He pulled back to look down at me and my breath caught. His hair fell forward framing his face, his amber eyes burning in the darkness. Their fire might consume me, but I no longer cared.
A slow smile curved his lips as he held me against him, lowering me to the wet grass. He kissed me with something beyond hunger or need. It surprised me to realize there was loneliness in his touch.
I opened to him, letting his tongue plunge inside my mouth. I wanted to lose myself in his kiss, and in the hard flesh pressing against my body.
He pulled the t-shirt over my head and, my bra quickly followed. His lips burned wherever they touched me and when he reached my nipple I almost came. He drew the flesh into his mouth, sucking it, flicking the peak with his tongue.
He ran his tongue between the valley of my breasts, licking the rain from my flesh. He flicked his tongue over my ear and I shivered. But when he pulled my earlobe into his mouth I screamed. My pussy throbbed and I arched against him. I hadn’t even realized he’d been unfastening my pants during this time until he opened them and pulled back from me.
He laughed softly as he moved to pull down my jeans. As soon as they hit the ground he was back on top of me, pressing his hard cock against my thigh. I writhed beneath him, grinding my pussy against his thigh and wishing he’d taken off my panties too. His fangs grazed my earlobe and I screamed so loud it startled me.
“Shh,” he said, pulling back with a smile.
His long, dark hair slid over my body as his kisses trailed lower. I was arching off the ground as he hooked his fingers beneath the top of my panties and slowly pulled them from my body.
My heart was pounding with anticipation.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he said.
“I want you to eat my pussy.”
The image of his dark head between my thighs was intoxicating. He pulled the soft flesh into his mouth, sucking at my clit, moaning as he shook his head back and forth, tugging the skin and bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
His broad shoulders were the only thing that kept my legs from clamping shut as I trembled. He slid one long finger inside of me, moaning once more as he tugged my clit into his mouth. That was enough. My back arched off the ground as I came. The vibration of his growl echoed through my body as he held me tight. My muscles contracted hard as I ground my pussy into his face, aching with anticipation for his next touch.
His long hair fell in wet, silken waves around his face and shoulders. His eyes shown like a fire in the night.
“Bend over.”
I knew I could refuse his sensual command if I chose. But I wanted everything he had to offer, however he chose to give it to me. I flipped over.
When he pressed his body against the back of mine, wrapping himself around me, I moaned. He turned my head to the side, and kissed me. I arced back, pushing my ass into his rock hard erection. He took my ass in his hands, squeezing and spreading me open. I started to move my legs and he commanded softly, “No. Keep them closed.”
He ran his tongue over my pussy from behind, slipping it between my legs and making me scream again. I arched back as much as I could so that he could reach me better. It felt good, but I couldn’t hold still. I writhed against him, hungering for more.
He ran his cock between my still closed legs, rubbing back and forth over my soaking wet pussy. I could feel his teeth against the back of my neck, biting just hard enough to pinch, but not penetrate my skin. I shivered as he bit harder, entering my body at the same time. My pussy stretched so far I thought he might split me in two.
I growled, arching as much as I could against him, driving his throbbing cock deeper inside of me.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
When he hesitated I begged, “Please, I need it to hurt a little.”
My words seemed to unleash something within him. His voice was soft against my ear, whispering things he wanted to do to me. He moved faster and I came. Every thrust of his hips seemed to intensify my orgasm. My pussy clenched so tight around him I was surprised that he could move at all, let alone pick up the pace.
When he put his knee between my thighs and finally spread them wide, I came again. He bent over me, one arm cradled my breasts while his other hand slid between my legs. The moment he touched my clit I jumped.
He growled against my ear as he pulled me back against him, my body supported on his thighs. He moved at a slow, maddening pace as he continued to stroke my clit. Rain splashed between our bodies, making it difficult to keep from sliding too much.
I placed my hands behind me on either side of his waist, using his hips for leverage. At first I moved slowly. But his hungry growl sent me over the edge. He took my cue and rubbed my clit faster. I rode him till my thighs shook with the effort.
He lifted me again, laying me down in the grass. I opened for him, taking him in my arms as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He cradled my face in his hands as he kissed me. How could sex with a stranger be this intimate? He didn’t just kiss my lips. He kissed my face, my eyelids, my throat. As he pressed his lips to my forehead the raw emotion was overwhelming.
“Have I hurt you?”
“No.” I took his face in my hands, pulling him back down. “Please, don’t stop.”
He kissed me again and with one final trust he came.
We lay there for a moment looking up into the rain. Both of us unsure of what to say.
After a few minutes he asked, “Where did you say your car was?”
He followed me back while I told him what had happened. At first I was nervous about walking down the road with a naked man, but no one was around to see. By the time we reached the car the rain had stopped.
I gave him a towel out of my trunk just in case someone did drive by.
“Get in and turn on the heater,” he said.
“In this weather?”
He smiled. “Your car is overheated. Running the heater pulls heat from the engine.”
“Oh.” Well, I was glad somebody knew that.
