A Demon's Dark Embrace: An Elite Guards Novel (13 page)

Chapter Seventeen

Listening to her uneven breathing, Ristan knew she wasn’t asleep. She’d been tossing and turning on the cot and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to remain where he was, on his side, facing away from her. His cock pulsed, and his heart beat erratically. 

He should just take her and screw his moral compass, but he’d never taken a woman by force, and he wasn’t about to start now. He had a slow, skillfully detailed plan for her. He was going to make her beg for his cock, and she’d take it. Oh, she’d do more than just take it.

“I can’t sleep like this,” she whispered.

“Is that so?” he offered, exhaling a deep breath.

“This bed isn’t very soft; I think the one in the cell offered more padding,” she mused softly.

He listened as the chain rattled, and her soft groan of displeasure sounded through the otherwise silent room. He sat up after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, his eyes moving to her position in the dimly lit room. He stood, and moved to the chain, unlocking it with his touch, and he pulled her along, tugging when she hesitated.

“I’m not sleeping…” She stopped as she took in his naked body; what wasn’t hidden by bandages showed angry red marks from his torture crisscrossing his impressive frame.
Fucking glow stones
, he thought as he yanked the chain hard enough to bring her within inches of his throbbing cock.

A single push on her slim shoulders and she’d be on her knees, right where he wanted her. He waved his hand, disposing of the simple outfit, his eyes raking over her erect nipples and the silky red curls between her legs.

Fuck. This was a bad idea, but he needed sleep to heal. He ignored her feeble protest and connected the chain to the headboard, then pulled on the chain until she was forced to fall or climb onto the bed.

“Touch me while I sleep, and you won’t like what happens. Understand, little girl?” he grumbled as he ignored her answer and lay back down. He felt the bed move as she tried to get comfortable, and eventually, they slept.

*~*~*

Olivia was on fire. She mewled and moaned as fingers, very skilled fingers at that, worked her pussy over. She was lost in a dream and, considering most of them had included him, it wasn’t a big surprise that this one had him in it as well.

She was pushed flat against the mattress, and she willingly spread her legs apart as rough palms directed her. One finger slid into her wet entrance, and then another, filling her to a painful level. She rocked her hips, accepting more, needing more.

Damp heat blew over her soft nub, and then his mouth was there, that tongue of his pushed hard against her love button, and lips captured her clit, sucking it into his heated mouth. His fingers were buried to his knuckles, and she had to have more of him, now.

He didn’t deliver; instead one hand came up to cup her breast, and he pinched her nipples painfully. She cried out at the sensual pleasure that rocketed through her. Her own juices allowed him further entrance; his groan was erotic as it vibrated over her sensitive flesh.

His fingers pushed further inside of her and found a silent beat that brought a sensation into the pit of her belly, one she had found before, but had never successfully released. She pushed herself onto to those fingers, needing to reach it. His thumb and forefinger that pinched and teased her nipple moved to the other, and then he stopped.

“Please,” she murmured hungrily, her own voice sounding unfamiliar to her ears. Fuck it; this was a dream, and she wanted him here. She wanted to know what that sensation was; to know what it was like to fall over that precipice before her life was ended.

“Please what?” he growled, and as she forced her eyes to open, she saw the lid of the settee at the end of the bed open and a few of the items inside flew across the bed to his waiting hand. What were those things?

“Oh, gosh,” she whispered as she noted a small pair of clamps, and other things she’d only seen in catalogs or described in a few of the books she’d read.

“Close your eyes, and spread your legs apart,” he ordered, and his tone brooked no argument.

She mentally reminded herself that she was dreaming, and when she woke up, this wouldn’t be real. She closed her eyes and felt silk as it wrapped around her head, creating a blindfold. She moaned as his fingers trailed between her thighs, until his hands captured hers and held them above her head.

“I had planned to wait, but waking up to the smell of that sweet pussy screwed that up,” he growled softly, as more silk was wrapped around each wrist. She felt a tug as he tightened and then released it. She never thought she’d be into kink outside of a good book, but then she’d never even taken a man to her bed before. He excited her; no matter how much she tried to deny it, he did.

