Claiming of a Sex Demon (3 page)

Reza watched her walk to the lake’s edge and step into the
night water. It would be cold. Very cold. She wouldn’t be hot-blooded like his
own kind, and Reza knew she could catch sickness. He moved toward the water,
but halted in his tracks when he spied a smile on her face. Every other
beautiful thing in the world turned dark and ugly, for nothing could rival the
earth-shattering serenity of this woman’s smile. He watched her hands slither
out to fondle the water and let it sift between her fingertips. Gods, he wanted
his skin to be that water. But this woman didn’t hunger for sex. No, she hungered
for freedom. Soon, he’d give her both. Soon.

The next morning, Reza finished his breakfast at the inn and
stepped out in the bright morning rays. That’s one thing he loved about this
region, the sun. Back in his hometown of Sprecia, the days were long and
dreary, which was his cause for travel. Well, that and seeking out a life
companion. Being dependent on sex in a small town got uncomfortable after a
while. And sex demons weren’t immortal; the older they got, the more difficult
it became to find sexual partners. He’d seen his own kind wither and die many
times before because they hadn’t found proper release.

So now he searched for a succubus, a female sex demon, who
could meet his raw sexual appetite and commit to him for a lifetime. So far,
sex demons had been few and far between during his travels. The ones he did
find were obvious flight risks and narcissistic snobs. His sister and his childhood
friend back home had set the standard high for his idea of what a woman should
be. The only woman that had held a candle since he’d left home, the angel from
the lake, was already taken.

Out of nowhere, a body collided with his own, slamming him
against a wall in a shallow alley. “Hey there, remember me?”

Reza took in the sight of the attractive human female from
the bar. “Megara, was it?”

“Good memory.” She leaned in and whispered against his ear,
letting her bottom lip kiss his skin as she spoke. “I’m impressed.” He hardened
instantly. “So, is it true that you’re a sex demon?”

“Look, normally I don’t mind being used to scratch an itch.
But at the moment, I’m not in the mood.” Total lie. He was always in the mood.
But he couldn’t get the woman with the angelic blue eyes out of his head.

“Liar.” The woman tackled him to the ground, covering his
body with her own. She arched against him and thrust her tongue into his mouth.
Her teeth caught his bottom lip and he groaned with need. A commotion brought
them to an abrupt halt.

“Oh, sorry. Hi, Meg.” The angel from the woods blushed, but
her face was somber, emotionless as her gaze met his.

“It’s not what it looks like.” His own apologetic tone staggered
him.

“What are you talking about?” Megara’s offended voice
gritted through clenched teeth.

Reza didn’t spare her a glance, focusing on the surprise
taking over the angel’s expression.

“And Em, why do you care what it looks like?” Megara asked.

“I don’t. This guy’s a looney.”

“Em?” Reza focused on the blonde-haired sweet who’d
plastered on a don’t-worry-about-me smile.

“I’ll let you two get back to your business.”

The young woman called Em darted away. Reza moved to get up,
but Megara didn’t budge from on top of him. “Get off me.”

Hurt crossed over her expression, but he didn’t care at the
moment. His balls hurt much more than her feelings right now. But he only
craved one woman. Em intrigued him. He had to find out if she was the one. Even
if she was forbidden…

* * * *

After Emmerie’s devoted husband had made her breakfast,
Lennox traveled to a distant village to sell his beautiful blades. He wanted to
give her everything, he’d said. And so Lennox went to a nearby city with hopes
to bring back more money. He’d be gone a week.

The first thing she did was go into town to buy some mulled
wine. Every time Lennox went away, this was her dirty secret. She knew a lady
shouldn’t drink, but it was the only thing that blurred the lines of her
haunting depression. She had no reason to be sad, but the truth was, she
couldn’t help it and she had no idea why. And then on her way through town
she’d seen the stranger from the woods. It was barely mid-morning and the
handsome, albeit frustrating, stranger already had a woman in his lap. In the
middle of an alley no less.

When she’d seen them, Emmerie had been slammed by two
emotions—disappointment and lust. The night before, he’d kissed her as if she were
the only woman in the world. And truthfully, she’d tossed and turned all night
in a hot sweat imagining the stranger taking her body in the woods. Catching
him in the alley made her feel like just another pawn in his quest for pleasure.
The heat that flooded the area between her legs had no problem being a pawn.

