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THE DEMON’S SEDUCTION

A Demons Unleashed Erotic Novella

by

Lisa Alder

Copyright

2011 by Lisa Alder

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written consent from the author/publisher.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead, or places, events, or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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Dark, haunting and sexy, THE DEMON'S BARGAIN is one treat of a tale....

4 out of 5 stars from
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Dedication

As an author, my goal for myself is to grow with each manuscript I write.

As an author, my goal for my readers is to entertain.

Hopefully, I achieved both.

This book was a bit of a departure from a traditional romance. But as we all know, love comes in many varieties. I hope that I was able to do justice to those who choose a less traditional path.

The Demon's Seduction: The Background

Ten years after escaping their prison, the Demon's battle against the evil Fae continued to rage on. The Fae had stepped up their attacks on the Demons in the last few months, aggressively attacking and searching for Demon weaknesses.

The Demons needed the light and power of the Moon while the Fae drew strength from the Sun. Both Demon and Fae drew power from human emotion.

But the Demons have recently discovered a new and powerful weapon in their ongoing battle. Love.

As the Demon of Seduction, Zepar thinks making a human fall in love with him is going to be easy. Turns out, not as easy as he thought....

PROLOGUE

The Demon of Seduction lounged in the cushioned chair near the fire and swirled a glass of aged scotch. He stared contemplatively into the flames as the first sip burned a fiery path down his throat.

His world was changing, yet again.

Both Demon and Fae drew power from human emotion. But Demons had discovered a mighty weapon against the Fae. The Fae might believe they were winning, but they were wrong. The Demons had a new secret defense.

Love.
The emotion of love transformed their energy and made them stronger.

So now, every Demon was tasked with finding the love of a human. Even he, the Demon of Seduction, must find a mate.

Zepar smiled. He was the Demon of Seduction. How hard could it be to make a human fall in love with him?

ONE

One month later

“I need a woman.” Zepar, the Demon of Seduction, lounged in the large wing chair, one leg thrown over the arm of the chair, legs splayed wide, his well-endowed cock cupped lovingly by fine leather breeches.

Thalia perched in the other large chair across from him and stared.

She was one of the Graces, his personal pet name for the three human women who were available for the lesser Demons. Normally he considered her a seductive, sexual being.

The sheer panels draped over her lithe body left little to the imagination. The dusky peach of her areola was clearly visible through the fine fabric. Her erect nipples pebbled against the gathered fabric like a beacon, flashing
touch me, touch me
.

The perfect bow of her peach lips usually curved into a subtle smile as if she had a secret she wouldn’t share. The thick fringe of her lashes framed smoky eyes the color of granite. Her features were serene, mysterious, and seductive.

It was why he’d chosen her for the Graces.

She exuded sexuality and well, grace.

But right now, her lush body screamed annoyance, not sex.

“Let me make sure I understand you correctly.” Her voice was soft but he heard the recrimination. “You want me to be your pimp?”

“Pimp is such an ugly word,” he purred, flooding his voice with sexual heat.

“Don’t use that voice on me.” Her spine got even stiffer. The move unexpectedly jutted her breasts forward. The tease.

“I’d prefer the word procure.” Zepar’s gaze had snagged on her cleavage.

Thalia snapped her fingers at him. “Hello. Don’t talk to my breasts. I’m up here.”

Zepar lazily returned his gaze to her face. “But they are such lovely breasts.” He swirled the scotch in the snifter and turned on all of his charm.

“Why do you want
me
to find you women?”

Zepar frowned and tried to keep his posture nonchalant, but he was actually very uptight. “I don’t seem to be doing a very good job of it.”

Only the top echelon of Demon leaders knew about their newfound power source, love. The Demons were closely guarding the secret. The Fae had recently attempted to infiltrate the Demon stronghold through human women, and Thalia was human. As much as Zepar would like to, he couldn't trust Thalia with that information.

The elegant curve of her neck was marred by the straight set of her head as she stared at him, her eyes narrowed and mouth pursed tightly. Oddly, he couldn’t ever see her thoughts. She had the unusual ability to lock her mind up tighter than a virgin’s ass.

Zepar swallowed the temptation to confide in Thalia.

She was his favorite.

This past month, Zepar had screwed as many humans as possible and then retreated to Thalia's company. When he was with her, he was immersed in a well of peace. Somehow she managed to soothe and arouse him all at the same time.

“You have a gift for finding the right woman.” Which was true. She’d been very adept at finding women that would appeal to the Demons of the castle.

“So you’re ordering me?” She stood abruptly. The panels of her short dress swirled around her ass, the sheer fabric playing peek-a-boo with the curls that protected her sex.

“If you want to put it that way-yes.” His cock lay flaccid in his breeches as he contemplated going to look for another woman.

“Fine.” Thalia strode towards the doorway, the swish and glide of her legs drawing his attention. “I have an appointment and then I’ll start looking."

A sudden spear of jealousy stabbed through him. “With who?”

Her features settled into a porcelain mask. “Why do you want to know?”

Zepar paused, the snifter halfway to his lips as he noted the small quaver in her voice. She'd sounded hurt, and he couldn't help but wonder,
Why
?