Large hands plumped her breast; his lips and teeth sucked and lightly bit her nipple. There was a sting and a burn as something metal bit into it and didn’t let go. He licked it and repeated the same treatment with the other one. Clamps? This dream was getting weirder by the second. A wet, hot tongue slid down to her clit where it was sucked, licked, and nipped as a third metal bite clamped and held on. She couldn’t hold it any longer; a moan escaped and she rocked her hips as the pressure from the little clamps sent a wild thrill through her.

Her pussy flooded with moisture as his fingers fondled her curls. “Gods, you’re made for being fucked, aren’t you, my little Witch?” he groaned and she felt his fingers as he pressed them against her heat and slid them through the mess he’d created. “I wonder if this sweet haven can stretch far enough to take me?” he questioned, and then two fingers entered her body, stretching and filling her enough that she gasped at the violation, which amplified the pleasure. He pushed his fingers into her until only his flat palm was pressed against her heat.

“I need it,” she begged, unsure of what exactly she needed at this point. She rocked her hips, needing more. Her nipples felt almost numb beneath the pressure of the clamps, and her clit was swelling from being pinched. His mouth lowered to where she needed it, but the moment his tongue flicked against her clit, she cried out in shock as pain mingled with pleasure, pleasure overtook the pain, and that storm inside of her gained strength.

*~*~*

Ristan couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. Her sweet pussy juices covered his face, coating his lips as he continued to lick her clit, where the blood flow had been restricted. He wanted to make her body betray her own wishes. Even now, she moaned for more, oblivious to the fact that this wasn’t a dream.

He’d pulled himself out of her dream and awoken to her sweet body pressed against his, his cock poised at the ready as her sleek folds slid up and down it. Yeah, she was ripe as fuck with the need to be taken. Even in her sleep she’d found his soldier, and tempted him past his breaking point. He held back, remembering that she was a virgin, and she needed to be explored and ready before he fed inch after inch of his massive cock into that sweet little pussy, or he could seriously hurt her.

His eyes slid up her porcelain skin to where her nipples reddened and swelled from the clamps. This particular set could vibrate, which could make her come before she’d begged for it, so he kept the vibration off for now. Her thighs were spread wide, and while he liked the idea of her being unaware of what was happening to her pretty pussy, he wanted to see her eyes when she exploded with her first orgasm.

He flicked his fingers, and the blindfold disintegrated. The fibers caught the gentle breeze of the wind from the open windows and created a glowing cascade of white crystals. She blinked to adjust her eyes, and then he brought his fingers back to her opening. His other hand created sensations as his fingers made small circular patterns on her inner thighs.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Olivia?” he whispered hoarsely, his own voice filled with his need to throw caution to the wind and take her.

“I need to come,” she replied thickly, her sultry tone sliding over his skin like a gentle caress. “Make me come, please,” she pleaded, as her hips lifted wantonly.

He moved between her legs and slid his cock over her velvet folds. His stomach coiled with the need to fuck, to lay claim to what no other man or being had claimed before.

She was dripping, the beautiful sight of her juices as they flooded her core sent him over the edge and he held his cock at her pussy. His free hand reached up and removed the single piece of lacy silk that bound her hands, and then he removed the clamp that pinched her very swollen nub. He watched her as she made an O with her beautiful lips, and her eyes followed suit. He pushed the head of his cock just inside her sheath and groaned as the tightness gripped him. His muscles strained and bunched in his neck as he forced himself to remain still, his cock just barely inside of her, needing to be buried in her sultry depths.

He pulled it out, and gently slid it along the seam of her wetness, stroking her until she was moving with him, seemingly unaware that this was no dream. Her wetness would allow him entrance, and he was impatient to enter her fully. It wasn’t right since she thought him her dream lover, and yet he couldn’t force himself to stop. He slid his cock back to the tip of her entrance.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he grunted; blood pulsed in his manhood as her tight pussy gripped the head of it painfully.

