The Siren Series 2 (5 page)

Which led to thoughts of fucking, in turn
leading his thoughts to come full circle to Ember.

However, he must gratify himself while he
suckled at the soft neck of the willing breeder.

“
Spread your legs, breeder,”
Con commanded through his sucking at her neck.

Cara did, and he brought his hand to her
thigh, slipping a finger inside her wetness and she groaned, trying
to fall away and he said, “No, you don't.” He jerked her harder
against him, plunging every finger he had inside her wetness except
his thumb, that he left against her engorged and slick nub of
pleasure. His large palm stabilized his hold at the small of her
back. With a final pull and stab he rammed his talon deeply inside
her willingness and Cara came hard, grinding against the nub that
he hardly ever utilized.

After all, it was for a female's pleasure.
Something he was accustomed to taking, not giving.

But as he pushed inside her, tapping the
entrance to her womb and her slick channel of flesh clenched
against his seeking hand in a milking grip of her ecstasy he gazed
down into her face. Cara's skin was heated with the flush of her
pleasure, her full lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut as she
shivered with his fingers buried in her wet pussy and moaned,
giving little gasping yelps as her body took over, rhythmically
squeezing his hand. Constantine had an alien emotion overtake him.
He enjoyed that he was responsible for her pleasure, rubbing his
thumb firmly against her swollen clit as she bucked and moaned. He
had caused this... this pleasure in this female. In this moment.
He. Constantine. It left him feeling empowered. It was a strange
sensation, but it increased his pleasure to give it.

Odd that her pleasure should give him
pleasure. And he had not needed pain to bring it.

Cara was a clever vixen and as he pulled
away from her neck, his epiphany freshly realized, she leaned
forward and sprung his cock free. It burst from his pants, and she
jerked upright, freeing his hand from her deep wetness, her orgasm
coating his fingertips as proof of her pleasure and in a smooth
bend and scoop of his rigid flesh, she sucked his cock into her
mouth and Con gasped.

Cara had taken control.

Further, goddess have
mercy,
he had allowed it.

She bobbed her head to the base of his tool.
Once, twice, and on the third stroke Con came from his toes,
flooding her mouth with his seed and she sucked it all down,
swallowing what he'd never allowed another female to give him.

He
was the commander of
his orgasms.
Constantine
was in
complete charge of his sexual fate and appetites.

But times were changing.

Ember had begun it.

She would be the finisher of him as
well.

Constantine had never truly tasted fear.

Now it lay on his tongue like bitter
poison.

For a female had marked him and he could not
rest until he had her again.

As the endorphins of his release flooded his
system, Constantine made the most important plan of his life:
retrieve Ember.

She had ruined him.

Ember had saved him.

Con said two words he normally did not use,
“Thank you.”

Lucia smiled. “You have learned some lessons
better than others, Exotic.”

Tarrin glowered at him and instructed, “No
offense, mixed-blood but I would just as soon not see you
again.”

“None taken,” Constantine replied casually, his
hands itching to spring talons. Tarrin's eyes shifted to his
partially clamped fists then back to his unflinching eyes.

He gave a small smile and added, “Do this one
thing,
Fac
- Exotic,” Tarrin conceded with a small head dip,
“make it right with the princess.”

“I cannot return her,” Constantine said, putting
his hands on his hips, legs spread and waiting to blur himself to
where he scented her.

Tarrin closed his eyes. “We will deal with the
politics. But know this, she must well and truly be rescued and
continue to live without abuse, regardless of your proclivities.”
Tarrin gave Con steady eyes and Constantine nodded his
understanding.

“My word means nothing but my emotion reigns
supreme,” Con replied truthfully. “I will not harm her.”

Unless it be consensual,
Con clarified
inside his mind. It was the first time he'd made a promise of that
kind to himself. It would be a challenge to keep it.

He turned but Lucia asked quickly, “What is
that?”

Con looked to his hip where his barbed chain lay
looped. “The Encourager,” he said and Tarrin's eyes met his.

“A very old tool,” Tarrin commented and Con
nodded.

“I have seen none like it,” Lucia said, looking
between the two.

“Let us hope you never do, for if you had, it
would make even the thickest tongue thin with speaking.”

“A device of torture?” Lucia guessed and Con
grinned. “Not as clever as yours, my Druid Exotic...”

Tarrin stepped forward and Con squared off with
the huge warrior, issuing a soft hiss.

“No,” Lucia said softly, but the vampires in
attendance heard her barely uttered negative perfectly.

“Ember waits,” Lucia reminded them both.

Con straightened, checking his weapon belt
carefully and finding it full, blurred to follow his wandering
breeder's trail.

He would discipline her severely for running
off.

And enjoy it.

Lucas buried his stiff cock in the writhing
breeder, her deeply tinted scarlet skin holding a light burning
vapor everywhere his gaze touched while his tail pounded the tight
and hot channel of her ass.

