The Demon's Bargain (Demons Unleashed Erotic Novellas)

by Lisa Alder

  The rasp of his tongue against her flesh sent a spear of electricity thrumming through her. Arousal arrowed through her body and straight to her womb.

  She gasped, dizzy from the heat and the power. “Except perhaps the scent of man and woman well-pleasured together.”

  A wicked smile tilted his lips as he surveyed her body and then narrowed in on her nipples. Puckered and waiting for his kiss, the pert tips strained against the sheer material.

  But he ignored her breasts and trailed his hand leisurely down her stomach to her female core. The panels had been draped modestly over her, but somehow they must have fallen open, for her curls were exposed to his heavy-lidded perusal.

  “You’ve learned well, my sweet.” Exploring the same path his gaze had taken, he feathered his fingers along her bare skin then gently flicked one nipple. Her body jerked at the unexpected contact.

  He cupped her breast, rubbing the aroused nub with his knowing fingers. As if the secrets of carnal knowledge lay waiting in the depths of his midnight blue gaze, she couldn’t look away.

  To unlock those secrets, she would do anything he asked of her this night. Because in the depths of his Demon soul she had found her own rebirth. As if he’d read her thoughts, Vetis cupped her head to urge her mouth toward his.

  When they were but a hair’s breadth apart, Vetis stopped. Still compelling her with his gaze, he slid his hand, firm and sure, between the filmy material. The hot brand of his fingers seared her breast as he caressed the bud with the utmost care.

  Amara shivered. Excitement simmered in the beat of her heart and the clench of her womb. So different from the first time he had touched her thus.

  He murmured against her lips, the contact light, gentle and oh-so erotic, “We will both be well-sated this night.” Then he sealed his mouth over hers, his tongue demanding entry into the cavern of her mouth.

  When his long tongue probed, she didn’t hesitate. Forming a moue, she sucked on the tip, telling him with her mouth what she wanted to do to him.

  The action seemed to inflame him. Vetis pressed her into the curve of the velvet chaise. The hard, hot planes of his muscled chest rubbed against the aching tips of her breasts.

  The contact was too light. Too light. Amara moaned and hungered for more.

  And then he took over and invaded her mouth with long slow thrusts. As she imagined his cock inside of her, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder. With every draw of her throat, an answering pull shuddered deep in her womb. Her body quivered for his touch. Only his.

  Amara pulled away from the wet heat of his mouth. “Please.” She begged. She wanted sex. She wanted to be taken, used, fucked. She wanted whatever he would give her.

  ***

  Vetis heard the absolute submission in her words.

  Gone was the woman of no feeling. Of no emotions. Fire flared in her cool blue eyes. Fire for him. As he probed her thoughts, no fear hovered. Just the pure, beautiful glow of desire.

  He glanced at the chaise. Suitable for their second or third or fourth sex act of the night. But not this first one.

  Gods, he would finally penetrate her.

  He thought of all the wicked ways he could take her, but finally settled on the perfect start.

  “Come.” He eased his breeches open to relieve the pressure from his stiff cock.

  “I certainly hope so, my Lord.”

  He barked a laugh and easily lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, noting the sensual way the sheer panels rubbed against her body and became trapped within the wet folds of her sex.

  Vetis gently laid her down on the silk sheets and stood for a moment to admire her voluptuous curves. Flush with desire, panels askew, breasts round, nipples exposed. Her curls glistened, begging for his mouth. Her lips were red and swollen from his kiss. And he saw absolute acceptance in her gaze as she beckoned him to join her.

  Gods, she was beautiful.

  Vetis divested himself of his boots. He stood at the edge of the bed and he reached for the bottom of his shirt to peel over his head. Amara rolled onto her side and delicately licked the vein in his engorged rod. Blood zinged to his already rock hard erection, bulleting through his bloodstream. His head grew light with the rush of sex.

  “Thank you, sweet.” He popped the head of his cock from her mouth and stifled a moan of disappointment. Her pleasure was more important right now. “Perhaps later we can have a go at that.”

  Vetis rolled her onto her back and proceeded to lave every inch of her body with his tongue, tasting her flavors. The hint of lavender along the valley of her breasts, the sweet salty of the underside of her breast, and the heated moisture from her sex.

  Her hands gripped his head with urgency, her hips rolled into the carnal attentions of his mouth as he kissed and nipped and played with her clitoris.

  “Please.”

  The urge to penetrate her with his tongue was strong. To find that button and give her some relief but greater rewards awaited them both.

  Vetis rose over her, her body a temple he’d worshiped. But now, it was time to plunder.

  The head of his cock teased her folds. Amara grabbed his hips and tried to urge him into her.

  “Please what?” he ground out, his control nearly gone.

  “Please.” Amara twisted beneath him. The movement coated his cock with her feminine essence. Her pussy was drenched with want, with need.

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  She looked up at him and he probed her mind. Complete trust melded with raging desire.

  Gods, she was more than ready.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Please,” she pleaded. He wanted her total surrender. She pushed her torso off the bed and wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his waist, clinging tenaciously. She murmured against his mouth. “Fuck me.”

