Immortal Fire (9 page)

Chapter Fifteen

“Kai!”
a voice called to her.

She opened her eyes in the
darkness of the room
Brenton
had given to her. After
a long three days of his working
her
until her muscles
ached and her head felt like it would split, Kai wanted nothing more than to
sleep for the next fifteen hours. Instead, someone was calling her name. And
worse, it seemed she couldn’t resist the call.

Coming to a sitting position, she
threw back the covers, or intended to. Her legs moved past the blankets, and
she slipped to her feet, but in looking back, fear clutched at her throat. She
still lay in the bed asleep.

Her hands were transparent at
first and then solid. She reached out to the figure lying in the bed
who
looked like her, hair all over her head and tangled. Her
fingers passed through herself into the bed and then out again.

“Okay, I’m dreaming,” she
whispered to the quiet room. “Weird dream. Or I’m overtired.”

“Kai, come to me.”

She gasped and looked around the
empty room. This time she recognized Donovan’s voice, and wherever he was, he
was calling her. Try as she might, she couldn’t get back into her body or
ignore him. On instinct, she walked toward the door, but instead of opening it,
she passed through. Then time and space sped up and contracted. She was aware
of passing over a great distance in seconds, yet not knowing how she was doing
it, and fearing that she wouldn’t be able to stop.

There he was, Donovan, sitting on
the side of a bed holding the spell book in his hand. He glanced up, an
expectant look on his face. “You took your time.”

“I . . .” She glanced around.
They were in a hotel room. She wasn’t aware of coming through the door. In
fact, she was sure she hadn’t. “You called me. How?”

He stood and faced her, tossing
the book aside. For a moment, she thought he would walk over to her or meet her
half way across the space between them. He held up his hand and crooked a
finger toward her. She wanted to resist but found she couldn’t. Drifting over
the floor, she moved to within an inch of him and looked up into his handsome
face, half shadowed in the darkness.

He ran a hand down her bare arm,
his fingertips skimming her tender skin and sending chills over her body.
“Didn’t you realize?” he asked her. “If you know a demon’s name, you can call him
. . . or rather
her
. . . to you. If
you know the words to say, you can make her stay forever.”

His lips slanted across hers.
When she needed to be, she was as solid as she was in her body. He crushed her
against his chest, slid his hand lower to squeeze her ass. She whimpered in his
hold, strained inside for more. At last, he drew back.

She would have slapped his face,
but hesitated since she wasn’t sure how this out of body experience worked. “I
am not yours to command,” she snapped.

“Aren’t you?”

“No! You’re a liar.” She turned
to go, but he held onto her arm. “I’m leaving. Play with yourself.”

“I’d rather have you play with
me.”

He pulled no punches. That was for
sure. He said what he meant, and left the flowery words for lovers who had
never pleased her anyway. She didn’t say a word but didn’t make a move to leave
either.

“I can make you stay.”

She glanced up at him. “You would
do that?”

He turned and sat down on the
bed, flipped his legs up and tucked his hands behind his head. “Wherever your
body is, were you enjoying yourself as much as you could be here with me?” He
shifted his gaze to the window and back to her. “Until just before the sun
rises
, you and I, here.”

“Our dispute on hold? No
Ove
, no
Gethin
?” she asked.

He nodded.

Kai moved closer. She dropped her
gaze to her body and was amazed that her nightgown disappeared. In looking up,
she caught Donovan waving his hand to the side as if he had caused her to be
exposed. She’d underestimated him, or maybe that’s what he had intended all
along.

With her knee between his legs,
she wondered what else he could do. She traced the contours of his thighs,
thrilling at the muscle tensing beneath her touch and the silken dark curls she
skimmed over. Could he control fire like he seemed able to control her? Could
he suppress her abilities with the same ease that he brought them to the
foreground?

“You are mine, Kai,” he told her
like he was reporting on the weather. “Come here and please your man.”

“You don’t deserve me!” Her mouth
at the base of his cock, she flicked her tongue out and licked. He stroked her
hair, catching his breath.

“Take me into your mouth, Kai,”
he demanded, although not unkind. “Suck me.”

She parted her lips and took the
bulbous head deep. Her moan was unintentional, ripped from her at his flavor.
She loved it, refused to think she could love him. And why should she? He only
wanted to use her, to gain pleasure from her, to use her power and then what?

Drawing back, she pulled on his
shaft, stroked it until it widened beneath her fingers and spilled salty
precome
into her mouth. She licked the head producing a
groan from him. She should tell him what to kiss, but she couldn’t stop kissing
his stiff erection. Sliding her hand down between her legs while she worked
him, she came to her swollen bud and began to play with it. So wet, her fingers
were soon coated with her own come, and she dipped farther inside herself.

“Ah,” she breathed.

