Sighing, Balthazar shook his head. “For goodness sake. You’re not so angelic yourself if you hadn’t noticed.”
“That’s not the point! She’s just set our garden on fire and laughed!”
“Right. Because you haven’t laughed whilst doing much worse?”
Azazel snorted. “It’s my job.”
“It’s not your job to laugh whilst pulling someone’s intestines out, is it?”
“Hey, I was bored if you must know, and recalling a joke Abaddon told me. You know what a joke is, right? Where you laugh, show your happiness–”
“Shut up, Azazel.”
Narrowing his eyes, Azazel carried on. “She needs to pay for the damage. Look at this fence, never mind the tree.”
“I’m sure when she meets you that will be punishment…” Balthazar smirked “…Sorry, payment enough.”
A slight breeze ruffled Azazel’s blonde hair as he glared at his unsupportive brother. Overhearing the fireman’s suggestive comment to the young woman silenced them both as they took note of her witty reply.
“I think you’ve met your match there,” Balthazar said.
Azazel grunted in reply as he watched her sweet backside sashay back inside the sandy coloured pub. Not much later, she announced her departure before heading outside and across the gravel car park to her car. The brothers took their opportunity and walked through the frail fence. Their matter simply dispersing and re-collaborating around them on the other side.
With two old stable blocks flanking either side of the pub, the car park had only one way in and out. For the demonic brothers, this meant blocking her path would be a doddle. As her bright headlights settled upon their fine male bodies obstructing the exit, she jumped and cursed.
She opened her car door, poking her head out. “Hey, could you move please? Some of us want to go home tonight.”
Azazel smirked at her attitude as he walked towards her. Her twinkling azure eyes dilated as he came closer and her unguarded thoughts crept through his mind like a liana, caressing his ego further as she scanned over his fine form.
He pointed behind her, to the impressive estate backing onto the historic inn. “You gonna pay for that?”
“What?”
“The damage you did to our garden.”
She snorted. “I know what you’re talking about. I meant could you please repeat the question because I swear I heard you say you expected me to pay for some antique tree being used for firewood.”
Balthazar stifled a chuckle as he watched his brother dealing with a female version of himself. Azazel, lost for words, found himself nothing but irked with her attitude. He fixed a hardened, unimpressed stare on her.
Ignoring his distasteful look, Kyla asked, “Who are you anyway? That place has been empty for years.”
“Nephews,” Balthazar said, stepping forwards to his brother’s side. “We were living abroad when Uncle Henry died. He left the house to us in his will and now we’re in a position to restore it, we’re here.”
Kyla cast her eyes over his muscular frame with some pleasant remarks sliding around in the back of her mind along with some whispers of “spit roast”.
“So, who are you?” she asked.
Balthazar cleared his throat whilst trying not to smirk at her thoughts. “I’m Tom and this is Ben.”
“So how was life in Australia?” she asked, biting down a smirk.
“We were in Africa, not Australia.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Hmmm, OK. Test passed.”
“So, who are you?”
She grinned back at him and patted her car door. “No longer blocked in by you two. See ya.”
She retreated inside her car with a victorious smile playing on her delightful mouth. Within seconds, she tore off down the road, her red taillights disappearing into the darkness of the night.
“Well,” Balthazar said, giving Azazel a hearty slap on the back. “I think it’s safe to say you are definitely going to have to work your way into her bed.”
“Pffft. Give me a week. She’ll be like putty in my hands, begging me for more.” He grinned to himself as he thought about the feisty little redhead sitting on top of him, his hands gripping her hips as she rolled herself back and forth on him.
“I really wouldn’t count your chickens on that one.”
“Are you challenging me, little brother?”
An exasperated sigh left Balthazar. “If that’s what you want to call it.”
“I tell you what, why don’t we see who can get her first?”
Balthazar shot Azazel a look of disgust. “You are kidding me, right? After last time—with Alice?”
“It’ll be fine. She’s pluckier than Alice anyway.” His jade coloured eyes clouded over with unpleasant memories that betrayed his confident words.
“I’m not so sure, Azazel. This is a life we’re messing with.”
“And? We’re demons, Balthazar. It’s what we’re supposed to do.” He gave him a painful nudge in the ribs with his elbow. “Grow some balls already, man. This is getting old.”
“No, Azazel, you’re getting old. Have some respect for once, will you?”
“I’m only as old as you, little bro.”
Despite Azazel’s jovial tone and chuckling, nothing but a blank, unimpressed stare glared back at him.
“What’s your problem?”
“You,” Balthazar said. “You’re my problem.”
Azazel eyed his brother with curiosity for a few seconds before he threw his hands up in the air. “I know what you need—women and alcohol.”
Balthazar sighed. “Really not.”
Laying his arms around his reluctant sibling, Azazel ferried them both into the nearest nightlife.
