Defy Me: A Paranormal Demon Romance (The Demonology Series Book 2)

by Felicity Brandon

  He moved closer, looming over me until I had to crane my neck to hold his gaze.

  “Oh, no,” he assured me. “Not anymore. Now, you are heartened. You walk a little taller. You are avenged.”

  Despite my hammering heart and raging need, I smiled at his words, knowing he was right. Justice had finally come to the man who’d used me for all those years, and night had fallen over those dark encounters.

  “It has been too long since night came.” His hand slipped to my backside, squeezing my ass roughly before his shoes nudged my feet apart.

  “Yes, Master.”

  It was impossible for me to draw my gaze from him, and even as my legs widened, I was captured by the dark hunger in his eyes—hunger for me.

  “And now, its shroud had fallen, and the full moon rises.”

  One hand held me tightly at my middle while the other slipped between my cheeks, skimming my dark hole lightly before grazing over my swollen lips. I was ready for him, there was no doubt about that. I was readier than I’d ever been for anything—for anyone.

  “Shall I compare you to the moon?” His voice was an insistent purr, goading my eyes to flutter closed as his lips lowered to my face. “Its dark beauty unrivaled as it captures the night, not once, Tara, but every night, for all time.”

  I exhaled, unsure what to say. There were no words for this entrancing behavior—the passion which had simmered within me for so long rose, furled into hot, slick need at my core until it seemed impossible to take another breath without him. I needed his lips—on me, over me—and his cock inside me.

  “The moon, Tara.”

  His tone was almost amused as though he was mocking me, but I didn’t care. His words, like his body, were perfect. Even if they didn’t make sense to me, even if they goaded me, I wanted them.

  I needed them.

  “Her beauty is unrelenting and dependable, she is not flighty like the sun. The moon is always there, guiding us, controlling the oceans, watching over us.”

  “Yes.”

  “You are like that full moon.”

  My eyes flickered open at the sentiment, his smiling face only inches from the place I stood.

  “You control those tides. That power belongs to you.”

  “I don’t know what to say, except, thank you.”

  “You do not need to worry, little mortal,” he said softly as two of his fingers delved into my pussy from behind.

  Panting, my knees threatening to buckle as his digits pumped in and out of my wetness.

  “I just want you to remember, I am not the only supreme being here.”

  I gasped, moaning and pushing my hips back to meet his fingers.

  “You have a power all on your own, Tara. The power to bewitch me as no mortal has done before. All this time, I have thought of nothing but you, have acted on behalf of no other being but you, and I haven’t even fucked you yet!” He laughed before leaning close to brush his lips over mine. “I think you have me spellbound.”

  “Master,” I groaned the word as his digits stretched me wider, preparing me for what was to come. “I have no power whatsoever.”

  “You are wrong.” Gently, Solomon pressed his lips to my mouth, and I opened for him. As I’d always open.

  “I have never known a woman so influential before.”

  “Will you fuck me now?” I just about managed to force the words out between pants and watched, hypnotized as that alluring eyebrow rose once more.

  “Oh yes, Tara,” he purred. “Now, we both get what we want.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Solomon

  In the past, when I fucked mortals, there had been a pattern to things, a routine which I enjoyed, but as I stared down at Tara now, I realized this was different. Just as she had been right from the get-go.

  Always unique, compelling as she lured me into the distinctive abyss she was carving for us both.

  I did not just want to shove her over the furniture and take what I wanted—though I would ultimately gratify the need which had been rising within me, and I would bring to a satisfying conclusion for us both—but there was more than that.

  More lust.

  More than just lust.

  I hesitated, drawing away from her for a second as that idea reverberated.

  There could be no more than lust. Not for me. I needed to remember what I was. Fiends like me did not have true feelings, and they certainly did not love.

  “Master.” She sounded frantic, her tiny hand reaching for my face. “What’s wrong?”

  I shook my head, dismissing the ludicrous thought process.