She’d hurried home, but not before grabbing her wine. Now,
she smiled as she uncorked it. Ah, sweet silence. No expectations. Just time.
She felt guilty for not being sadder that her husband was gone, but that’s what
the wine was for. She was tired of feeling guilty. Guilty of not meeting her
husband’s needs in bed. Guilty for seeming sad all the time. Guilty for wanting
wine.
Just let the guilt fade away.

Emmerie put the bottle to her lips and drank heavily. The
scent of cinnamon and cardamom infiltrated her senses as she drank the warm
berry wine. It was spicy and left her feeling exotic in her own skin. The same
way she’d felt ever since the stranger from the woods laid eyes on her, looking
past the folds of her cloak, seeking out what lie beneath. No one had ever looked
at her like that. Not even her husband. Everyone looked at her as if she were
breakable. But there was a fire in her. And luckily, it surfaced after a few
good gulps of wine.

Thinking of the handsome stranger from the night before
caused heat to flood her body. Lennox’s sweet looks rarely produced a flicker
within her. Even though he was muscular, his face was gentle, his blue eyes
kind and patient. His dark blond hair made him look almost like family. But the
stranger… His hair was dark and his eyes otherworldly. No one in town had eyes
like that. And his face. The demon’s jaw was strong and the planes of his face
were sharp enough to cut ice. The severity of his movements had frightened her,
yet his presence was lightness. His body had been hard against hers. His hands
had gripped her with expert need. His tongue had stroked hers…

She wanted to touch herself, but the thought caused her to
blush. She looked around the kitchen for something to use to caress her own
tender flesh and seek out pleasure. She opened a drawer and grabbed a spoon.
That’ll
do.

Emmerie put the bottle of wine to her lips once more and
chugged deep, letting the liquid slide down her throat in a sensual fashion.
She giggled as the wine took effect. Running to her bedroom with the wine in
one hand and the spoon in the other, she threw herself onto the bed. Setting
the wine on the bedside table, Em slid the spoon under her panties and dipped
it low. The metal found her sensitive skin and she bit her lip against the
sensation. Slowly, she began rubbing the edge of the utensil against the tiny
hood hidden between her folds. She wasn’t wet, and the hard edge grated against
her like gentle erotic torture. She began to throb for the inanimate object
bringing her slow pleasure. The thing she loved most about the spoon? No
pressure.

* * * *

Reza nearly came all over his pants. After following Em
home, he’d watched her dance, smile, and even giggle. But if that hadn’t
already stirred him with lust, he’d watched her take a spoon into bed with her.
Now, he let himself in through an open window and made his way to the bedroom,
because obviously, the blacksmith wasn’t home. He walked into the room as silently
as possible and watched. She was fully clothed, and yet she writhed against her
bed as the spoon slid in and out of the top of her underwear. Gods. She was
innocent, and yet sinfully tantalizing. She had no idea how mouthwatering she
was. But she was about to find out.

“You know what feels even better than a spoon?”

Her surprise caused the poor instrument to be flung across
the room. It hit the wall with a thud and Reza approached the bed where she
laid. Her horrified look made him chuckle. Luckily, she didn’t move from where
she lie on the soft comforter. Instead, she froze.

“A tongue.” Reza sat on the bed by her feet and pushed the
hem of her dress up higher. Her plain cotton panties became exposed and Reza
heard her breath catch. Her big blue eyes focused on him. He fingered the
fabric of her panties and tugged gently. “May I?”

A storm of desire passed through her sapphire gaze,
shimmering into a sensual shade of gray. He was going to take that as a yes.
Reza gripped the white cotton and pushed it to the side, revealing soft blonde
curls. They glistened with moisture, and Reza practically salivated at the
sight. His cock became so hard against his pants that he thought it would
explode through the fabric.
And now to taste her.
Reza nuzzled her core
and inhaled the scent of honey. He licked out with his tongue and was awarded
with a loud cry. He tasted her with renewed intensity, letting her sweet honey
be soaked up by his tongue. She was delicious. Her moans became music to his
ears until he was sure there was no other sound he’d rather hear for the rest
of his life.