“Never,” she whispered, and pushed her tight body against him, surprising him as she sealed her fate and took him deep. She cried out as pain tore through her, and he growled at her own thoughtlessness. Her pussy was wet, but it had needed to be ready for his wide thickness and long length. “Oh God,” she cried out, but instead of moving away from what was surely causing her pain, she spread her legs wider, working her hips to accommodate his cock.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned and held still, allowing her to use his cock to find her own pace.

She
was fucking
him!
This sweet virgin was rocking her tight-as-fuck sheath around him and using his cock like her own pleasure toy. He rocked his hips and watched as her hands moved to her now very sensitive clamped nipples. Her fingers gently stroked the red tips, and a new flood of liquid filled her sweet pussy. Yeah, fuck it, she was in trouble.

He grabbed her hands, pushing them down hard as his mouth found those sensitive peaks, one and then the other as he nipped at them, enjoying the shocked gasp that exploded from her lips. She was discovering the truth, and he’d be damned if she called it off this far in. He pushed further inside her until he was buried to the hilt, and she screamed as pain tore through her, but it only lasted a few moments as he started to fuck her body.

His teeth grazed her nipple, and then he removed the clamps; one and then the other, until they were free, and then he sucked on them greedily. Her moan was bliss to his ears as the blood rushed back to those twin peaks, and he rocked his massive cock in the tightness of her sweet body.

He pulled back as her body began trembling with her impending release. He watched as she continued to use him, her sweet ass rocking as she fucked his cock. He’d planned on torturing her, but this? This was backfiring at best.

His balls tightened as she continued to slide on and off of his shaft, and then she screamed. Her eyes went wide, her pert nipples hardened before his eyes, and she exploded in screams as her body shook from the force of her first orgasm. Unable to resist, he fed on the rush of energy that pulsed from her. The taste of Fae and Human as he expected, and something else he couldn’t identify. It was powerful. Something he’d never before tasted and immediately wanted more of.  His eyes opened slowly and he watched her for a moment, smiling darkly as he pulled her legs up by her ankles, with no warning of his intent.

Her body was ready, and his balls ached too much to wait any longer. He spread her apart, placing one slender ankle over his shoulder and the other on his thigh as he pushed himself into her, hard and fast as he fucked her sleek, tight heat. “My turn,” he warned and continued pounding her until she screamed again, her hands pushing against him as he took his turn.

Her cries were of pleasure, music to his ears as the beat of his blood mingled with them, and he exploded inside of her sweet heat. He’d never come so fast or hard in his entire life. Yet he didn’t stop, not even when she tried to wiggle away from him. Instead, he captured her face between his hands, kissing her long and hard, which made her rock her hips to his tempo, as if they both heard the same song even though no music played in the room.

In the morning, she’d scream and cry foul, but he didn’t care. She’d been willing; he could feel every emotion she had through his fingertips and he could see it in her expressive blue eyes that she was fully aware that this was no dream. She’d been truly fucked by her captor, and she’d wanted it with every fiber of her being.

He exploded a second time, taking her with him over the beautiful blissful cliffs, and she’d screamed his name… Okay, she’d screamed his code name, which he’d need to fix, and she hadn’t said it to him, but the next time he took her, she’d scream it to the fucking heavens.

Sated and unable to keep his eyes open any longer, he cleansed their bodies with glamour, cleaning the blood from her and the bed, and yanked her lithe body against his. “You’re mine now, Olivia. I own you.”

Chapter Eighteen

Walking through the gardens, Ristan mulled over his harsh words with Synthia this morning. His intentions were his alone, and he understood where she was coming from, yet he deserved his revenge.

He’d left his prisoner asleep in his bed and had stopped by the nursery briefly to give Kahleena a little boost of his Demon juice, which would keep the infant alive a little longer until they could figure out how to heal the Tree. The tiny thing was growing weaker when she should be growing strong. Her golden eyes showed her father’s powers, yet she was failing to thrive, and sooner or later, her brothers would follow.

