In desperation she looked around.
She couldn’t let Templeton get the Book back.
Her eyes settled on Asmodeus’ prison.
Their prison.
The rings between the worlds.
She remembered the thing that had snatched Baker, remembered her first impressions when Templeton’s men had shoved her through those rings, defenseless against whatever lay in those other planes, those otherworldly dimensions.
Standing, with bullets flying around her, she spun like a discus thrower and launched the Book, spine first, through the air.
It struck the marble floor, slid into and between the rings, slowing, slowing…
One of Templeton’s men sprang to intercept it.
Her heart leaped into her throat.
The man slipped on the polished floor to cut across the first line, the protective silver one, and screamed, suddenly, horrifically, as mist swirled from nowhere and he suddenly disappeared in an explosion of blood.
The mist turned crimson and dissipated.
The Book slid between the rings…and vanished.
Safe. Asmodeus and his Daemonae were safe. Templeton could never use the Book against them again.
With a shriek of rage and fury Templeton shouted at his men, then snatched a gun from one of them, turned toward her and sprayed gunfire everywhere.
She ducked, rolled to escape it.
Magic flared, the feel of it whispered across her skin like feathers.
In the air above her, the room seemed to explode with the sound of wings, dozens of great leathery wings.
Gabriel looked up and there they were, the Daemonae.
Even in the midst of a firefight her breath caught in sheer wonder.
They were magnificent.
Deadly and beautiful, the Daemonae appeared in the air beneath the great vaulted ceiling, their membranous wings flaring around them in great arcs.
Templeton looked up to see the upper part of the chamber filled with furious Daemonae.
Balls of fire and lightning flashed through the air, conjured by them, crackling, trailing smoke as they shot toward their targets.
Templeton’s men scattered, far more concerned with survival than anything else.
A pulling gesture from one of the Daemonae, accompanied by a sense of magic, and guns flew out of their opponents’ hands.
Coward that he was, Templeton fled, his guards in a cordon around him, his dark eyes furious.
As he and his people disappeared into the darkness a deep boom echoed through the room behind him like the crack of doom. A door closing.
Heavy bolts shot home audibly, even above the cacophony of gunfire.
Gabriel snapped her head around at the sound even as alarm shot through her.
Why would you need a door that heavy? Templeton hadn’t used it before when he had taken Asmodeus in and out.
He would have been prepared in case of escape, or rescue, or something going wrong. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, risk letting a pissed-off demon loose—letting Asmodeus loose—in an open room.
She looked around her in stunned horror.
It was a blast door.
Fear, brilliant and white hot, shot through her.
Nor was she the only one, Baker’s men shouted in dismay and outrage. There was an edge of panic in their voices, a cry of betrayal.
There was no place to run, no escape.
Gabriel looked up at Asmodeus and the Daemonae and her heart and her breath caught at the beauty of him, of them.
For them there was still a chance.
She shouted, “Get out, Asmodeus, Ashtoreth, all of you, get out!”
All Asmodeus could see was Gabriel, standing below him at the edge of the darkness, her blue eyes brilliant, the lights turning her hair to shining silver as she looked up at him. Shadows moved in her eyes—sorrow and grief.
There was fear in her voice.
A matching fear shot through Asmodeus as he caught an image of the cause of her alarm through the bond between them.
He wasn’t leaving without her, he wasn’t losing her. Not now. Not after he had finally found her.
There was a risk, but what choice had they?
In desperation he stooped, folded his wings and dove.
Time was running out, he sensed it.
There was a monstrous sound all around them even as Asmodeus’ arms closed around her, around his Gabriel, swooped her up…and triggered the shift.
That sound was huge, enveloping.
Suddenly they were elsewhere—on the sere, barren landscape of the other plane as a burst of sound and dust erupted around them.
Asmodeus looked first at Gabriel in his arms, held close, her eyes closed. Then she took a breath and his heart started beating again. Her eyes opened, met his in wonder as he touched her cheek and she looked around them in astonishment.
He did much the same, but instead counting heads before meeting Ashtoreth’s eyes with relief.
They were safe. Alive. Free.
All of them.
Chapter Nine
Gabriel’s silver hair fell over her sparkling blue eyes fetchingly. Against the stark gray stone of his chambers on the ethereal plane, her skin and hair were so light she was like a flash of moonlight in a land that had no moon, as she had been in that moment he had first seen her.
She darted around the other end of his bed, laughing at him as he stalked her.
It was an effort for Asmodeus not to smile.
She was beautiful, her eyes sparkling. Her firm, lush breasts beneath the thin, diaphanous gown shifted tantalizingly as she moved. Even from here he could smell his true mate’s scent, her arousal ripe in the air. He was still angry at her in a way, but it was fading in the face of his need for her.
He had come far too close to losing her. She had very nearly died for him and his brothers, nearly given her life for them, and saved them—for the moment—from the Damocles’ sword of the Book of Demons.
That brief moment, watching bullets fly around her as Ashtoreth and Ba’al shifted him to the other plane, had nearly destroyed him. He thought he had lost her. His grief had almost torn him apart. It had taken Ashtoreth and several of their brothers to keep him from trying to go back after her, as impossible as that would have been with the iron still on him.
