Untamed: Demon Soul

by Julie Anne Addicott

  “What is it?” I ask breathlessly, knowing there must be a reason for his sudden, unexplained change in character. Although I have a fair idea it’s all to do with a certain mortal whose face is stuck in his mind.

  He puts a finger to my lips. “Shh… I’m waiting,” he says. For what? I wonder? For me to explode?

  He slides a hand between my legs, cupping at my sex. I’m so wet, so ready. He’s far from satiating my increasing desire, so I hold my breath, willing myself to wait it out. Against my will, my body betrays me and my hips rock toward him as I shamelessly breathe out a sigh of pleasure.

  He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Hmm, you feel good, K.”

  I don’t speak. I can’t speak. This isn’t what I expected, my thirst for Belial could be my undoing. I remind myself this is just sex—nothing more. But there’s a part of me that hungers for Belial’s touch and yes, I occasionally imagine us together. No. He’s not mine.

  He slides his fingers into my soft, warm folds. There’s no hiding my desperation. He’s so close now, I can feel his breath on my lips. He presses his cock against me as he adds another finger, then three. More, please more. I say in my head, before I realise he's listening to my thoughts.

  Another breath. Another sigh. Holy shit I want him. What is going on?

  “Kamen,” he breathes, as my eyes close and his lips meet mine. His tongue is warm and soft in my mouth, our lips meld. Our breaths mingle. He’s still fingering me and my body writhes against his until he slips his fingers out and I’m left on the verge of climax. Asshole.

  He takes my wrist and leads me to the bedroom.

  On my bed, Belial lies over me with his fingers tangled through my hair as he rubs his still throbbing cock against me. He kisses my neck and across my collar bone. When I feel his cock against me, I inhale sharply. The stretch, the ache, and the utter desperation has me suddenly thinking about pursuing a committed relationship with the one and only Belial Hellion.

  No, no. No!

  I exhale as his full length fills me, and my hips roll against his.

  He moves with force and desperation, each movement rhythmical and purposeful. I want him. No, I don't. My body is entwined with his, and I’m smouldering as I let myself go and beg him for more. My head is screaming at me to focus on the sex. Just fuck him. But my voice is pleading. He grasps my wrists tight and holds them above my head, penetrating me, not only with his gaze but with his entire being.

  He licks over my neck and sucks my flesh into his mouth. I’m going to have marks all over me, I can feel the bruises, and love bites forming, there’s no pain though, and the marks will heal. Ravenous pleasure overcomes me and I’m dangerously close to revealing more than I should.

  As I climax, he groans. His muscles quiver and his body trembles. His cock pulses inside me, each throb releasing a rush of warmth that fills my core. He leaves me breathless and longing for more. What the hell was that?

  I lie beside him and place my hand flat on his chest. Beneath it, thick raised scars where he’s been lashed and beaten scatter his flesh. As his fingers tangle through my hair, he grasps a handful of curls and pulls my head back. My mouth opens, and he leans in to kiss me. This kiss isn’t like any other. It’s sensual, arousing, and sincere. His tongue thrusts into my mouth and his hands caress my back in slow, gentle strokes.

  He stops for a split second and stares into my eyes, there’s something different about his. They’re not as dark now, it’s as though a light has started to shine behind them, giving them a beautiful, haunting, sapphire sheen I haven’t seen since we were teenagers.

  I smooth my hand over his shoulder and kiss his jaw. “What’s up with you tonight?” I ask.

  He traces his finger around my nipple. “You didn’t like it?” he murmurs.

  “Hmm… like? Nope, it was hot, Belial. Real hot. What’s going on? It’s the female, isn’t it? The one you want the clothes for?”

  “Ahh, I’m practicing,” he says.

  Mocking him, I gasp. “You! Belial, the Lord of Death and Lies? The most feared killer in the Underworld. You are going to fuck a mortal? Oh. My. God. Belial. You used me for sex.”

  He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again and licks his lips. He slides a finger inside me and I deliberately move my hips toward him. “You really want her, don’t you? That’s why you came here. Where is she, at your place?”

