Claiming of a Sex Demon (2 page)

“Oh God!” The woman raked her eyes over his body with a
renewed desire and obvious attraction.

Reza withdrew his fingers from her slippery folds and
flipped her over on the mattress. She groaned as he took hold of her thighs and
propped her up. She arched for him and he gripped her ass, spreading her,
exposing a glistening core. He drove his hard shaft forward and another scream
tore through the room. The sound vibrated with raw need and Reza was proud to
slake it for her. He continued to slam into her, causing the woman’s full
breasts to bounce against the mattress. With each thrust, she sank deeper and
deeper into the bed, her core flat against his body, taking every inch of him. Reza
grabbed her arms and brought her up off the bed so that her back was upright
against his torso. He fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples.

“Oh, yes!” Her climax came barreling toward him.

He moved his hands to her shoulders and pressed her down to
meet every hard thrust. He quickened his pace and drove in deeper than before.
Soon, her ecstasy filled the room in a flood of uninhibited screams. The scent
of the woman’s satiated arousal spurned his own climax.

“Oh my God.” She breathed against the mattress as he pounded
out the last tremors of his own pleasure. “Oh, yes.” Those were words he heard
a lot.

The redhead rolled over on the overly-used mattress and
smiled up at Reza through a sleepy, pleasured gaze. Her grin widened like that
of a Cheshire cat and she dragged her fingers through her hair. This was the
part he loved about sex the most—the way that women treated themselves like
goddesses afterward, touching their bodies with awe and recognition of their
true feminine power.

The woman giggled, a side effect of intense climax. “You’re
a sex demon, aren’t you? I’d heard rumors, but…”

Now it was his turn to grin. “What gave me away? The fact
that we’re both pleasured, or that I’m ready for round two?” By now his neighbors
at the inn would have guessed the nature of his beast as well.

Lennox threw open the door to the local brewery and headed
toward the bar. Making his way through the crowded establishment, Lennox seated
himself next to Emmerie’s brother Zamuel. The man nursed a large mug of mead
with a grim expression.

“You look as disgruntled as I feel, brother.”

“Lennox, good to see you. How is my sister? I haven’t seen
her out lately.”

His stomach twisted into a knot. “Nothing I do shakes her
from the somberness that has hold of her.”

“She has her phases, Lennox. It’s not your fault. Sit here
and enjoy a drink with me.”

A muffled scream escaped through the floorboards of the
roof. Lennox grabbed the hilt of his sword and leapt off his stool.

Zamuel gripped his arm, halting him in his tracks. “Sit.”

Lennox appraised the stormy expression on his friend’s face,
surprised to be restrained. “Explain yourself.”

“The screams have been all evening. Most the time they’re
more obviously of pleasure.”

A drunken voice yelled from several seats down, “A damned
sex demon is passing through town, that’s what.”

Another patron jabbed a figure at the elderly bartender.
“How could you let a sex demon stay here in our town? He’ll corrupt our women.”

“Sounds like he’s already gotten a good start.” Zamuel
laughed, but it was a sound of disgust, not amusement.

Lennox sat back down as the bartender placed a full mug in
front of him. “There’s no way of knowing for sure that he’s a sex demon. And even
if he is, there are discrimination laws, and he’s a paying customer.”

The soft moans coming from the second floor of the inn
stirred Lennox with anger and lust. He didn’t know what to do about Em, and his
desire for her left him on edge. Lennox lifted the foamy beverage to his lips, drinking
off the frustration hanging in his gut.

“Hi, Zamuel.” A slow purr came from behind them, and it was
obvious the upstairs sex noise hadn’t only affected the males. Lennox and
Zamuel turned to meet the voice.

“You look beautiful this evening, Megara.” His brother-in-law
met the woman’s hungry expression.

“Good evening, Lennox. We don’t see you in here often.”

Lennox didn’t bother responding to the lustful, curious gaze
she’d pinned on him. He focused on his drink, pounding it down, and thought
about how badly he wished Emmerie looked upon his body with the same
admiration. He knew he was handsome, damn it, and yet for her, lovemaking
seemed a chore. Before they married, he’d thought her chaste, but now he
worried more and more about her depression and if he could ever shake her from
it.