If it had not been for the iron and his weakness from centuries without true sustenance, Templeton would not have taken him.
Those few minutes while they cut it off him had been the longest in his long life. The thought of losing her when he had just found her seemed too cruel, nearly too much to bear, the act of an unkind god or gods.
So, she had to be “punished” for not warning him sooner, for frightening him so badly.
And he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
Gabriel’s breath caught as Asmodeus stalked across the room, his beautifully sculpted face intent, wings spread to prevent her getting past him, and rampant, his cock rigid, twitching in anticipation. He was absolutely beautiful, simply gorgeous. She licked her lips and then bit her lower one. Just the sight of him had her body tightening in anticipation. Her breasts seemed to swell. They ached and her nipples hardened in anticipation of his mouth on them. Her pussy wanted his cock inside her in the worst way.
Her distraction was her undoing.
In a swift lunge across the bed, Asmodeus caught her by the arm and then shifted direction to roll back on his shoulders, wings tucked, to tug her across the bed and then into his lap so her belly was across his knees.
“Asmodeus,” she said reasonably, wriggling, and fought laughter as his strong hands held her firmly in place. “You can’t spank me for doing my job, for getting you out of there.”
“Can,” he said, amused, “and will. You could have told me what you planned, warned me a little sooner.”
With a gasp, she felt his tail flutter at her pussy.
“Asmodeus,” she breathed, her belly tightening as heat pooled in her core, anticipation m
aking her wet. “If you’ll remember, I was a little distracted.”
“Next time,” he said, with a sharp crack of his palm across her smooth, white ass, “you will find a way to tell me.”
She gasped as the sharp pain of it burst through her and yet it was also somehow erotic to be spanked like this.
His tail fluttered at the entrance to her pussy even as it flooded.
“Asmodeus,” she protested, torn between desire, pain and pleasure.
His hand came down crisply, across the other cheek. “Promise me.”
“Asmodeus,” she said, as his tail wriggled its way inside her.
She moaned lightly with the pleasure of it.
His hand caressed her burning ass, slid to touch her dampness where his tail thrust.
The scent of her arousal was maddening. Asmodeus’ cock was hard as a rock, aching for her tightness. He wanted to fuck her all night, again and again, until she couldn’t talk, until she couldn’t walk, until she couldn’t stand.
Until she couldn’t leave him. As she must.
“Tell me,” he demanded, deliberately pressing his dampened finger against the tight rosette of her ass.
She groaned, softly, but pressed her lips together stubbornly.
With another crack, he brought his hand down on her again, hard, as his tail fluttered inside her. His rigid cock twitched against her mound with each smack.
Asmodeus slid a finger inside the closed rosebud of her ass, worked it gently but firmly past the taut muscles there. There were so many things he wanted to do to her, so many ways he wanted to take her.
Sprawled across his lap, Gabriel quivered lightly at the invasion and a small moan escaped her.
“I promise,” she said, her voice husky with arousal.
He wanted her desperately.
Then he did the math in his head and went still.
He had to tell her, it was only right, but he needed her and his hunger for her burned, ravaged through him.
It did not matter to him—he was bound to her already, heart and soul. He was hers.
She had saved him in more than one way, and his brothers as well. Not only had she rid of them Book of Demons, she had given them hope. That debt could never be repaid or erased.
For Gabriel though…
He knew her mind, knew her heart and soul as well as his own and still a part of him feared. She could still choose another if she so desired. She was free. If the bond wasn’t forged finally and completely between them, she would be free to love another. One of her own kind. However much it pained him to think it.
He drew her up on her knees to straddle him on the side of the bed. His cock brushed lightly against her wet pussy. Pulling her hips tight against him, he shifted his a little to torment them both and looked at her.
The look in Asmodeus’ eyes caught at Gabriel’s heart. He was suddenly so serious. Within them the golden sparks roiled. Her throat tightened, sensing…something.
He brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, gently tucked it behind her ear.
“Asmodeus?”
“My angel,” he said, “if I feed from you today it will seal the bond between us. Forever. Make you my consort in truth.”
That ruby gaze locked on her. Her breath caught, she looked at him in something like anticipation.
“Able to bear my children. We are very fertile, we Daemonae.”
Gabriel went very still.
Hesitantly, watching her intently, he went on. “Our genes, as your people say, hold true. A daughter born of our union will be as you but she will have magic, yours and mine. If you do this, you will bring magic back into your world such as has not been seen in centuries.”
Gabriel looked at him.
Framing his beautiful face in her hands, she kissed him, cutting off his next words even as she threaded her fingers through his silky dark hair to trace the curve of a pointed ear as she wiggled in his lap. The motion brushed her pussy across the broad head of his cock.
He shuddered, sending a thrill through her.
But still.
She considered it, considered everything she had seen over the years, everything she had seen since she met him and smiled.
“I think my world could use a little more magic, Asmodeus, a little more wonder. I think I’ll chance it.”
Asmodeus took a breath.