  The sensation was heady. He’d taken an abused, frozen woman and turned her into a wanton sex goddess.

  He slid into her slick, welcoming channel in one smooth thrust. “Now the night of your bargain begins.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Amara nearly wept with relief as the thick hard staff of his erection slid into her.

  Gods, he was big.

  His cock spread her wide. Her body fisted around his thick member, the walls of her core suckling his cock just as surely as her mouth had. Every pulse urged him further inward.

  Before, the invasion had been awkward and hurtful. Now Vetis invaded her channel as if he’d been made only for her. He pushed in to the hilt, his pubic bone pressing against her clitoris, and the heavy weight of his balls cuddled against her engorged sex.

  That terrible pressure, the ache that hollowed out her womb and left her wanting was suddenly gone. Replaced by the fullness of Vetis. His cock throbbed within her.

  He held there, propped on his elbows, with his arms cording. The wiry hairs of his legs were a welcome abrasion against the softer skin of her inner thighs. Her heart thundered in her chest, banging against her ribcage. Each pump of blood, winging through her body, pulsed through the folds of her sex.

  “Vetis?”

  “A moment,” he grated out.

  She nudged her hips up, needing relief, needing something. The tilt of her hips pushed her clitoris harder into his pubis, and the head of his cock rubbed against a secret place inside. “Oh.”

  Vetis began to pull out of her.

  Amara whimpered, hooked her legs tighter around his waist, and dug her heels into his buttocks.

  The engorged head massaged that secret spot as he rocked in and out of her wet, creaming pussy. Her head went light as all of her blood rushed to her core. Her body strained, trembling with need.

  “Help me,” she panted.

  Vetis began to thrust just a little harder. The head of his cock hit her womb and his balls slapped against her mound. He nuzzled her breasts, lapping at her nipples with long sure strokes.

  Everything faded until she was surrounded by Vetis, surro
unded by the details of this moment. The slippery satin beneath her buttocks. The hard silken cage of his arms. The smooth planes of his back under her palms.

  The musk of mightily aroused male as he slammed in and out of her body. The gush of liquid from her pussy, no longer empty, as he filled her to the hilt.

  His cock became impossibly harder, swelling so big, he satisfied her body completely. The thick rod caressed every nerve in her channel and stoked her arousal, until the sensations building within her burst. The explosion whitened her vision and stopped her heart as wave after wave of sensation rolled over her.

  Colors kaleidescoped in her mind. Euphoria fizzed through her body and spread out like a nova, pulsing through her nerve endings and sensitizing her from her toes to the skin on her scalp. Every pore of her body was overwhelmed by his sensual assault.

  Vetis pumped in and out of her, until he stiffened, pushing up, neck straining as he jetted his seed into her in hard bursts, the dark beauty of his face ravaged by passion.

  Her hearted thumped and sweat slicked her skin. Gratitude, wonder, and relief, tumbled through her and bounced off the walls of her mind like a pebble in a fast-moving creek.

  As their blood slowed and their bodies cooled, Vetis leaned down to rest his forehead against hers.

  “That is an example of proper sex,” he said softly.

  There had been nothing violent or invasive about his touch. It was everything concourse between a man and woman should be, erotic, beautiful, decadent.

  Right.

  The beauty of their joining was like coming home, like discovering where she truly belonged. She couldn’t contain all the emotions flowing through her, tears leaked from her eyes.

  Carefully, Vetis rolled to the side, staying locked with her, pulling her tightly against the hard muscles of his chest. He ran his palm over her back, and down to the curve of her hip.

  “Don’t cry sweet Amara.” He soothed her with a light touch. “Come, tell me more about your life.”

  And so she shared with him, her duties, her daily life at Edward’s family pub, and the dark miasma that coated most human existence. For thousands of years, humans had ruled the Earth, their only true enemies and predators, each other.

  But once the Demons had been unleashed, the Humans had battled the Demons believing they were the enemy. Of course, Humans, no match for the fearsome power and thousands of years of rage of the Demons, were easily defeated without their electronic weapons and reliance on technology. But neither Demons nor Fae could survive without drawing energy from Human emotions so for awhile there had been an uneasy truce.

  Until the Fae had actively attempted to re-imprison the Demons again.

  Now Humans were caught between the two races.

  And, they were third on the food chain. The infighting and corruption that filled everyday life caused much strain. Most of which she bore with resigned acceptance.

  “What was it like?” she asked. Her fingers feathered along the corded skin of his neck and distracted him.

  “Hmm?” His cock began to harden again as her light touch stoked to life the sexual energy never far from the surface around her. “What?”

  “Your imprisonment.”

  “Let’s not speak of such things.”

  Amara cupped his shadowed jaw in her fingers and held his face still until he drowned in her acceptance. “Let us speak of it.”

  And so he told her of the cold, and the damp, and the dark, one arm chained by Fae magick, the other hand and tongue free to find the insects that lived in the earth for his only sustenance. The lack of privacy and the lack of women. The deep abiding loneliness, even in a space filled with other Demons.

  “Thank you,” she murmured, then swallowed as if unable to say more.