He grinned. “Hey, do you need to
be alone with your pussy? I thought you were pleasing me?”

Not for a second did she stop the
slow strokes in and out of herself. And watching Donovan, seeing his soft,
curved lips, so much thicker than any man she had been with, she imagined him with
his mouth pressed between her legs. His long, broad tongue would snake up her opening
and scoop out her cream.

She clenched his cock in her hand
and cried out at the vision she drew in her mind. Donovan’s eyebrows dropped
low on his forehead, and his eyes turned almost black. He lifted a hand, palm
facing her, and the hand she had tucked between her legs lifted against her
will. Without touching her, he forced her to push her fingers into his mouth so
that he sucked the come from them.

“You are disobeying me, Kai,” he
warned when he was done.

She frowned. “How does this work?
I am your slave? I must do as you say, because you called me?”

He nodded his head, lowering her
hand to his chest and coaxing the other to continue caressing his cock. “It’s
true I can control you because I called you, and you will please me because I
wish it.”

“Now your true self shows. You’re
evil like the rest.”

“All who are from the underworld
are so.”

She yanked her hands away and
stood. “I’m going back to my room. Don’t call me again. I won’t come.”
Strolling toward the wall, she swallowed hard, noting that her body didn’t
fade, that she didn’t feel that rush inside her belly that seemed to indicate
she was about to slide over space and time. She came to a stop inches from the
wall and looked back at him. “I said I’m leaving.”

He waited silently.

She sighed. “I can’t go back
without your permission, can I?”

“No.”

“If you are more powerful than I
am, why do you need me to kill
Ove
? Why does anyone?”
Placing a palm flat on the wall at either side of her head, she stood there
unmoving with her forehead pressed against the barrier. Confusion and desire
roiled inside. She wanted Donovan but wasn’t sure about what it all meant, her
relationship with him, her purpose, his desires concerning her.

The creak of the bed springs
alerted her that he had moved. She remained where she was. The warmth of his
body heated hers from behind, and he rested his hands on her hips. “I want to
be with you,” he whispered. “Always.”

“What are you saying?” A tremor
went through her. She closed her eyes and willed the fears away, the
insecurities. Confidence had been her shield against the world, at least the
human one. Immortals had never been allowed to matter until Donovan.

Moving close, he curved his body
around hers, dipped his knees and embraced her in a hold that was more than
lust-filled. “I want us to be one. I wanted to dominate you. Yes, I lied about my
motives. And something else.”

She swallowed. “What?”

“The Wren
Bai
were the, I guess you could say, mascots of the demon race many centuries ago.
In some areas of the underworld, they still are. While all inhabitants there
are under the demons’ thumb, my people are particularly. I am. I did not have a
choice in the matter of coming to get you, of seducing you.
Ove
wanted it. I came.”

Tears filled Kai’s eyes. She
tried to pull away, but Donovan held onto her. He tightened his hold and laid
his cheek against hers.

“Why are you telling me all
this?” She sniffed. “Why now?”

“Because I love you, Kai.” He
flipped her around to face him. “I wanted to make you obey me, to be my slave
as a sort of payback for
Ove’s
treatment of me and
mine. But it backfired. I couldn’t hurt you. It tore at me to be cruel.”

She grinned. “Every time you
commanded me, you were so gentle when you said it. Firm but gentle.” His first
words hit her. “You
love
me?”

He tipped her chin up. “Yes, I
do. Tell me you feel the same. I know you do. You’ve not been able to walk away
from me. You forgave me quickly after you found out the truth. That means
something.”

When the fire lit in her eyes,
she felt it, hot and soothing, scorching away the humanity that lingered in her
body. “When I am too long out of my body, I feel it, the darkness,
the
evil. Yes, I also feel something for you, but not love.”

With a gasp, he drew back and
stared down at her.

“You’ve tried to seduce a demon,
Donovan.” Resting a palm on his chest, she let the fire grow up around it,
heating him. He wouldn’t be hurt, but he would sense the power. “You are
powerful, lover,” she told him, and pushed hard.

He flew backward across the room,
landing on the bed. She climbed on the bed and stood above him, legs apart,
giving him the view all men desired. His eyes swept from her face to her moist
pussy.

“The demon rules,” she growled,
transforming in an instant.

Chapter Sixteen

Donovan watched her change, his
heart pounding with lust and desire. He knew what she was, knew the risks he’d
taken, pulling her from her body. He didn’t get to live as long as he had and
not know what it would mean. An explosive combination of his ability to edge
her into her dark side and in suppressing her humanity was what she needed.
That had been accomplished in forcing her to appear before him.

Now, he had only to enjoy
coupling with her. Her sexy body called to his, made his cock rise in
anticipation of burrowing into her. He sat up and shouldered between her legs.
Her ass rested easily in his palms, her thighs thrown around his head. He took
a hungry taste of her, and her head dropped backward, a cry of pleasure on her
lips.