Synthia had arrived in the nursery and he’d blasted her about going against his wishes by taking Adam down to pay Olivia a visit in her cell the day before. Sinjinn had given him a mental heads-up at the time, but he’d stayed away from the cell at Ryder’s command and assurance that he would personally ensure that nothing was done and that Olivia would remain his prisoner.

He’d listened as Synthia had given him advice on Olivia. He was thankful that she hadn’t begged him to release her, and instead explained to him what she thought could be to blame. He’d understood Synthia’s standpoint when she’d explained about growing up in the Guild, and how it was law to always trust the Elders, and follow any orders given by them. He’d smiled and inwardly chuckled at how different being raised in the Horde was. With his father, he’d managed to find loopholes and ways around doing what he knew was wrong. Unless one was very clever, death was the usual punishment for not following orders under Alazander’s regime. He’d lived, though, and avoided situations that he knew were wrong, but Olivia had played the willing seductress in his fall inside the Guild.

That was the crux of it. He got what Synthia reminded him of this morning. Hell, he’d spent weeks in the Guild watching how they followed orders without asking a simple question. So the question was, was Olivia a Mage, or just blindly following orders? And what could make her turn on Alden in favor of Cyrus? Both were Elders. Every time he’d observed Olivia interacting with Alden, it seemed as if she’d cared for the old man. He’d watched both Elders for months, and Cyrus was cold and detached from the others at the Spokane Guild, while Alden had treated them like family. So was she just a great actress, or skilled in treachery and part of the Mages plan?

There were too many unanswered questions, and she was obviously not used to pleasure, which would make getting those answers an easy feat. The problem was, he wasn’t used to being the asshole, and he’d hid his own pain behind his snark. But now, it was near impossible to manage with the old wounds ripped to the surface. He needed answers from her, and he needed to know why she’d done it. People had died, and while he carried no love for those who had perished at the Guild, he’d been betrayed, and worse, he’d been drugged by a tiny little female because his dick had wanted her to slip and fall on it. That pissed him off the most. One simple fucking mistake and he could have ruined everything they’d worked so hard for, and all because he’d wanted her to be the sweet little innocent thing that everyone had assumed she was.

His eyes roamed over the numerous herbs and flowers until they landed on his younger sister, Ciara. He stifled a groan as he moved in her direction, knowing that if he left now, she’d only follow him.

“Minx,” he said, as he neared her.

“Hey, how are you feeling? We’re all a bit worried about you,” she admitted as she took his hand and kissed his palm in greeting.

“I’m doing better,” he said, his mind replaying his early morning spent with Olivia. In fact, he felt a lot better since he fed from her. “How are the babes?” he asked, moving his mind to the safer subject.

“They need us to get a move on healing the Tree,” she whispered as she surprised Ristan with a tight hug, which caused him to wince. Obviously, he hadn’t been completely healed by fucking.

“No luck on finding a cure, then?” he asked as he pulled away, hoping she’d take the hint.

She moved to the small stone bench and sat with her hands in her lap. “They don’t think I can help,” she mumbled. “They act like I’m weak, and I’m not. I can fight; I’ve been trained by Zahruk and Sinjinn. I can help,” she said, her eyes lifting to meet his with a look of sheer determination in them.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you were born female, Minx, or that it’s our job to protect you,” he teased lightly.

“Synthia can fight, and no one says she’s a female,” she growled. “I’m not her, and I get it. Her lineage is superior, but mine isn’t lacking either. I’m the princess of the Horde, and I can help them.”

“Ciara, you’re rash and young. You don’t think before you act, and I know you think you’re ready to take on the world, but you’re not. You need to make better decisions and stop being foolish. Stop trying so hard,” he said as he smiled at her, his eyes watching as a look of defiance lit in her eyes.