CHAPTER III
Inside The Black Iris, the only nightclub in the neighbouring small town of Bourne, Azazel found himself a new toy. Cooing over a petite blonde wrapped up in a black contour dress with killer heels and big boobs, he was having no problems dazzling her with his devilish charms. Compulsion, when it came to sex, just wasn’t as satisfying as seduction.
He placed a gentle touch on her smooth skin, tilting her chin to meet his lust filled gaze. She giggled and blushed under his attention. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing?”
From across the bar, Balthazar rolled his eyes and shook his head as he watched Azazel gain his first score of the night. He traced his index finger around the top of the empty tumbler glass that had now held over half a bottle of Jack Daniels—neat. The bartender was beginning to question why he wasn’t doubled over, retching his guts up or passed out on the floor. It was just another perk to being a demon—nothing intoxicates the system.
Azazel flickered his eyes over to his solemn brother. He envisioned himself knocking on the steel barricade surrounding Balthazar’s thoughts. Telepathy was not a gift either of them revelled in, so building a mental wall around their minds had been one of the first things they excelled in. Much to Azazel’s surprise, Balthazar answered.
“Yes?”
“Want me to show you how to pick up women, little brother?”
Balthazar’s answer was to show his annoying sibling nothing but a sheer, glistening wall of grey metal. A scornful scowl from across the room followed, which, of course, was ignored.
“What do you say, Sam…” Azazel said, tracing his thumb over her bottom lip, “…to us taking this somewhere a little quieter?”
She twiddled a strand of her long golden hair around her fingers. “I think that would make an interesting night.”
Azazel smiled and grabbed her hand. “I think you’ve just made a wise decision. Let’s go.”
Balthazar glared at his brother as he strode past with a cheeky wink. It was student night tonight and it seemed Azazel was taking full advantage of young, drunk females—and planned on doing so until the sun came up. This was going to be a long night for Balthazar unless he lightened up.
Leading the young girl outside to “his” black BMW M5, Azaze
l opened one of the rear doors and motioned for her to enter first.
She giggled. “Age before beauty.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Who said I’m older than you?”
“It’s in your eyes,” she said. “It’s all the wisdom floating around in them.”
He chuckled. “If only you knew. Now, wisdom is telling me you need to get in first.”
With the sole intent of teasing him, she climbed onto the black leather rear seat on all fours. Crawling across the length of it, her dress rode up over her backside, revealing her lacy red thong and the outline of what lay beneath.
He grinned as he climbed in after her. Slamming the door shut, he licked his lips and not for the first time, thanked God for the female species. Sitting upright on the squeaky-clean seats, he leaned back and patted his lap. She climbed on, hitching her dress up so she could spread her legs across the broad width of his thighs.
He ran his hands through her silky fair hair. “I think you’re going to feel mighty fine.”
She smiled at his words as he worked his fingers through her long golden locks. In one smooth move, he wrapped her fine, cotton like hair around one of his wrists. She gasped in shock as he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to him.
Trying to ignore her beating heart and panting chest, she giggled. “Somebody like it rough?”
A mischievous grin spread across his face. “You have no idea.” He moved closer to her, taking in a deep breath. “You smell good.”
Wanting his prize now, Azazel trailed his lips across her sweet flesh, leaving hungry kisses across her neck. She relaxed underneath his entrancing touch, closing her eyes and waiting for his next move.
His free hand went straight between her legs, skimming over the dampness of her underwear. After barely a second, he ripped the delicate lace from her body, giving him the access he needed. He plunged two of his fingers inside her and circled his thumb over her sweet spot.
As his fingers stroked her insides with a delicious hunger, she began grinding against him, wanting more. He moved his kisses further south, heading for her breasts. She gasped as he skirted around the edge of her nipple, aching for him to quench her desire.
“I think you can manage this.” He pushed another finger inside her. “You’re not that tight.”
Offended, she tried to pull her head up to confront his rude comment but he yanked her head back down. Breathless, she whispered, “What the…?”
Towering over her, he settled his gaze on hers, locking her into a dangerous moment of demonic coercion. His jade green eyes turned to a deep emerald green as he compelled her to follow his orders.
“Shut up. Just relax and enjoy it.”
As instructed, she relaxed into him, her inner walls accepting his third finger. He deepened himself further, grinning as he found the sensitive part he was hunting for. Carefully strumming it between his fingertips, she danced on his hand, moaning in delight at the sweet edge he was driving her towards.
Her muscles clenched around him, ready to spring free and bask her in heaven. He took his moment and pulled her dress down, exposing her heaving chest. He clamped his mouth over one of her nipples, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue. Each sharp twinge shot heat straight between her legs. Grinding herself against him even more, she begged him to give her that blissful relief.
He released her hair and unzipped his jeans. With an aching need burning her insides, she glanced down at the treat being uncovered before her.
She bit her lip. “Hmmm. Someone’s a big boy.”
Ignoring her as he honed in on his own desperate needs, he picked her up and slid her down his length. A low hiss escaped through his lips as he pushed his way through her.
She leaned forwards, burying her face in his neck as he filled her up to the point of bursting. “Oh, God. You have no idea how good that feels.”