Anything to distract him from the real problem at hand.

Humans were not falling in love with him.

The fight against the Fae was escalating. The entire Demon castle was on edge, as if waiting for the Fae’s next volley in their ongoing struggle. He had been trolling the local village for the last few weeks. His cock was literally sore from all of the sex he’d engaged in and still not one woman had fallen in love with him.

The Demons needed all the power they could get. And as they’d recently discovered, love generated more power than the full moon.

“I would know that the Demons are treating you well.”

“Rest assured, I am fucked well.” The harsh tone of her voice was at odds with the absolutely still mask of her face.

Then she let him into her thoughts. A sudden vision of another Demon fucking her, those killer legs wrapped around a Demon’s waist, as the male pounded in and out of her body, flashed through his mind. His cock stirred, but he suddenly wanted that Demon to be him. Even though Thalia was reserved for the Lesser Demons. And therefore, off limits.

“Who?” he demanded.

“If you must know, Prince Gaap and Barbas asked me to spend time with Leraye.”

Hope zipped through him. “Has his condition changed?”

“No.”

Leraye, the Demon of Battle, had been frozen in some sort of stasis since Prince Gaap’s battle with the Fae. So far they had been unable to break the spell that had rendered him a statue. Barbas, the Demon of Healing, had tried to no avail to break the curse.

Every day his friend remained frozen, Zepar's hope that Leraye would reanimate dwindled.

“So what do you do?”

Images from her mind assaulted him. Thalia caressing the statue. Thalia licking the solidified form of Leraye. Thalia curling around Leraye’s frozen body.

His cock strained against the placket of his breeches as the images suddenly shut off.

“Would you care to watch as well?” she taunted.

Zepar frowned, unsure where this sudden animosity from Thalia came from. She had always been more biddable.

Thalia whirled around, her back stiff as she hurried toward the exit. “I’ll be back with a woman for you later.”

Zepar thought of the increasingly aggressive attacks from the Fae. He didn’t want anything to happen to Thalia. “Let me know when you are ready to go into the village. I’ll come with you.”

She paused at the doorway, her body wooden. “Is that necessary?”

“I do believe it is.”

“As you wish.”

TWO

Thalia marched toward the Demon of Battle Leraye’s room. The urge to kick something burned strong.

She was an idiot. Lusting after Zepar, the Demon of Seduction, was a bad idea. On a badness scale from one to ten, it measured a billion and one.

For starters, he was off limits. The Graces were only to serve the Lesser Demons. Lords, Dukes and Princes were reserved for the aristocracy of Female Demons.

When she’d signed on to be a Grace, she hadn’t thought beyond the fact that she’d have a roof over her head and food in her stomach. She’d always liked sex. Loved sex. And she had no other skills. She didn’t want to work on farms or in the village for a pittance.

Her family was dead. All gone. Here, she was pampered and taken care of. So the trade-off of sex for shelter had seemed like a bargain. She couldn’t even complain, because Demons after being imprisoned for thousands of years beneath the Earth’s crust, seemed to have a far greater appreciation for the female form than the average human male.

They often took hours pleasuring her, and tended to be very tactile in their pursuit of the physical feast of the flesh.

They straight-up loved sex. And they loved women.

Most of the time, she considered it a win-win.

But lately, she wanted more.

And the only one she seemed to want more with was Zepar.

He, however, was clueless. He also seemed to be on a quest to fuck as many women as he possibly could. Ever since his two friends, Vetis and Gaap, had hooked up with human mates, Zepar had been insatiable.

But as she’d sat across from him, she couldn’t help but notice that he looked tired. And not all that satisfied.

The anger that had carried her through her meeting with him came back. She’d sat there, fighting the urge to lick his bicep every time he’d raised that glass to his lips. And then lick the scotch from his sensuous mouth.

She’d been so distracted by his physical presence that she’d barely heard his request. Her body literally melted every time she saw him lately. Her core softened, her nipples stood at attention as if he were their commander, and her mouth watered with the possibility of getting her lips on his body and on the massive cock cupped by his breeches.

It was crazy.

She
was crazy.

Besides the fact that technically he was off limits, he didn’t want her.

She knew that, and even so, lately it had been hard to hold back from him the images of what she wanted.

Thalia pushed open the door to Leraye’s chamber. He sat in his throne chair in the corner near the window, facing the sea. When he’d been frozen, he’d been sitting in a tree. They had cut off his clothing and armor to search for any wound or place on his body where the spell had touched his body. But there were no unusual marks.

His naked body was beautiful and scarred from years of battle. Ridges of muscle lined his stomach and his arms and legs were corded with strength, every muscle tensed as if he’d been about to attack. The bold slash of his nose, the strong line of his jaw, and the curve of his brow were locked in harsh, unforgiving concentration. His shaved head and fierce, shockingly light blue eyes hadn’t changed since they’d brought him home.

“Hello, Leraye.” Thalia had no idea if he could hear her. But it had been a month since Prince Gaap had returned with the statue, and she thought their hope of him actually reanimating was slim.

In an odd way, he’d become her confidant.

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