The air was thick with the heady scent of flowers in full bloom. His nose caught the subtle scent of jasmine, which reminded him of the sweet beauty sleeping in his bed. Lush greenery covered the stone walls that protected the gardens, and vines had sealed the cracks which had formed when Ryder had killed their father. The gardens were near the great hall where his father had impaled Dristan with his razor sharp wingtip. The kid had been close to death. Ryder had lost it, and the battle had been brutal and had shaken the foundations of the castle. In the end, he’d ended the monster that had endlessly tormented them all.

His eyes moved to the gated entrance, and to the double dragons that symbolized the Horde, and smiled. So much about this world never made sense before the change of monarchy, and now, with the impending doom of Faery, it did.

His eyes drifted back to his sister and he shook his head. “So much depends on that Tree, and right now isn’t the time for a rebellion, Ciara. Now is the time to be united and fight for those babes; they need us. All of us. If you still feel this way after that is accomplished, I will stand by you when you speak to Ryder. If you approach him before that, you’ll be on your own in your fight for independence.”

Ristan’s eyes moved to the Goddess standing at the far side of the garden. The gold lining her body was blinding, and it wasn’t Danu this time. Fucking hell. He shook his head, but the Goddess paid him no heed; her eyes were on Ciara.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered reverently as his eyes moved to his sister’s.

Ciara twisted in her seat and scanned the garden, but her eyes came back in confusion. “What is it?” she whispered, as she absently rubbed her arms as a chill wind blew through the garden as Destiny watched her with a wicked smile on her beautiful lips.

“It’s nothing we can’t handle,” Ristan said, his tone promising the Goddess that they were ready for anything.

*~*~*

Pacing beside the bed, Olivia’s body ached from where she’d been pleasured by the monster. She wasn’t sure he was a monster anymore, but she needed to remind herself that he was. This wasn’t one of her romance novels that would end with a happily ever after. It was a horror story.

Girl meets gorgeous guy, guy turns out to be a monster, kidnaps girl and tortures her. She dies. End of story.

She’d allowed him to take her virginity, and yet she’d done it to prevent it from being a threat that he could use to torture her with. Did she regret it? She wasn’t sure yet, but she’d liked it. A lot. Of that, she wasn’t able to lie about. It had hurt, but only at first, and the things he’d made her feel… Those things already made her body grow moist for more.

She was such an idiot!

She had the sheet wrapped around her, wearing it like a dress, because he’d left her in bed with nothing to wear. The chain attaching her collar to the bed was longer than the night before and allowed her to reach the bathroom without his assistance, but it wasn’t long enough to get to the door or window to check for an exit or escape route.

Her breasts were still sensitive from the clamps he’d used, and every time she turned in her pacing, she was reminded of what they’d done together. Considering his impressive size, she thought the pain would have been a lot worse. The dull ache was just another reminder of what she’d done. She’d allowed it, and fuck if she didn’t
like
it! She was such an idiot—or maybe she should blame her romance novels for her unrealistic expectations.

It was always the same story. Girl gets taken, girl falls in love with her captor, and he ends up loving her. It was absolute rubbish! She wasn’t living some novel; he sure as hell wasn’t going to fall in love with her, and there was no damned rainbow! But damn, the sex? Better than anything those books had explained. And yeah, her vagina might ache today, but the traitorous bitch was doing a happy dance to finally have seen some action.

Her body was clean, and yet she still felt his touch as if he’d burned her with it. A ripple of a tremor shot through her starting at her toes as she closed her eyes and pictured herself with him. She’d been eager, and not a single protest she’d given had sounded as if carried truth.

Memories of everything they’d done kept replaying through her mind. Since she’d woken up, she thought of little else but what he’d done with her body.
To
her body. The guy had some mad skills she’d all but purred and sang Dixie for him while he fucked her. There were other things, though, like those angry red marks from his torture intertwining with his dark silvery brands of his lineage. Along with a mark that looked like a symbol of the Fae goddess on his left pectoral. The surprising wink of silver from barbells that pierced his nipples. His abs looked as if he’d stolen them from a cover model from some male physique magazine. Then, last but not least, his cock. Nothing she’d ever read, or seen could have prepared her for that thing. It was probably considered a concealed weapon in the States. She giggled and shook her head. Here she was, held captive and mentally describing her tormentor’s penis. Brilliant!