She giggled and pushed herself backwards, running her hands through her hair as she began moving her hips in a slow, teasing rhythm.
His eyes clouded over with darkness as she caressed his excitement with a gentle pace. Becoming more frustrated with each passing second at her mild rhythm, Azazel grabbed her hips. His fingers dug into her flesh as he gripped her body in his strong hold.
With the ease of lifting a feather, he picked her up, moving her up and down his shaft. Each stroke became faster and more furious, leaving Sam screaming in pleasure.
His pace increased until he was slamming her up and down at nothing but an inhumane speed. Still not quite getting what he wanted, he yearned to push deeper and deeper inside her, but she already had him to the hilt. Her petite body was already coated in sweat, beads of perspiration trickling down her face. A glassy stare had a hold of her eyes as she struggled to soak in the assault on her senses.
An animalistic growl vibrated through him. He couldn’t understand why she wasn’t doing it for him. As he looked at her, the fiery little redhead from earlier smiled back at him. He froze in an instant.
Sam stared at him, wiggling her hips. “Are you trying to tease me?”
He blinked at her words. The mirage of the redhead disappeared and Sam reappeared before him. “No.”
Needing another way to find his relief, he shifted their position in the blink of an eye. He threw her on her back, her legs up in the air and resting on his shoulders. He began thrusting in and out of her at a maddening pace, trying to pump his frustration out as his mind refused to let go of the red haired beauty.
Sam screamed underneath him, his raging pace sending her body into overdrive as he gave her satisfaction over and over again.
As she clenched around him, he felt nothing, nothing at all. Usually that did it for him—knowing he’d basked them in glory brought him to his own edge. This time, however, it did nothing for his ego or his unmet desires.
He shoved her legs down and wound his hands underneath her head. He forced her head back as she gasped, “Just a little more…”
He brought her neck to his mouth, his teeth sharpening to their razor points at the thought of fresh human blood. As he pricked her soft flesh, she cried out and dug her nails into his back.
Gripped between her thighs, the sensation of her warm life essence gliding down his throat was all he needed to tip him over the edge. Finally erupting inside her, he sank his teeth into her neck a little deeper, ignoring her life playing out like a movie in front of him as more of her delicious blood flowed into him.
His veins throbbed with menace as her blood coursed around his body. He knew his dark form would now be out in all its might. The deep purple glow of his veins was more than enough to scare other supernatural creatures, let alone a human.
Sam slowed her breathing and came back to reality in a hazy fog. He withdrew his teeth and kissed her neck once, healing the wound in a split second and hiding the truth beneath his layers once more.
They sorted their clothing in silence, Azazel exiting the car as quickly as he could. He held his hand out for her to climb her way out. As she exited, he produced a dark red rose.
“For you.”
She giggled and blushed. “Thank you.” She lifted the rose to her nose, inhaling its fragrant scent. “It’s lovely. Can I call you?”
He slammed the car door shut. “I’ll call you.”
“OK.” She smiled as they walked back to the club, her hand rubbing at her neck. “I swear you bit me.”
“Don’t be daft. What do you think I am? A vampire?”
CHAPTER IV
Azazel wandered into the kitchen the next morning, topless and grinning. “See, I told you it was the clothes.”
Balthazar crossed his arms over his chest. “You keep telling yourself that.”
“Well, from where I’m standing, your boring old trousers and shirt got you zilch last night. My funky dress sense got me a score or two.”
“I wasn’t trying to score last night, Azazel. We’re not all like you.”
He gave a wistful sigh. “No…but it would
be a fun world if you were.”
“You really are quite deluded, aren’t you?”
Azazel’s second score of the evening padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her long brown hair trailed down her red dress. She blushed under Balthazar’s blank stare.
“Um, I need to get going.”
Walking towards her with a dark red rose, Azazel kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks for the fun night, sweetheart.”
She giggled, nodding. “Where’s your housekeeper? I wanted to thank her for the cup of tea she brought me this morning.”
“Ah. She comes and goes. Shall I walk you out?”
Taking a deep breath as she inhaled the sweet smell of the beautiful flower, the wondrous woman sauntered her way down the driveway. Azazel was nothing but entertained, watching her hips wiggle, and remembering their fun between the sheets. His face soon dropped however when he saw the redhead from last night walking up the gravel drive.
A deep chuckle came from the kitchen. “Awkward.”
“Shut it.”
Not taking his eyes off the fine woman approaching him, he cringed as she eyed the brunette walking back to the main road. Her broad grin melted into a thin line as she approached the open door. Azazel’s gaze fell to the object she carried under her arm.
Crossing his arms over his broad, muscled chest, he raised an eyebrow. “Brought my money?”
Kyla raised her eyebrows. “Morning to you too. I see some other early bird got your worm this morning.”
“FYI, sweetheart. It’s no worm, trust me.”
Balthazar appeared, shoving Azazel out of the way. “Good morning. Sorry, I still don’t know your name?”
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