  He raises an eyebrow and a slight, sexy smile spreads across his lips.

  I push myself against his chest. He cups my breast and kisses my neck. He whispers, “You’re still my number one, K.”

  I smile as I think back to the first time Belial and I had sex. It was my first time in a relationship, and I stupidly believed I could give him everything he desired. Our relationship didn’t last, but our friendship did, and it only grew stronger. When Belial discovered I was a half demon, half vampire, he promised he’d protect me. To this day, three hundred years later, it’s a promise he’s never broken.

  Being a half-blood in this world isn’t ideal, but as luck would have it my mother is one of the first seven, which means I’ve been afforded the luxury of not being shunned by the other immortals. Admittedly, there are some who would rather see me dead, or worse chained in the depths of Hell and tortured for eternity.

  I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his chest. “Belial, honey, you know these mortal girls don’t go for the whole, fuck-who-you-want-when-you-want. Trust me on this one. It’s commit or leave. Who is she anyway? You hate mortals,” I remind him.

  He laces his fingers through mine and kisses my fingertips. “She was a target. There’s something about her, K, something different. I don’t love her… but I can’t kill her,” he says. He draws his brows together and sighs.

  Belial has always been a killer and he does so without hesitation, anyone: mortal, immortal, his own brothers, it doesn’t matter. When Hades says jump, Belial jumps. No one ever dares to cross him. He is untouchable. Untameable. When we’re together though, he’s different, he’s passionate and caring.

  “I’ll kill her for you,” I say, waiting for his reaction.

  His tone is serious. “You won’t be touching her, got it?” he warns.

  I nod and wink. “Yes, Sir.”

  I trace my fingers up and down his cock and whisper, “Let me suck it?” Though I’m doubtful he’ll comply. The one draw-back of being half vampire is the demons are big fucking cry-babies when it comes to fangs and their cocks.

  He looks down and smiles. “Go for it.”

  I almost choke as he gets up and kneels back on his heels. “Go on, unless you can’t do it,” he teases.

  I get to my knees and take him in my hand, pulling, twisting, and massaging him with my fingers. Then, I lean down and take him in my mouth. I suck, and lick up and down his throbbing cock as he moans in pleasure.

  “Fuuuck,” he groans.

  When I suck harder, and faster, he takes my head in his hands, and twists his fingers through my hair. He rocks his hips toward me, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth with each long, slow thrust. Oh. My. God. I want him. I’ve never wanted him so desperately, so completely.

  He pulls my head back, lays me on the bed, and kisses me all over. I know he's read my mind. Damn it. Within seconds he’s inside me again, this time it’s sensuous and slow. I savour every breathtaking moment of his hands caressing my body, and fanning my almost frantic desire. “More, oh god, more,” I beseech, as our bodies entwine, and he kisses me with glorious, scintillating passion.

  Long minutes later, he rolls off and lies beside me again. “That’s it then?” I ask, still panting.

  He puts one arm behind his head. “Yep, that’s it, K. I’m done,” he says.

  I run my fingers down his chest. “So… you’re keeping her? And when do I get to meet her?”

  He brushes my hair back off my face. “That’s my plan. Unless I kill her first. She talks non-stop. Goddamn mortals. And, K, you’ll stay away from her for now.”


  I laugh. “Staying away.” I tell him. “Give her a chance, though. You deserve it. I know you want everyone to believe you’re this big bad demon hunter. But I know you, Belial. Underneath this damaged exterior, you’re just a kitten. Maybe you are half angel… or faerie.”

  He rolls to his side. “I’m no kitten, K, and I’m no angel. I kill people for a living. I’m the son of Hades. There’s no good in me.”

  I roll my eyes. “No good in you? Belial, you’ve never hurt me. You’ve never harmed one female you’ve been with. I know you’ve got a heart in there,” I say, rubbing my hand over his chest. “I think this little mortal you’ve found might just be the key to unlocking it.”

  He shrugs. “Dunno, maybe.”