  “Nothing,” I cooed. “There’s nothing more important than this…”

  She smiled at my verdict, a delicious blush blooming at her cheeks.

  “You are wet for me.”

  Her gaze flitted to my chest briefly before returning to me.

  “Always.”

  It was a breathy confession and one which swelled my already engorged cock. Having her naked around me the majority of the time had been my idea, but I still could not drag my eyes from her luscious form. Since I had ensured she ate regular meals and fed her sweet treats by hand, her assets had enhanced, along with the shine of her hair and the salacious need in her green eyes, those advances only serving to increase my interest.

  I wanted Tara.

  I wanted her in a way that was beyond reason, and as I glowered at her heated face, I knew Satan was right. I was going to screw her every which way mortally possible.

  “Get on your knees.”

  My tone deepened as I gave the order, but she barely flinched. The resonance no longer seemed to terrify her as it once had. I had the sense it enthralled her in ways she could scarcely understand.

  Wordlessly, she lowered as I instructed, her gaze fluttering as she regarded me through those full, dark lashes.

  “You are beautiful,” I reminded her, “but I want to decorate you for this, our first time.”

  “Yes, Master.” Tara nibbled at her lower lip and bit back a smile, which evidently wanted to rise at my assertion, but her thoughts confirmed her eagerness at the prospect.

  Oh my! This is happening. He’s finally going to fuck me!

  “Where does your master like your arms when you pleasure him with your mouth, little mortal?”

  Her hands slid into the small of her back as she’d been shown numerous times before, her gaze never leaving me.

  “Very good,” I praised. “Now, let me help with that.”

  One flick of my wrist fettered her wrists together with binds she would not have been able to see even if her hands were tethered in front of her. Not that it mattered, of course. Tara realized my magic was powerful and had surrendered to it many times before.

  “Master.” Her pupils dilated as she tugged futilely against her unseen bondage. “Please, may I have your cock?”

  I reached for her chin, stroking the length of her cheek for a long moment as our gazes locked.

  “You may, little mortal. I want you to take all of it into your hot little mouth. I want you to choke on its length until tears stream down that pretty face, and all the while, I want you to remember where it’s going next—what part of you it is going to fill when I am ready.”

  She gulped, her breathing increasing. “I can’t wait, Master.”

  Grinning, my fingers swept from her skin, retreating to the waistband of my pants. Her gaze was expectant as I unfastened the zipper, and when I slowly released my eager erection, she was audacious enough to lick her lips. Whatever trepidation lingered in my little mortal, it was buried deep within her. I smiled at the analogy, confident I would soon be joining it.

  “Come now,” I encouraged. “Impress me, Tara.”

  Her focus fell to my enormous cock before she widened her stance and wrapped her lips around the crown. Even that briefest of sensations was exquisite, the heat of her mouth enveloping my sensitive skin before she withdrew, lapping at me with her tongue.

  “I love how you t
aste, Master.”

  There was a wild look in her eye I had never noticed before. Even in all the time she took me this way, and the countless occasions I ripped orgasms from her tightly-wound body, I had never known an expression so salacious. My grin widened as the further thought followed—it was almost sinful.

  “Good,” I growled, guiding her head back to my throbbing cock with my palm. “I want you to satisfy me, little one. Please me now, and I will show you pleasure the likes of which you have never known.”

  Exhaling, she flashed me an errant smile before devouring me again, and I groaned as my hard length filled her throat.

  “That is more like it.” Fisting her silky hair, I held her in place for a moment, relishing the wet warmth before permitting her to withdraw. “Just like that, Tara.”

  Wantonly, she pushed herself back down my shaft without waiting for my encouragement, her gaze flitting north to judge my responses as she held her lips around my soft, dark hair.

  “Fuck.” I practically spat the word at her, my hips retreating, so I could slam back between her lips.

  She moaned in reply, gasping for breath as I filled her over and over again.