While we ran the heat he introduced himself as Nick. “I know the circumstances are odd.” He paused, dazzling me once more with that smile. “I’d really like to see you again.”
“Only if you wear that towel.”
“So, what brings you out here?” he asked.
“I’m visiting a friend. Is your house nearby? I’ll give you a ride.” I could feel myself blushing at the choice of words.
He laughed. “Actually, I’m visiting someone too. I went out for a run under the moon and, that’s when I found you.”
In that moment it really hit me that he was a werewolf. “Are you contagious?”
“Only when I’m transformed.” He reached over and took my hand. “Are you really all right with dating a werewolf?”
Strangely enough, I was. My fear had long since passed. It didn’t bother me in the slightest. “Yes.” It amazed me how easily I accepted what he was.
On the way to Matt’s house I tried to find the words to tell my friend that I no longer needed his help finding a date. While I was going through the possible conversation in my head Nick said, “It’s at the end of this road.”
“Oh,” I thought. ”His friend must be neighbors with Matt.”
I didn’t realize until we pulled up the drive that Matt’s was the only house at the end of the road. My friend greeted us with a cheerful smile and as he hugged me, looked at Nick and said, “I see you’ve already met.”
The End
Lilith by
Karalynn Lee
Lilith often found herself drawn to gardens. No need for perfume amidst fragrant bark and flowers; no need for sheets against the soft earth. The dappled shade of a leafy canopy. Wind against bare skin.
She seduced the gardener and then sent him away a broken man, forever looking over his shoulder in the distant hope that she might be looking back at him. In peace she explored the rest of the grounds: its maze of paths, the dreamward arch of trees overhead. Under the root
s of a silver birch she buried the man’s soul, a gold coin etched with his visage and his name. She didn’t bother remembering either.
Neither men nor demonkind pleased her these days. Restless, she’d left Hellsgate, the city of demons, and ventured farther into the mortal plane in hopes of finding someone to amuse her. It had been a fruitless quest thus far. She had been the first demon to ever tempt a mortal, and perhaps she was jaded to the game now.
She heard a footfall and an extraordinarily handsome man stepped into view, lean and tawny-haired. From his garb and aristocratic cheekbones she knew him to be noble, perhaps the man who owned this estate. He looked startled to see her—as well he should, confronted by a demon in his garden. “Who are you?” he asked.
She smiled at him, senses prickling. He would do very well. She didn’t bother hiding her wings or her claw-like nails; there was no use pretending to be an ordinary woman, and her appearance was such that she had never failed to lure a man despite them. There were legends of her beauty. “I am—”
There was a soft rush of air behind her. “Lilith,” someone whispered into her ear, and she whirled to face the angel who had just landed.
Not a mere angel. An archangel, from the span of his wings and the deep echo of power she felt from him. Her smile faded. Angels were meddlesome, high-handed creatures, and she imagined that an archangel would only be worse.
He made an urgent gesture for her to accompany him, and launched himself back into the air with a powerful beat of his wings.
Lilith’s curiosity won over her irritation, and she followed him upward. She knew the movements that would take place between her and the mortal: of tongue, of hands, of deepest flesh. In the end, the offering of his soul. The angel, on the other hand, offered a mystery. That was far more compelling.
He led her to an grove some distance away. She looked about as she landed, but saw nothing of interest that would have prompted an angel to bring a demon here.
“Thank you for coming away from there with me,” he said, a bit stiffly. Courtesies to a demon must not come naturally to him. “We don’t like letting mortals realize we’re present, and if you and I had spoken there, he would have guessed.”
Humans had trouble seeing angels, but Lilith supposed that witnessing a demon speaking with one would be revealing. “So why did you take me away from my prey?” She let her voice turn hard. She was not lightly interrupted.
“To keep you from seducing that man,” he said.
Her annoyance sharpened. How like an angel to interfere so arrogantly. “And how did you know me or what I intended?”
“Is there any being in Heaven or Hell who doesn’t know you or your nature?” he asked in exasperation.
She was used to flattery, but this angel didn’t sound as though he was complimenting her. “And which one are you?”
“Baraqiel,” he said.
“An archangel guarding a mere man?” she said scornfully. It was a task usually given to lesser angels.
His wings flared, but he contained his temper. “He is a prince marked by destiny,” he said. “He can’t fall under your thrall. There is a woman he has yet to meet.”
“I was only looking for an hour or two of pleasure,” she said. “Not to steal his vaunted destiny.”
“Lilith,” he said, “what man could spend time with you and then not yearn for you after? How could he become intrigued with another woman if he’ll be thinking of you?”
His gaze upon her was fierce but not, she realized, out of anger. He wanted her.
She smiled, her irritation suddenly gone. “You speak like one who knows.” She began to walk in a circle around him.
He turned to keep her in view. “I have never lain with a demon.”
“But would you?” She noted the breadth of his shoulders and his large, strong hands with approval.
His eyes narrowed. “What?”
“You ask that I not pursue that mortal,” she said, her voice all silk. “What do you offer in return?”
“You will never take my soul,” he said flatly.