She squeezed her thighs shut, capturing his head between the
force of her legs. He smiled and pried her legs back apart. “I don’t know if
you’ve heard, but I’m a sex demon, and we don’t give up so easily.”

Em moaned as if his words had set her body on fire. She
writhed against his tongue like she’d been waiting for his touch for years. His
hands massaged her thighs. Reza knew this would help relax her into climax as
his tongue worked her sweet bud. The view from between her legs was
spectacular. Her dress was bunched up around her stomach, but Em’s hands had
nervously gone to her chest and were squeezing her breasts as if it were the
only thing she could do to contain her sanity.

As he lapped at her tender folds, he wondered how long he’d
be able to control his own sanity. The angel moaning before him was enough to
render him a madman. A madman who’d found treasure. Reza covered her core with
his mouth, humming against her skin. She immediately came against his lips, and
he trembled as he savored the taste of her. Gods help the person who tried to
keep him from his treasure.

As the warmth of sunlight reached out to caress Emmerie’s
cheeks, she stirred, waking in a cozy nest of blankets. Sitting up in bed,
daylight welcomed her as a new woman.
What a great dream.
A pain in her
cheeks made Emmerie realize she had a giant smile plastered on her face. Ever
since she’d met Reza, the stranger from the woods, she’d either been too pissed
or too pleasure-driven to be depressed. As a matter of fact, the sensation to
go skipping through the woods shot through her, and Emmerie giggled with a
lightness that had long escaped her. Leaping out of bed, she tripped over her
feet. The sight of the spoon lying on the ground sent shockwaves through her
body. Fear stilled the blood in her veins.
Please, please, please…
Emmerie
silently begged for the scenario to be just a dream. But the spoon spoke
otherwise.

A knock sounded on her front door.
Oh God.
She took
tiny steps through the house to the front door. Lennox wouldn’t be back for a
week’s time. The sinking feeling that reality waited on the other side caused
her to waver on her feet. A sledgehammer of a hangover hit her over the head as
she arrived at the door. Her hand rested on the doorknob when another gentle
knock caused the door to vibrate under her grip. Flipping the lock, she turned
the handle, her stomach twisting into painful knots as the door opened under
the force of her sweaty palm.

“Good morning, sweet. I brought you a gift.”

In the daylight, Reza’s eyes were calm amber gemstones, but
his dark hair still jutted against his pale skin, making him seem as dark, and
forbidden as ever. His arms were long ropes of muscle bringing forward a picnic
basket full of food, drink, and a present wrapped in bright blue paper.

“Reminded me of your eyes.” He smiled from her doorstep and
her knees nearly gave out. “You should have told me that Kat woman owned the
gift shop here. She was quite riled upon my purchase of the paper.”

Gift.
The only gift she wanted right now was a basket
to puke in. Reza stepped forward, but she was too stunned to move away from her
death grip on the door frame. She was sure if she let go, she’d collapse.

His voice was low and sensual, but his eyes smiled with
compassion as they drilled into hers. “You didn’t seem to hold your drink well
last night, so I brought some picnic items that might help you feel better.”
His hand covered hers on the door frame and only a feather could’ve fit between
their bodies. She tilted her head to look up at him. “May I come in? I think I
should come in. I promise, no frisky business. Why don’t you change and we’ll
take a walk to the lake at the clearing.”

Em slowly backed away, nodding to herself. His words became
a mantra.
No frisky business. No frisky business.
Tell that to her lady
parts which had turned to liquid flame as soon as he smiled at her.

She returned to her room, slowly pulling on a long, baby
blue dress. It was the first thing she found and took zero effort to put on, a
must since her fingers were trembling. When she returned to the front door, she
found Reza had only taken one step inside.

“You look stunning.” He held a crooked arm out for her, but
the last thing she wanted to do was feel his curved bicep against her skin.
When she didn’t embrace his gesture, he reached into the picnic basket and
pulled out a soft loaf of bread and tore off a small piece for her. He chuckled.
“This is baked in my home village. I swear it cures the worst hangovers.”