  “Yes, take all of me, little mortal.”

  The tears I had longed to see, brimmed in her expressive eyes, but there was no fear in her thoughts, no genuine concern about her welfare, and I sensed if I reached down between her legs, I would find just how horny the submissive display was making her.

  I knew she was dripping with desire.

  Hell, I could smell the scent of her fucking arousal. It was blissful, filling my nostrils and tightening my balls. There were not many times I was grateful for the mortal guise, but this was definitely one. The ability to feel the heat and sensation of a human throat around an engorged male organ was something that could not easily be replicated in other forms. It was incredible—a paradise which should have been denied to an evil as old as mine—and while the fools who kneeled in their churches each week, believed our kind were locked out of heaven, this act only proved what our kind knew to be true.

  Heaven was only a point of view.

  I reached my own personal nirvana every time she tongued me, each time my cock choked her and that small strangled mewl escaped her lips.

  I was the god of my own Eden—a heaven of my design.

  As far as I could see, I had my very only slice of it right here in the form of Tara Levinson, and there was nothing I would not do to protect that utopia.

  “So good, Tara.” I pulled my length from her, leaving her reeling, saliva falling in the place between us as I stepped back. “You look divine that way.”

  “Please,” she panted. “Please let me pleasure you more, Master.”

  “You will,” I promised. “But not now. Now, I want you.”

  She licked her lips. “Like this?”

  I chuckled, lifting her to her feet with one gentle motion of my palm. She hovered just a few inches from the ground, completely at my mercy.

  “Fettered, you mean?”

  Tara swallowed hard as I compelled her body toward me, her hard nipples grazing my flesh.

  “Yes.”

  “I know you like it, little mortal. You have always liked the idea of surrendering control to someone worthy, have you not?”

  Gasping, her eyes fluttered closed. “Yes, Master. Even though it makes no sense, not after the things done to me, but yes, deep down, that’s what I craved.”

  “And now you have it.” I smiled as her gaze opened to meet mine again. “I will cherish you at the same time I possess you. I will liberate you even as you are owned.”

  Her head rolled back, pushing her flawless breasts toward me.

  “Please.”

  I had heard enough. I had toyed with her long enough. Signaling in the direction of the huge bed, I guided her floating body over to the structure.

  “Over the edge,” I explained as I gently steered her where I wanted her, her shoulders and neck resting against the scarlet covers as her knees settled, splayed on the rug below. “Your hands stay bound while I fuck you for the first time.”

  She twisted her head toward me as I crouched behind her, planting kisses at her nape while my hard body cocooned her. Her fingers splayed at my belly, her breaths short and labored as the head of my cock nudged her lips. Groaning, Tara pushed her hips back to receive me, the bondage and relative discomfort of the position evidently lost on her as she waited on the brink of the act she had longed for.

  What we had both yearned for.

  This was it. All the heat, tension, and promise had led to this moment of unity. We were right there, at the point of no return, her very soul in the palm of my hands as I impaled her.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  Tara pressed her mouth into the covers as I buried my cock into her wetness, and the deed was everything I knew it would be. Every inch as scintillating as I’d imagined, and it was only the beginning…

  “Yes.” My voice had taken on a raspy quality I didn’t recognize. “Take me, little mortal. Take all of me.”

  She gasped, tilting her head back into my chest as I stretched her, slowly withdrawing before I rammed her hard again, filling her until my balls banged against her needy clit.

  “Yes!” she exclaimed. “Like that, Master. Do that!”

  The honeyed scent of her hair filled my senses as I thrusted into her warm folds again. Bracing myself over the bed, the thought flitted through my mind, this was like none of the other mortals—Tara was nothing like them.