A door shut upstairs and a local woman, whose name escaped
him, walked down the stairs with a blush to rival the redness of her hair.
Lennox set his mug on the bar and noted the jealous expression on Megara’s
face. And Zamuel…well, he just looked pissed.

“Kat, what are you doing here?” His brother-in-law’s words
slurred as he stood to address the woman making the walk of shame. She darted
out the door before he could stride toward her.

A second later, another form descended down the stairs. Lennox
looked to the long, leather-clad legs. Human looking hands buttoned up a plain
black shirt. He’d never seen a sex demon before, but the man making his way to
the bar looked normal.

“Water on ice, please.” The voice was cocky, and Lennox
wondered if the man realized how unwelcome his presence was. He set his focus
on the woman. “Hello there, gorgeous.”

Megara turned away from Lennox and Zamuel to smile at the
cause of the screams they’d heard. “Hi, I’m Megara.”

Zamuel stood in a rush, knocking over his chair and stealing
Lennox’s dagger from its sheath in one swift move. “You’re not welcome here,
demon.”

“Strange.” The newcomer became a flash of speed and stole
the blade from Zamuel. He unleashed a grin of stark, white teeth. “I’ve felt
quite welcomed until just now.”

Zamuel didn’t miss a beat and punched the cocky ass in the
face. The sex demon immediately sprang toward Zamuel, but Lennox had his long
sword pointed on the stranger in an instant.

“A good blacksmith always carries more than one blade,”
Lennox warned. “Now, be off.”

He was met with a yellow-eyed glare, but sex demon or not,
Lennox didn’t like the man messing with his brother-in-law.

“All right then.” The male laughed and turned toward the
door, but Lennox prodded him with the sword.

“I’ll have my dagger back.”

It flipped through the air and Lennox caught it with his
free hand. The sex demon departed through a watchful crowd, but turned and
winked at the woman beside Zamuel. “If you’re left unsatisfied, gorgeous, you
know where to find me.” And then he was gone.

* * * *

Emmerie needed some air. Pulling on her heavy, white cloak,
she departed her small home that sat just on the edge of town. Lennox had most
certainly walked the ten minutes it took to arrive at the meadhouse where her
brother relaxed in the evening. She, on the other hand, was heading to the only
place where she could be depressed in peace, Hidden Lake.

The warm sun had already set for the day, and all that was
left was the dark purple glow of the moon-lit night escaping through the forest
canopy. The farther she walked from her home, the denser the trees became, and
she welcomed the creepy darkness of the woods. After all, that’s how she felt
most of the time. Dark.

Finally, the comfort of the calm lake water beckoned her
into the clearing. The light of the moon became a round lily pad on the lake,
matching many of the floating white lotus flowers. This was the only place
where she didn’t need to smile. She could embrace her true mood without causing
concern among her family and husband.

“Have I encountered a dryad or an angel?” an amused voice
whispered from beside her. She turned and tilted her hood back just enough to
look up at the tall stranger. His eyes were the color of fire burning against
the dark backdrop of the forest. The stranger from the village. Amusement
flickered in the stare he’d fixed upon her. She noticed his gaze trickle down
the folds of her cloak, seeking out what lie underneath.

“Well, I wasn’t born from a tree, so I’m not a dryad. And contrary
to popular belief, I’m not an angel.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Of course not!” Her shriek echoed across the clearing.
Never before had she been spoken to in such a manner. She contained her next
words in a chiding whisper. “How dare you speak to me in such a way?”

“I suppose you aren’t a dryad. You’re wearing far too many
clothes, and any creature trained by the goddess of the hunt would have kicked
my ass by now.”

Her cheeks flushed at the crass language.

“You blush at my profanity? So you are an angel then.”

She slapped him. Oh my God, she
slapped
him. For the
first time in her life, she’d taken a backseat to her frustrations and she’d
let them drive her hand right across the sex demon’s face. But when he turned
his eyes back to her, bringing his hand to his jaw, she noticed that the
amusement still hadn’t fled his gaze.

“People in this town are quite welcoming.”