Her body had responded to his touch, and it had finally allowed itself the pleasure she’d always tried to self-achieve, but unlike when she’d tried, he had succeeded in making her body sing.

She felt his presence before the first soft footfall sounded from behind her. She stalled her pacing, and her eyes closed as she felt the blush spread across her body. She hadn’t considered seeing him this soon and now knew why the morning after a one night stand was so awkward.

What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to say anything? She was so out of her safe little world that she wanted to use the sheet as a shield and hide in its silky embrace. She felt him at her back, his immense physical presence almost palpable as she waited for him to speak.

She forgot to breathe, to move, forgot she was his prisoner until she felt the tug on the chain and was turned around by it. Her eyes lit with fire as she spun on him but sputtered out when she found him holding a tray of food. Her stomach decided to choose that moment to let out an audible growl of hunger.

“You can eat, but only if you do so naked,” he said with a wicked smirk on his lips.

“I am naked,” she pointed out, her hands gripping the sheet to her bosom like a lifeline.

Ristan’s eyes slid down the sheet to her bare feet and back up. “Lose the sheet, and I’ll let you eat. We can talk while you do so.”

With shaking hands, she un-tucked the material and let it float to the ground, where it pooled at her feet. “I won’t tell you any Guild secrets, or anything that could hurt my Guild.”

“It’s a little late for that, isn’t it? Considering your Guild is nothing but a pile of ashes,” he murmured as his eyes slid down her naked body.

Her nipples were red, not the delicate shade of pink they normally were. That was his doing, along with the clamps he’d used. Her hair was mussed, and the humidity in Faery had created a frizz that had it out of control. He may have bathed her with his magic, but her body still held proof that he’d taken her.

His hand came up slowly, cupping her breast before his thumb grazed her sensitive nipple. She whimpered as it caught her off guard, and sent another quiver through her body, which he saw. “Please stop,” she whispered, her eyes lifting from his hand to meet his swirling silver and black stare. “I’m starving,” she admitted, and she was. She was thirsty as well, and the red wine he’d brought—or she assumed that was what was on the tray—looked good enough to swallow in one drink.

“Tit for tat,” he said as he waved his hand and the chain at her neck dropped to the floor with a loud rattle. “I give you a piece of food, you give me answers.”

“And if I say no?” she asked as he pinched her nipple painfully, which seemed to make her lady parts drench themselves with anticipation. She blushed yet again, and tried to remove her eyes from his, but failed. The heat in them floored her, and as she watched, his nostrils flared as his lips tipped up in the corners. Could he smell her pussy growing wet with need?

No freaking way.

“You can do the math; you’re a smart girl, Olivia. You know enough about the Fae and what we can do. I could even have one of my brothers come here and question you. There wouldn’t be much left of your mind but scrambled eggs if I did, so I would highly recommend you cooperate. Now, come and sit with me,” he said, already heading to the small sofa in the room. She followed close behind him, completely aware of the fact that she was stark ass naked, and wetness was spreading down her thighs where they touched together.

She moved to sit on the sofa, but he took the entire seat, his eyes meeting hers briefly before they looked down at the floor at his feet. She considered arguing, but she was starving to the point where it felt as if her insides were consuming themselves.

At his feet, seated on her knees with her hands palm down on her thighs, she looked up. He swallowed hard and shook his head as he placed the tray down on what she was sure was nothing…until a small table appeared.

Magic; that had to be it. Demons must have magic that was similar to the High Fae. That had to be why her body was responding to him like some hussy with a cock fetish. “What do you want to know?” she whispered as she forced her mind away from where it was going.

“Cyrus,” Ristan said, his eyes lingering on hers before he picked up a generous slice of bread, wrapped it around a piece of cheese, and popped it into his mouth. One of his hands wandered along her back, distracting her.