  The others—and there had been thousands over the centuries—were conquests of my bidding. They had been there for my pleasure, to ingratiate themselves to me, to offer themselves perhaps for a twisted higher purpose or maybe just to try to save their sorry souls—but this woman was like none of those fools. Yes, she had summoned me, but I had gone gladly, for some unfathomable reason drawn to the little mortal who begged me for help. And I had helped her. I pushed her tormentor in and out of consciousness with the rounds of merciless retribution I heaped on him, and I had done it all for her. Even though I relished the chance to hurt the pathetic buffoon who had exploited her, and I would gladly have dispatched him to hell myself, that had not been my primary motivation.

  The objective was always to please Tara. To appease her personal demons, so she could concentrate on servicing the important one, namely me, the devil who’d come to her rescue like a knight in shining armor—though my shield was rather less glittery than the ones she’d likely read about in trashy fairy tales.

  Now I was inside her, finally relishing the heat and sensation of her wonderful body, and it was more emotive than anticipated. Each lunge into her warmth was intimate, each whimper from her lips tugging at my senses in a way I had never known.

  “You like it?” I leaned down, breathing the words into the side of her neck. “You need more?”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, Master, so much more!”

  My eyes slid closed at her confession, and as my lips nipped at her sensitive flesh, I knew she was right. I needed more of this, as well.

  There could never be too much.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tara

  It had never been like this before. I’d known, of course. I’d realized all the losers I’d taken as lovers and all those who’d forced their will on me over the years were lousy. There had been recognition of the fact, even though there was nothing I could do about it at the time, but nothing had prepared me for the stark reality of this pleasure.

  Solomon was huge. So big, so powerful, yet as he filled me, he was so in control. In charge of his movements, yes, but more than that, he was in charge of me. I wanted him. I’d relinquished just as he’d asked, and I was wetter than I’d ever been, and for his part, Solomon had been ready to take me.

  “Oh.” I sounded frantic as his cock slammed into me again. “Oh, Solomon, yes.”

  Who was that talking? Whose voice was that rasping, breathy pant, its timbre nothing my brain co
uld identify as it washed over me? Surely, it couldn’t have been mine? Pitiful Tara? Tiny, pathetic Tara, who had nothing going for her? That salacious tone couldn’t have belonged to her?

  “Fuck.” He growled the word into my nape, his grasp tightening at my hip as his other arm shifted and swept across my neck. “Fuck, you feel good.”

  Better than I had even hoped.

  He hadn’t spoken those final words. They danced in my head as he speared me again, his enormous erection threatening to split me in two as I gasped for air. Air, though, was harder to come by now that my neck was buried in the crook of his giant arm. Tilting it back, I panted more fiercely. Solomon had contorted my body into an unforgiving shape, my hips thrust out to accept his girth while my head was now also pinned back.

  “You have been worth the wait, Tara Levinson.” His voice vibrated around me, his arm tensing at my neck.

  “Master,” I squeaked, the first shoots of panic beginning to bloom in my mind. “I can’t breathe.”

  His dark laughter washed over me. “Of course, you can,” he assured me as his hips lunged forward, pressing his hardness into me over and over, a relentless rhythm, which seemed would never stop.

  My spine ached at the harsh arch it was forced into, my neck craning to give me space to breathe, but still, I wanted more. The position was difficult to tolerate, but it was worth it. For this intensity, I would bear it.

  For Solomon, I would bear considerably more than this discomfort.

  “There’s my girl,” he snarled, responding, I assumed, to my private thoughts. The arm at my neck vanished, the motion sending my body falling forward over the bed, landing face-first as he withdrew from my sex. Gasping with shock, I tried to turn to see what he was doing, but I couldn’t. As though the gesture was forbidden, my face was unable to turn neither left nor right more than a few inches. His hands were on me again—at the curve of my ass and at my hips, pulling me down the bedding toward him.

  “Master!” I just about managed the word as he swept me back, but it was rewarded with a hard slap to my prone backside. Wincing, I imagined the span of the huge hand that had spanked me. “Ouch, Master. Wh-what have I done wrong?”