She narrowed a glare at him. He was young and cocky and,
although she hated to admit it, he was handsome too. In the darkness of
evening, his amber eyes glowed all the more like fire. The dark, black hair
falling against his pale face made him look more primal than he had during the
day with young Riley. Emmerie took a step back, his presence making her feel
suddenly claustrophobic in the spacious clearing. His jaw was set, as if he were
someone to be reckoned with, yet the subtle smile on his lips hadn’t left since
the moment she’d laid eyes on him.

“If you’ve received anything less than a warm welcome,” she
lectured, “it’s because your sarcasm is unbecoming.”

“Among other things.” His constant smile left her unnerved.
She swore he was on the edge of laughter.

Emmerie turned to leave, but a strong grip found her
shoulder and spun her around. Determined lips crushed hers. She struggled, but
the stranger only brought her closer. His lips were soft, but he plundered her
mouth with his tongue as if he needed to taste every inch of her. In only
seconds, she was convinced that her mouth carried the sweetest taste on earth.
Like a traitor, her body sank against his and Emmerie welcomed his tongue with
her own.

When a moan escaped her, reality slapped her in the face.
What’s
gotten into me?
She jerked out of his arms and fell against the ground. Her
hood fell back and her long hair spilled onto the leaves beneath her. The
stranger knelt before her, but didn’t help her up.

“You’re too beautiful to be an angel. You were crafted by
the gods to be with a sinner. Luckily, you’ve found me.” Again with the damned
smile.

“Actually, I was crafted by
God
, to be with a
gentleman. And guess what, I’m married to one, so don’t ever put your hands on
me again.”

“You didn’t act married a moment ago.”

Emmerie saw red, shot up from the ground, and threw her hand
toward his cheek once more. The stranger was fast and caught her wrist. The
sleeve of her cloak slid down and revealed the ring on her finger. He stared at
it, his fiery gaze still ever-amused.

“What a pretty steel ring. Elegantly crafted.”

Em thought she spied recognition flash in his amber stare.
“Yes, made by my husband, an expert blacksmith. He hasn’t left me without
gifts.” With her free hand, she whipped out a ruby encrusted dagger and pointed
it at the stranger. “Now, leave me in peace.”

“I’ll leave, sugar, but you were never in peace. And I have
a feeling that after I leave, you’re going to be even more frustrated than
before.”

He pushed the blade aside and assaulted her mouth once more.
Heat came off his body in waves, and Em no longer needed her cloak for warmth.
This time, his lips slowly navigated hers, taking the time to fully explore her
in a kiss that never seemed to end. Emmerie’s mind calmed; the dark stranger
left her no choice but to have her mouth plundered in a slow, erotic fashion.
For once, she wasn’t being treated like a fragile doll. She wasn’t breakable in
the arms of this stranger and so she let herself fall into his embrace.

Then shame overwhelmed her. “Lennox.”

“Actually, it’s Reza.” He took a step back. “You’ve fully
convinced me now that you’re angel.”

“I’m not an angel.” Her voice broke.

“Yes, you are. Because I know how badly you want me. And yet
you turn me away.”

His gaze burned into her, a smoldering hot brand, but he
turned and departed through the forest. Only then did Emmerie realize she was
shaking.

* * * *

Reza wasn’t about to leave a delicious young woman alone in
the forest. His intention was to linger in the shadows and follow her home to
ensure her safety. But the sensual wood nymph didn’t leave. No, the captivating
human removed her cloak and continued undressing. He knew he should look away,
but he couldn’t pry his eyes from the angel’s ethereal body.

She was even more beautiful than he’d realized the first
time he’d laid eyes on her in the village. Her long blonde hair spilled down,
effectively shielding the subtle curve of her breasts from his eyes. From the
woods behind her, Reza had a sinful view of her pert derriere. It took every
ounce of his self-control to remain undercover and not go to her, grab her by
the ass, and wipe that tormented look off her face.

And she did look tormented, but it wasn’t caused only by his
actions. Reza thought back to the encounter at the inn with the blacksmith. If
that man had hurt her, Reza would see that the steel-worker suffered equal
pain. An unaccustomed anger simmered beneath his skin. Maybe he just needed to
get laid again. It was true; a sex demon needed climax to survive. And his
latest encounter with the angel from the woods left him wanting.