The Demon's Bargain (Demons Unleashed Erotic Novellas) (9 page)

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, surrounded 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.

She laughed. “That’s rich. Coming from you. You...jerk.”

“Do you really want them to let you loose?” Vetis said coldly. He hoped the fool would attack Amara. He would love the chance to inflict harm against him.

As if he realized how tenuous his position truly was, the gambler slumped. “Sorry, my Lord,” he said grudgingly.

“Your debt is forgiven.” Vetis forced the words out through clenched teeth. He really wanted to wrap his hands around the man’s throat and choke the life from him.

Vetis tried to see into his mind. Desperate to glean more details as to why the Fae had sent him to the Demon of Corruption. If he could find the information, he wouldn’t have to let Amara go. But the man’s only thought was of escape.

Which meant Vetis had to let Amara leave with her husband. They could not alert the Fae by changing any of the parameters of the bargain.

Edward bounced on the balls of his feet. “So I am free to go?”

“Not just yet.” Vetis set his face in hard lines. “Do not approach me again.”

Amara jerked. She had misunderstood but he could not explain to her here and now. “And never cower behind the skirts of your wife again. From now on you will settle your own debts.”

“But,” the gambler sputtered, “you can’t--”