  He began to lure her into round two, astonished anew at the softness of her skin and the languid arch of her back as she preened like a cat in the sun. He rejoiced at her easy acceptance of him and his touch, her enjoyment in the simple caress a far cry from when she first entered his chamber. The payment may have begun, but the debt was barely paid.

  “You can thank me later,” he said arrogantly as his cock hardened to steel. He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him, her knees beside his ribcage so she squatted over him, her pussy hot against his erection. The bounty of her breasts swung in his face as he reached up to tweak her beautiful rosy nipples. “We’re not done yet.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Amara stretched languidly, her body deliciously sore from last night.

  Sunlight streamed through the windows and reminded her of their third time together, when Vetis banged into her from behind, her breasts smashed against the cold stone window ledge. The contrast of frigid cold against her front and the inferno of his body from behind had been unbelievably erotic. He pounded into her sex while the moonlight rippled over the waves of the sea and seemed to encircle them in a halo of sizzling energy.

  This morning the satin slipped over her abraded nipples and slithered between her legs like a silent lover as she shifted back against his hard warm body. He nuzzled the sensitive skin between the crook in her neck and the back of her ear. Arousal shimmered through her and her feminine petals dewed.

  “Gods, again?” He slid his clever fingers through her curls to swirl around the plumping bud of her clitoris and then inserted two fingers into her weeping channel.

  Amara moaned low in her throat.

  “You’re insatiable,” he teased.

  Her hips pumped. His breath came faster against the side of her neck, and his erection rubbed along the crease of her buttocks.

  “Shall we retire to the chaise?” he murmured. The fourth time they’d pleasured each other with their mouths at the same time.

  Just thinking about his thick hard cock fucking her mouth and her throat caused Amara to whimper.

  She wanted to grab hold of this pleasure while she could because she knew deep down, her time here was almost at an end. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to live secluded in this opulent chamber and indulge in sex and heat forever. But as if he read her mind, he whispered with true regret in his voice. “You cannot.”

  “Then no chaise. Here and now.” She took control, rolled onto her back, then yanked him on top of her with an urgency that bordered on frantic.

  Amara wrapped her legs around his waist, like the first time he had shown her what love should truly be like between a man and a woman. She guided his already rigid erection into her body.

  “You know there are plenty of more interesting positions....” he tapered off, noting her intensity.

  The giant door was shoved open with a bang. “It’s time,” Zepar said gruffly.

  Pain stabbed her heart, visceral and immediate as her hope for more bled out onto the sex-infused sheets. “Please,” she whispered.

  She knew Zepar could see everything. See her open slit, flushed and wet with arousal and Vetis’s cock penetrating her to the hilt, and she didn’t care. She would wrest this last time from Vetis even if they had an audience.

  Amara didn’t even look over. “Send him away.”

  As they hovered on a precipice, the room was eerily quiet. Vetis threaded his fingers through her hair and pressed his forehead against hers, acknowledging silently, this would be their last time.

  “Give us a few minutes,” he commanded.

  “We can only spare a few,” Zepar replied softly.

  Vetis pulled out in a long slow stroke and left Amara quivering with need. Her body bowed with lust. “Leave us ‘til then.”

  “As you wish.” Zepar closed the door softly.

  They held there, suspended. She memorized his features, holding this moment in her heart, so she could take out it out later like a treasure from her memory chest.

  “Make love to me.” She knew she was asking for too much. He’d given her so much already. Her dignity, her resolve, her sexuality. But she was greedy and just this once she wanted more.

  “Yes,” he replied
and slid back into her body with reverence.

  Even though she couldn’t express all the feelings in her heart, she poured all the love she had into this last time with her Demon lover.

  ***

  Vetis was still buzzing from the energy generated in his last bout of sex with Amara.

  Of course intercourse always gave off a joint electrical pulse but it had never been enough to generate magickal energy. Yet here he stood, while his body sizzled with a surfeit of energy. He needed to store the energy away but it was imperative the Demons understand how this energy had manifested. The jolt of power had been ten times what he would normally gather from Human fear or greed.

  The phenomena needed to be catalogued and studied. And re-created.

  Was it only Amara? Did she have some special power he had not intuited?

  He didn’t know. There would be time later to discover the secrets of what had happened but now they must try to trap the Fae who was working with the husband.

  So Vetis had to let her go.

  “Bring him in,” Vetis commanded Figgins.

  Zepar and Figgins escorted Edward into his chamber. The husband looked much the worse for wear, his clothes smudged with dirt and his hair hung in unkempt hanks around his deceitful face.

  “The cunt actually did it?” His brows rose in disbelief at the rumpled sheets of a bed wrecked with passion.

  Amara came from the behind the screen dressed in the clothes Vetis had given her, a soft skirt of the finest cotton and a warm and comforting fisherman’s wool sweater. Her hair streamed like a glossy waterfall of gold and her skin shone with the glow of one well-loved. But what stopped him cold was her pale blue eyes. No longer were they blank. They radiated with spirit and animation.

  He swore her aura illuminated the room.

  “Maybe I just need the right persuasion,” she bit out.

  “Slut.” Edward’s arms strained at Zepar and Figgins’ hold.