“Our sons,” he said, “will be like me.”
Looking into his beautifully sculpted face, into his glowing, long-lashed ruby eyes, Gabriel shifted her weight a little and sighed as the head of his shaft pierced her, ran between her folds.
He groaned. Color moved beneath his skin like the shadows of clouds.
“Will they be as beautiful as you?” she asked.
Asmodeus smiled. Relief washed through him at the look in her eyes.
“Do you find me beautiful, my angel?”
“From the first moment I saw you,” she said, her eyes warm as she cupped his face, “I love you, Asmodeus.”
In wonder, he looked at her, touched her face lightly. “And I you, my Gabriel.”
She smiled radiantly.
Asmodeus wanted her, all of her, nearly desperately. His cock twitched, yearning for her, and he felt her pussy lips flex around him.
Her smile broadened. Giving him a challenging look, she lifted her chin and deliberately cupped her hands beneath her beautiful breasts and offered them to him.
With a laugh, she said, “Feast on me, Asmodeus. Take me, Demon of Lust. I’m yours.”
With a smile, laughing in return, he did.
Wrapping his hand in the thick waves of her gorgeous silver hair, he yanked her head back and held it immobile so he could devour her sweet mouth, crush it beneath his as her body yearned toward him. With his free hand he ravaged her full breasts, squeezed them, pinched and tugged on the nipples as he held her helpless, as she writhed and squirmed against him. He loved the taste of her, loved how her mouth longed for his, opened to him.
Hot and hard, he attacked her throat next, sucked and nipped at the long slender column of it, before he buried his mouth in the curve of her throat and shoulder.
The urge to feed was there but he had time now, there was time.
“I love you as well,” he repeated fiercely, his mouth avid on her, hungry to devour every inch of her sweet body. He would mark all of it with his mouth and teeth, claim her as his for once and all. “And I am yours.”
Soon she would be his, utterly his. But not too soon, he would pleasure her and drive her mad with that pleasure first.
He turned, spilled her across his bed so he could easily devour one ripe breast. Scraping his teeth over her nipple, he tugged on it until she moaned and then he suckled on it, hard. Her essence exploded into his mouth. He fed on her with glorious abandon, devouring first one breast then the other as her pleasure, shared through their bond, rushed through him.
Burying his mouth against her firm stomach, he bit, nibbled and licked his way over her belly. Her body quivered as soft cries escaped her, her hands clutched in his hair until his mouth closed over her clit to suckle hard, driving her up, hard and fast, to hold her there, trembling at the peak.
As Asmodeus watched, her hands fell away limply and his Gabriel surrendered to him. Completely. Her body bucked, trembled, her hips pumped, need poured from her with every touch of his tongue, each flutter of his tail. More than anything, he loved watching this, watching the pleasure she took from him, the pleasure he gave her.
His hunger for her raged but her ecstasy was marvelous to see.
“Asmodeus,” she whispered, in entreaty. “Please, Asmodeus.”
Lifting his mouth from her, he looked down at her, enraptured by his touch, her mouth swollen from his hard kisses but curved in a little smile, her lovely blue eyes blind with passion.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, as his tail drove up inside her.
She moaned, arched.
“You, my lord Daemon,” she whispered. “Just you
, Asmodeus.”
Asmodeus’ eyes closed briefly as he struggled for control. “Never your lord, my lady, but ever your obedient servant.”
“And I yours, Asmodeus,” Gabriel said. “Fill me, Asmodeus.”
In one motion, he pulled his tail out of her pussy and drove it hard and deep up her ass. Her hands clenched at the coverlet at the sudden invasion, as his tail fucked her hard, driving another cry out of her.
Asmodeus took her, plunged his cock deep inside her, and fucked her as savagely as he could, wanting to possess every inch of her.
Wrenching her head back, Asmodeus struck, his fangs pierced deep into her throat to claim her finally and completely as his.
Her pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, worked him even as his mouth closed. Her body bucked with each hard pull of his mouth on her. Asmodeus feasted, devoured her, ravaged her throat. He drank her in great greedy gulps, her body tightening around him with each swallow.
His cock was so full, so hard inside her, she was so tight—he couldn’t fuck her hard enough. He pounded inside her. All he wanted was more of her, and more.
Gabriel jolted as his venom poured into her, as it flashed into her bloodstream. It seemed as if she combusted instantaneously as the heat of it exploded through her, setting her skin, her body, her soul on fire.
She drowned in pleasure. Heat pooled in her belly, swelled within her, electric shimmers of bliss ran through her from the top of her head to her toes as she opened to him, quivering helplessly.
Delirious as he ravaged her, she could only experience, could only let him fill her, fuck her, his cock driving into her, ecstasy racing through her. His shaft was so deep inside her, driving so hard it stretched her as he hammered into her, the delicious friction of it indescribable while his tail pumped into her ass. Every part of her was so full of him. She was lost in him.
Her back bowed in the pleasure of it and she shuddered wildly as ecstasy possessed her. As Asmodeus did.
Gabriel was transported as he filled her, as he came.
Asmodeus exploded inside her, plunging deep.
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