  “You know I’m right. I’m always right. I’ve never seen you so, calm and… well, whatever that was. If the mortal doesn’t like it, I’ll be waiting for round two.” I sit up and he tucks my hair behind my ear. I smile and kiss his cheek. “Okay, fuck off now. I don’t want this soppy, lovey dovey bullshit brushing off on me. I’ve got a reputation to protect.”

  He stands and I throw him a towel. “Go on, go play house with the mortal, and I want details. All of them.” He shoots me a gorgeous smile and pulls on his pants.

  “I’ll see you ‘round, K,” he says. And with a wave of his hand, the grey smoke appears and he shifts. He’s gone. I don’t know when—if—he’ll be back, but I do know, no one will ever come close to meeting my expectations in the bedroom now, or in the future. Damn hot demon.

  TWELVE

  Lola

  Mortal Earth

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  Here I am, in a town I’ve never heard of, wearing skimpy red underwear that could possibly belong to a pole dancer or stripper. I grimace, thinking about how she's probably some underworld skanky type who belongs in Club Stygian.

  Belial stares at me while I try to squeeze into a pair of black leather pants that are a size too small. Even on my tiny size eight frame, they’re skin tight. Done, they’re on. The t-shirt’s not bad. It’s a plain red V-neck. Luckily, I’ve got breasts to fill it out. I stand up and pull on the hem of the t-shirt so it covers my waist, then I sit on the bed and pull on the knee high red boots and run my fingers through my hair.

  “How do I look?” I ask Belial.

  He barely glances at me. “Like a female.” He leans against the door frame. “Who are your parents?” he asks.

  I eye him suspiciously. “Why? So you can find them and kill them?”

  “No, Lola, not so I can kill them. Who are they?” He sounds offended.

  I look down at the shiny red boots I'm wearing. Red like blood. “They’re dead, if you must know. I was adopted.”

  “I can check. So tell me, and don’t bother lying.”

  I shrug. “Go ahead. My birth parents’ names are Adam and Harmony Aurora. My adoptive parents are Cathy and Ben Thorne, and they’re dead too, if you’re wondering.”

  He scratches his chin then runs his hand through his hair. “How did they die?”

  I take a deep breath and put my hand over my heart, wishing it would stop beating so damn fast. “My birth parents died in a car accident, or at least that’s what I was told. Cathy and Ben were murdered, by a demon, actually.”

  “Hmm…” he murmurs.

  I tilt my head and put my hands on my hips. “What? You don’t believe me?”

  He steps forward. “Oh, I believe you. It’s obvious now, particularly if your parents were killed by a demon.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, wondering if he might know who killed them.

  He sighs. “You. You’re a half-blood, probably a furie. That’s why you piss me off, and why you’ve got an attitude.”

  What the hell is he talking about? “A furie? What the hell is a furie? And I do not have an attitude!”

  He shakes his head. “You don’t know much, usually your kind… no wait, your kind are always stupid.”

  I open my mouth wide, then close it. I narrow my eyes and stare at him. “My kind? What the hell are you talking about?”

  My god, this guy’s a total asshole. He walks out the door and comes back with a beer. Leaning against the door frame, he takes a mouthful and cocks his head. Again, he looks confused, and I’m not sure why. “So?” I ask annoyed.

  “Ok, fine. Clearly you won't figure it out yourself. You know about Genesis?” he asks.

  “No,” I reply, and sadly, now it’s me who’s confused.

  He takes a swig of beer. “Did you live in a cave, Lola?”

  “God, you are an asshole, Belial.”

  He raises his eyebrows. “I’ve heard,” he says.

  He’s driving me crazy. One minute I think he’s starting to be half decent, the next he’s a dickhead. Bipolar—that’s what he is, a bipolar dickhead demon. I sit on the bed and try not to crack a smile at my inside joke.

  Belial continues, “Humans, most of them, believe in God, or a god. They pick and choose, depending on what they want out of life. The immortals call him, Genesis. It means the beginning of all things, basically.”

  I sigh. “I’ve never heard of Genesis,” I admit.

  Belial scratches his head and rolls his eyes as though this should all be common knowledge.