For now, he would let the sexy
demoness
think she was in charge. When he was ready, he
would train her again who her master was. He hadn’t been lying when he told her
he loved her. He did. And he would spend the entire night teaching her how much
she loved him in return.

He sucked at her sweet pussy,
trying his best to drink all she had to offer him. When he had, he moved to her
clit, teased it and drew it between his lips. She squirmed to get away, but he
held on, forced her closer.

“Don . .
. ”

“Mm.” He leaned back. “Hush,
baby. Let me pleasure you. Come for me.”

“It’s too much. I can’t take it.”
She gasped, fighting his hold. He leaned her down on the bed and followed with
his body. Her hot skin flamed hotter and singed the sheets, but he didn’t pause
for a second. He sucked her clit harder into his mouth and laved it with his
tongue. Kai screamed. She tugged at his hair, cursed him for his lips being too
good.

He let the chuckle rumbling up in
his throat vibrate on her clit. Her muscles pulsed beneath him. Donovan ran his
fingers up to grab hold of her stiff nipples, and he tugged. She arched into
his hold.
Who’s your daddy now?
he
demanded mentally. She shrieked. He knew she’d heard his
thought.

“Donovan!”

“Who is your master?”

She clamped her jagged teeth
together. Flames lit her eyes. He leaned up to stare down at her taut body,
flat belly so red and thighs thick and curvy for him. She tried to squirm away,
but he yanked her back. His cock swelled all the more as he watched her, craved
her.

She rolled to her stomach. He
stroked her ass, wondering if she could shift to the point of growing out a
tail. He’d fucked a
demoness
with one before, but
even without the extra appendage, no woman was as hot as Kai.

Her hips locked beneath him, he
readied his cock at her entrance. “Ready for me?”

“You’re bigger,” she whimpered.

“So?” He pushed at her. Her pussy
widened around his cock. She cried out. Donovan fought not to come yet. He wanted
to be buried to the hilt when he let go. “Who is your master, Kai?”

“I am my own master!” she
screamed.

“Wrong answer.” He drew back. His
head slid out of her sweetness. He could have wept.

“Donovan, you fuck!” Her claws
tore at the covers, transforming them to ribbons. Vaguely, he felt relieved
that it wasn’t his back she’d done that to. “Put it in me now!”

The shields on her power were
wide open. Kai had the potential to be a succubus. The push to obey her was
strong, and not just because he ached for it already. A human male would have
been helpless to resist her command. Donovan had to give it his all not to give
in.

“Who is your master, Kai?” he
asked again.

Without warning, her tactic
changed. Her voice went soft. Her claws receded, and the redness in her body
faded to a soft pink. “I need it, Donovan. A woman like me needs it all the
time. You wouldn’t make me suffer. You wouldn’t hurt me.”

He sunk his erection deep inside
her, knowing full well this was just another manifestation of the demon. To
transform to the delicate flower, the innocent, ready to be plucked. Even her
pussy was tighter than it had ever been. He could scarcely get all of himself
inside. The fit was so
snug,
it was like she was a
virgin.

Donovan fell down on top of her,
doing his own clawing, that of holding on and not shooting his load too soon.
“Damn it, Kai, you’re so tight, I can’t . . . For fuck sake, it’s good!”

He rolled his hips, almost having
to force his way in. Her moan was soft, muffled in the covers. She didn’t fight
at all, but her back was arched, and her ass was angled up to him, making it
possible to squeeze farther in.

Exhausted, he sat up, but kept
his pelvis still. He was buried inside her, and wanted to remain that way
forever. If he moved, he’d come. He waited for his desires to settle some so he
could pump her. A feathered caress to his temple made him look up, but nothing
was there. She lay with her eyes closed, unmoving. Had he hurt her?

“Kai?”

A chuckle tickled his mind,
inside his head.
“Yes,”
she whispered
inaudibly.
“I love you. Never forget,
lover. You are mine just as much as I am yours.”

From nowhere, her pussy muscles
clamped down on his cock and seemed to suck at him. He howled. His orgasm
smashed through his control, through his magic, his domination of her. His hips
rose and fell at a thundering speed without his consent. “Kai!”

He couldn’t stop plowing into
her. His cock ground up her passage and pulled out, ground deep again and
retreated. He roared through his climax in tune with her screams of delight. A
full twenty minutes had passed before they came to a stop, and Donovan was sure
he couldn’t come again for the next month, nor move for that long.

Eyes closing in exhaustion, he
heard her in his head before he drifted to sleep.
“A little rest, lover. And then I want to do it all again and again.”