“You would have to tell me your true name and offer your soul to me before I could take it. You know that.”
“And you do not ask for these things?” He watched her warily.
“Perhaps I’ll coax it out of you,” she said. “But even if not, the bed-sport would prove entertaining, I think.” Her circle tightened into a spiral and she stopped in front of him, close enough to lay a hand on his chest. He was all taut muscle. She could feel the heat radiating from him, not so unlike mortal flesh.
“So you will leave him be if I give you the chance to tempt me,” he said. His voice was rough.
She came up onto her toes and brought her mouth close to his ear. “And how I shall tempt you,” she breathed, and nibbled.
His hands came up and tore her dress in two. She laughed as he crushed her to him, his hands roving along the length of her bare back. She knew what game he played. He thought that if he dominated this encounter, he would stay in control of himself.
So she let him twist her hair around his hand and pull her head back to bite at her throat, and she raked her sharp nails down his arms so that he felt he had to trap her wrists. Her entire body was a weapon, though; she rubbed herself against the steel of his erection and felt herself tighten in response.
His own reaction was even more pronounced. He pulled her away from him and pinned her to the ground face-down, yanking her hips up so that she was on her knees. Then his finger was between her legs, hot and probing. She gasped and writhed. She left his entire hand slick.
He knelt behind her and buried his cock inside her with one stroke. She moaned at the way he filled her, his hard body pressing against her buttocks and his breath on her nape. His hands came up from underneath her to cup her breasts. Wherever he touched her, her skin was wild fever. Whenever he pulled away from her, her mind went incandescent with need. She kept trying to rock back onto him but his hands held her still as he thrust into her with a punishingly deliberate rhythm.
When she felt the tension in him kick up, she remembered herself.
“Give me your name,” she said huskily.
“No,” he growled. His fingers curled hard over her hips.
“Give me your soul,” she said, losing the thread of her words as he started to pound into her with even greater force. Her body, too, began unraveling.
His voice was hoarse. “No.” His movements grew jerky, finesse abandoned for mindless urgency.
“Then give me your seed,” she cried, and he slammed into her and roared out his climax while she clenched around him again and again, lost to the pleasure that wracked her body.
He stayed draped over her after they collapsed, a little askew so that if she turned her head she could look at him while she caught her breath. His eyes were closed, and his face free of many of the stern lines that had been there before. The curve of his lips was relaxed, sensual. She traced them, and he caught her hand to kiss it.
“I see how easily succubi lead men to fall,” he said with feeling.
“But not archangels.” She could still feel him hard inside her. “I may have to try again. For pride’s sake, of course.”
“Naturally,” he said dryly, but he didn’t seem displeased by the notion. He pressed into her almost experimentally, and she dug her nails into the earth as her nerves reignited. “And while I keep you occupied, I presume my ward remains safe?”
She had no interest in the princeling any more. “I won’t touch him,” she promised. “But you’ll have to keep me busy for a long while.”
“I do need to keep guard over him.” He sounded regretful.
“Good. I’ll need sleep occasionally,” she said, and he chuckled. He shifted them onto their sides so that his hand could roam over her more freely.
His fingers dipped into her cleft and stroked. Deftly, he brought her to another peak before possessing her as completely and relentlessly as before, while she fought to bring him to t
he same pitch of passion he incited in her. Sex with Baraqiel felt like battle, furious and exultant and somehow victorious for both sides in the end. Her blood hadn’t sung like this for ages.
He finally left her limp and satisfied before he left to tend to his princeling. The heat in his gaze, sated though he had to be, told her that he would return.
She knew it was madness, a demon and an angel, and yet she kept meeting with him. They always exchanged harsh words, always coupled fiercely, always lay beside each other afterward in truce. He liked to touch her hair, twining it around his fingers and marveling at its sable length. She took to using his stomach as a pillow.
They never spoke of next time, but there always was one. He would come to the grove to find her, and she would be there to be found. Then he would return to his prince.
On the day a storm swept in, she thought of mating with Baraqiel amidst all that elemental force and wished that he were with her. Perhaps he wouldn’t venture out into the rain, but there was no reason why she couldn’t seek him out.
He was likely in the castle by the garden. She had slipped into better guarded places. But she had not reckoned on the prince emerging just as she entered the courtyard.
He strode toward her eagerly. “You!”
Lilith backed away. She had promised Baraqiel to stay away from this man, but she lingered a moment longer, hoping to see the archangel. It gave the prince the time to reach out and snag her wrist.
“I’ve seen you before,” he said. “I just want to know who you are. You’re so beautiful.”
She tried to pull away, but he was insistent. She could see in the way he looked at her that he was already enraptured by her succubus’s allure. Worse, she reflexively responded to his desire. It was so easy to let him draw her toward him, to mold her body against his… He offered warmth against the cold rain, his kisses hot and his hands knowing on her body. This was what she had sought from Baraqiel.
Baraqiel.
The imperative rose cold and clear within her: she had to get away. “Let me go,” she said, but the prince’s caresses only grew more demanding.
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