  He kicks his boots off and places them by the door. “Genesis is the overseer and creator of our worlds. In the beginning, he separated the world into three parts: Mortal Earth, the Heavens, and the Underworld. Then, he made the first seven beings: an Angel, Demon, Shifter, Nymph, Vampire, Witch, and finally, a mortal human. Everything else evolved from there. The Faeries, Devils, Faun, Furies, Harpies and Phoenix, anyone who was born from the first immortals gained their own powers and traits depending on who, and what their parents were.” He unbuckles his weapons belt and drops it on the floor where it lands with a thud.

  My eyes grow wide. “They’re all real?” I question. He nods and I rub my head and stare at Belial in shock. Everything is real. Fairy Tales, Myths, Legends, they’re all real. Belial cocks his head and grins at me, and while I am in shock I can’t help smiling.

  I’m. Not. Crazy.

  He continues talking, “The Seven Sins and Seven Virtues were then released. Once Genesis filled the world with an even balance of both good and evil, he gave each of the seven one sin and one virtue, a curse and a blessing: humans, pride and humility; vampires, gluttony and patience; angels, lust and chastity; shifters, they're usually wolves, sloth and diligence; nymphs, envy and kindness; witches, greed and charity; and we demons were given wrath and temperance. Again, it was about balance.”

  I nod as I absorb everything he says. It all makes sense. “Balance,” I repeat.

  “That’s it,” he says, before he takes another mouthful of his beer. “Genesis also gave the immortals different powers, and to ensure the scales were evenly balanced, he needed to make more humans. So, now and forever, humans will outnumber us. But they will never outdo us.” He asks, “You following?”

  I narrow my eyes and pull the pillow into my lap and wrap my arms around it. “I’m not stupid Belial. So, what about furies?”

  He runs a hand through his hair, and for a moment I find myself staring at his face. He is beautiful. If you can call a hitman demon with wings—who murders everyone in their path—beautiful.

  “Well, the demons, because we’re the smartest, realised if we seduced a female human, we could create half-bloods. They are half demon, half human and share both traits, although their dark side is stronger. Then the angels, stupid as they are, thought they could do the same. Genesis found they weren’t pure, and like the demons, the half-blood angels had stronger dark sides, which obviously came from the mortal blood. Because mortals, as you should know, are born sinners.”

  I shake my head. I’m not a sinner. Am I? I push the pillow off my lap and pace to the window. Belial coughs to get my attention and I glance over my shoulder at him and sigh. “Continue,” I say with a wave of my hand.

  “Now, Genesis didn’t
want half-blood angels giving his precious, pure angels a bad name. So, he cursed them all, and all half-blood mortals were destroyed, or cursed to become furies. Now the immortals have their own version of furies, they’re called harpies. They’re half phoenix, half vampire, and always female. Anyway, you’re a half-blood, Lola. Your mother was a mortal, and your father an angel. Which makes you a furie, and useless.”

  I stomp my foot and turn to him. “I am not useless.” He is an asshole. A beautiful goddamn asshole. “And I’m not a half-blood anything. My parents are human, well they were. I think I’d know if my father was an angel.”

  He shakes his head. “No, you wouldn’t know,” he says as he finishes his beer.

  I’m doubting myself, even as I shake my head. Could this be why I keep having the dreams? Why I can’t choose a side? I pace the room, trying to think back to my adoptive parents. It’s always the same memory, with the demon, the blood, and them, dead at my feet. When I think further back to my birth parents, it's fuzzy but there was nothing out of the ordinary. At least not that I remember.

  I’m caught between hope and heartache, there’s an aching need to fill the void inside. I want to run screaming, but I’m terrified of what I may find. It’s as though I’m on a continuing spiral of self-destruction, not sure where I’m headed, or if I will ever return.

  I shake my head. “My father didn't have wings, Belial.”

  Belial leans back against the wall. “They can hide them, Lola. Like I can. It’s an illusion.”

  It can't be true. Can it? I question my own thoughts. “I don’t believe you. I would know, wouldn’t I?” I’m desperate for answers now, grasping at straws, hoping against hope that something good can come out of this.

  “No, you won’t know until you die. That’s when you’ll change.”