* * * *

Kai woke to fingers kneading her
breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned and strained toward the hand, wanting
more. She and Donovan had made love far past the crack of dawn, and she really
should have gone back to her body, but . . .
Mmm
!
. . .
He wanted more? She had
thought during the last round, she’d finally worn the poor man out for good.

The sun shone on her face,
warming her, and the fingers teasing her nipples were insistent. She couldn’t
turn away. When she opened her eyes with a smile spreading across her face, she
did not expect to see
Gethin
. The lust in his
expression was plain, and his boldness at running his hands over her while she
slept angered her so much she couldn’t push words past her lips for a moment.

At her side, Donovan rolled over
and reached for her at the same time he too opened his eyes. He gasped seeing
Gethin
, but didn’t have her loss of speech. “Fuck!” He
lifted a hand over her. “Kai, return!” he shouted.

Her body lost its solidity and
sunk through the bed, down through the floor and then zoomed on its way through
space and time. The next thing she knew, she heard herself yelp, and she fell
face first onto the grass.

Grass?

She sat up and looked around.
Fully dressed, she was outside on the back lawn at
Brenton’s
house. Mitzi sat nearby, her bottom lip caught between her teeth while she tore
up blades of grass, and
Brenton
was reclined on a
lawn chair drinking something black in a wine glass.

“Oh boy,” Kai mumbled. “I think I
was having one serious dream.

Brenton
,
too sexy for his or her own good, frowned. “That was no dream, damn you. You
left your body last night. I saw no reason not to have Mitzi get you dressed
and bring you out here for your training in preparation for when you returned.
You had two more minutes before I forced you back.”

Kai stared. “You can do that?”

“I can do whatever the hell I
want.” He winked. “Don’t forget it. Now, do you want to tell me where you went?
No, let me guess. A booty call?”

Kai frowned at the terminology
she had never liked. She’d overheard a few humans using it, but it wasn’t
something immortals said.
Brenton
had been among the
mortals a little too long. “That’s not your business. I’m ready.” She stood up
to wait for his instructions, but grateful and worried at the same time that
Donovan had sent her back when he had.

Brenton
took his time setting aside his sunglasses and rising to stretch out a body so
deliciously chiseled, Kai considered whether he had struck a deal with the
chief demon to get it. Had she not been wrapped up in Donovan enough to admit
her love for him last night, she might have been tempted with
Brenton
. Still, a girl could enjoy the scenery.

Kai glanced over at Mitzi still
in her position on the grass, yet now with a red face.
Brenton
was rock hard in black slacks that left nothing to their imagination. Kai
guessed poor Mitzi was intimidated by
Brenton
. He had
picked at her the entire time they’d been guests in his house. Now that Kai
thought about it, her friend had been more or less like a pet to her over the
years, rarely leaving her side. She’d never seen Mitzi with a boyfriend, and
she’d assumed Mitzi was, well, attracted to
her
.

She studied her friend again.
Could she be attracted to
Brenton
? No, he was too
old, although he didn’t look older than a thirty-five year old human man. But
if he had stood against
Ove
, he was up there. Mitzi
didn’t appear to age. She looked just as she did fifteen years before and was
just as spry.

Brenton
stopped in front of Kai, interfering with her speculating on her friend’s
feelings. He caught her beneath the chin and forced her to look up at him. “If
you had a sexual need, you could have come to me. I’m skilled in sensual arts
from at least a hundred different tribes—this world and the under.”

Kai rolled her eyes and pulled
her chin from his hold. “Congratulations, sexy.” She smirked. “I’ve got a man,
but thanks for the offer.”

He grinned. Kai had learned early
on that
Brenton
was one hundred percent demon but
preferred to look human. He never shape-shifted into his true form. She’d even
heard from his servants that he had a tail, but none had seen it in eight
hundred years.

“Then maybe Mitzi—”

Kai moved with lightning speed.
She had fire licking at the air from fingernails that had grown out like
knives. She curved the weapons into
Brenton’s
throat.
“Touch her and you die.”

He chuckled. “When and if I
decide to eat Mitzi . . .” He paused to let the words sink in for both of them.
Mitzi trembled. Kai swallowed. “It will have nothing to do with you. Now,
little half-bitch, show me what you can do.”

Kai fought all the rest of the
day and night.
Brenton
zinged her with a fire that
stung, although she couldn’t figure out how that could be since she too used
fire. When she collapsed exhausted, he used the cruel weapon to force her up.
With each passing hour that her bones ached and her throat seemed to have dried
up and blown away in the wind, she didn’t care who wanted what. She just wanted
it to end.

At midnight,
Brenton
backed off, and Mitzi transformed herself to a person big enough and strong
enough to carry Kai to her bedroom. Kai didn’t complain when Mitzi helped her
shower and change and soon was lost in the land of unconsciousness.