and again deep within her. Over and over, until she could take no more.

  “Dammit, Caleb, you have to stop. Before he sees.”

  “Stop me. You know how,” he said against her lips.

  “How?” she moaned, before his tongue snaked out and licked her full lower lip. Nibbled gently until she opened and met his tongue with her own.

  “A promise. Trust me enough to let me love you.”

  He’d want her love in return. They always did.

  She didn’t need to stop him. The cab rolled to the curb and he withdrew his hand as she zipped up and maneuvered from the car.

  She wasted no time. She left him paying the driver while she unlocked her front door. When he finally stepped inside, she closed the door behind him and unsnapped his jeans. “It’s about time, slowpoke.”

  “I don’t see you naked yet, baby,” he said.

  “But you will.”

  Her hand brushed against the swell in his jeans while she unzipped him. She dropped to her knees, tugging his waistband down to expose the cotton underwear that barely covered the bulge beneath.

  She pulled them down and he sprang forth. She rubbed her cheek onto his sensitive flesh, loving how warm he was against her face.

  She licked along the length of him and he groaned. His penis jumped slightly, with a mind of its own. As if it were excited to be kissed by her sweet lips.

  Excited it was. It nearly leapt into her mouth when she opened her mouth over the head. He gasped when her mouth enclosed the crown of his penis. She sucked softly, almost rolling the head of his cock in her mouth.

  “Keara,” he groaned as he caressed her cheek with his palm.

  In response, she kissed along the shaft of his hardness, all the way to the base. And kept kissing, then ran her tongue along the area where his cock met his balls. She kissed all along his tender ball sac, and then took one testicle into her mouth, sucking softly as she rolled his balls gently in her mouth.

  “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, looking down. The visual of her worshipping his body was almost too much to bear. There she was, on her knees before him, sucking his balls with those luscious full lips.

  The lips that hinted at her mixed heritage of not quite human.

  If he could only get this woman to worship him completely. The way she was meant to.

  “Get up,” he said softly.

  She rose to her feet and stood up on tiptoe to press her sexy lips to his. He inserted his tongue between her lips and she met him with her own.

  They blended their tastes, soft and sensual, mouths sliding against one another. He unsnapped her jeans so her waistband would gap. He slid his hand down the back of her pants to cup the smooth, round globes of her ass. His skin slid across her silky flesh and he squeezed softly. Soon he withdrew his hands and pushed her jeans slightly lower, below her hipbones. Which was easy enough to do in this day of low cut jeans.

  His thumbs massaged her hipbones and her lips parted slightly at the erotic feelings being transferred from his fingertips.

  He pulled her thin cotton t-shirt up over her head and she lifted her arms to help him. Then she stood before him in jeans and a front clasp bra in blood red.

  He twisted the tiny clasp between her breasts and the bra popped open, spilling pale skin into his hands. Her nipples were hard points of pleasure that he massaged gently with his thumbs. Her moan was too much to take and he bent his head to lick at the pouty little rosy tipped breast.

  Her nipples were perfect. Hard and pointy and so eager to be teased with his tongue.

  He lapped at the stiff peaks before sucking one in.

  Her response was worth it. She arched her back, thrusting more of her hard tipped breasts at him. She cupped a breast with her own hand, massaging it as she held it to his lips.

  He pushed her jeans down completely over her hips, taking her panties along with them, leaving her bare to cup the warmth between her legs in the palm of his hand. His middle finger inserted deep into her sheath, finding her hot and soaked, ready for more than just a finger.

  “That feels so good,” she moaned, clenching her muscles around his finger. “Deeper, Caleb.”

  “How’s this?” he asked, kissing her sexy lips as he curled his finger to reach her spongy G-spot. He stroked the soft skin there and she exhaled, smiling lazily with her lush lips.

  Her eyelids were heavy as her sultry blue eyes gazed at him. “Are we going to make it to the bed?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Because I want you to lie on it and spread your legs wide. I want to see your entire pussy before I taste it. Do you have any clue what it looks like, silky and swollen? The most intimate part of you?”

  She gasped as he caught her clit under his thumb and pressed in.

  “Oooh,” she breathed. “I want you so much.”

  “We were made for each other. We fit each other perfectly, we complement each other.”

  She closed her legs, pulling his hand from her body with regret. She brought his finger up to her mouth and enclosed in her warmth. She sucked his finger clean, watching him with those exotic blue eyes. He jerked the rest of his clothing off, reached for a condom, and watched as she undressed also.

  “Come to my bed,” she whispered.

  “How about this way?” he asked, and lifted her body to his waist. She wrapped her long legs around him, and he sank his stiff cock into her.

  “Ohh,” she groaned, and he walked with her, his body imbedded in hers, all the way to the edge of the bed.

  She climbed off him long enough to lie back on the bed, spreading her legs in the fashion he’d just told her about.

  She pressed her knees against her chest, then opened her legs. He stared at her spread pussy and she snaked a hand down to spread her inner lips apart. To let him see all the tender pink folds inside, the petals of a soft rose.

  He lowered his face down to her nether lips, licking one swollen side into his mouth and then paying careful attention to its twin.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “That’s it. Exactly.”

  His tongue found her clitoris, jabbing at the sensitive nub while she squirmed deliciously. She began to thrust her hips at him, and he clamped his mouth over her mound and sucked. She found her release, her flesh contracting in quivering bursts as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face harder against her vulva.

  She breathed deeply as her muscles relaxed, and he laid his cheek against her thigh as he watched her continue to quiver. After she rested for a few minutes, he climbed on top of her and said, “I think I’ll fuck you from behind.”

  He helped her turn over onto her stomach and pulled her up onto weakened knees. He entered her so slowly. It felt so right, as if they were made for each other. Their bodies fit perfectly, his imbedded deeply within hers.

  Hot, warm sensitivity as their flesh slid against each other. In and out, as if the swells of her pussy wanted to tightly grip at him against his withdrawals.

  He plunged back in, inch by inch, letting her feel the strength filling her. He groaned into her ear, “I want to fuck you faster. You’re so tempting, I just want to fuck and fuck, all day long.”

  “Ride me harder,” she encouraged. “I’m so close again.”

  He began to buck his hips faster. He ran his hands over her naked back and said, “Play with your clit, baby. Pull it.”

  She reached down between her legs and he could feel her fingers brush against his balls. He shivered and began slapping harder against her.

  He was so clos
e, he just had to feel her tightly strung body burst all around him so he could find his own release.

  And then she collapsed her head onto the bed, which made her delectable ass rise higher into the air. “Ooh, Caleb,” she screamed as her body spasmed in wondrous rhythmic clenches around his cock.