She screamed for mercy underneath him as he
shoved every inch of his cooking prick in her waiting hole, the
fire of her channel scorching his cock, jerking the pre-cum out of
him as he hissed at the agony of the burn.

That was the trouble with a full demon female,
their pussies were literally on fire. It was a slow burn while
thrusting inside them but the rut was constrained by the gradual
firing of the rod of his flesh, like a piston inside an engine that
ran hot after use, so was the case with the clamp of their molten
twats.

Lucas liked a chaser of pain and would take the
healing required afterward to spray his seed inside a female.

The female that lay underneath him was of the
rarest composition, and he hoped to impregnate her... as every
Demon male did.

But Lucas was the leader of the High Demons and
enjoyed first rites of breeding.

He bred every new demon female after their
maturation came full bloom. There was no hiding it. Tits and
hips... the regular signs of womanhood... or demonhood, as it were;
those signs by themselves were insufficient proof of readiness.

It was the low broil upon the skin, an
aphrodisiac to the Demon male that alerted them of a female of
readiness. That and the sexy tail the female demon sported. Exotic
and short, no two females were alike, it was akin to the human
fingerprint.

He pulled his tail out of her ripe ass bud and
pushed it inside in a deep slide of heated flesh against hers as
she spread herself wide.

Lucas had conquered Alexandra. Her violet eyes
fluttered closed as both tools of the demon trade were buried to
the hilt and his cool seed washed her cavities, cooling the burning
between them in a perfect complement of hot and cold, fire and
ice.

Alexandra's skin was so dark a red it looked
like blood spilt in the darkest part of night, the pale lavender
eyes almond shaped and ringed by bright red lashes. Those fluttered
closed as she orgasmed around Lucas' cock and tail end.

He put his forehead against hers, his seed
giving a second course inside her pulsating channels. She moved to
wrap her legs around his hips, keeping him within her and he came
to his senses, jerking out his bits and she groaned with their
absence.

“Why must you exit me so quickly?” she asked in
that sultry purr the Demon females had, satiated inside and
out.

Master help him
, she was the only one
that could cause emotion of any kind to rise within his black
heart.

That was why his next words were meant to maim.
Lucas could not afford his leadership role within his cadre of
demons to be weakened because he had a favorite.

He slowly turned to her, almost closing his eyes
against her beauty as he gazed at it. He knew of his
perversion.

He wished to suckle on the ripe parts of this
female after she had been so used. Unfortunately, Lucas was the
only demon that knew the special secret he possessed: his tongue
and seed were the only cool things about him. So instead of causing
the habitual pain that Demon males preferred to portion out to the
females, he could incite healing and pleasure. He hated it. It was
not of Demon.

However, like Brolach, he had a little known
secret. Not even the Master was aware. Somehow, the blood was too
thin to catch his notice.

Alexandra gazed at him curiously, her beautiful
blood-red snatch spread before him and he watched as she played
with her heated folds, his light red seed glistening where he'd
used her.

It was a maddening and delicious display. It
also brought him to his senses. Lucas fought the urge to land on
where her hand played with herself and lave it with his cool
tongue.

She must not know. He already had the life of a
female breeder on his conscience because she had threatened him
with telling the Master what ran in his veins of red. No... no
being could ever know.

Especially Alexandra. She must remain ignorant
to his emotional signature, his secret blood.

So he did what he was good at.

“Close your whoring legs,” Lucas said and hurt
swept across her features as she took in his feigned disgusted
countenance and she scurried to stand up and hide the proof of
their coupling, using her hands as strategic coverings.

“I thought you enjoyed what we did...” she
began, those petal purple eyes shining.

“I have enjoyed ending your virginity, and
fucking you whenever I get the urge... like any alley cat.”

Alexandra flinched as if slapped.

He laughed hollowly. “You know what I am,
Alexandra. I am a High Demon. We do not love. We do not mate. How
could you be naïve enough to presume you...” he looked over her
naked loveliness with the deepest regret of his strict lifetime,
“with your stark,”
exotic and beautiful
, his mind inserted,
“looks,” he said with derision and continued, “would be enough for
me to release those ideals?”

Alexandra's shoulders fell and her lovely hair,
a color of rich red that was a few shades lighter than her skin,
fell forward like a curtain of shame to hide her face. The
beautiful violet of her eyes was shielded from the artifice of his
indifference that he so carefully wore for her benefit, her
ultimate protection.

“Go,” he commanded in a growling whisper. “I
will call the next time I choose to fuck you.”

Alexandra raised her face to glare at him. He
would have struck any other breeder who dared to look upon him with
that expression. But he could not bear to touch her in the violence
of his kind.

“I thought you cared for me,” she said,
searching the hard planes of his angular face. Lucas remembered
with a sharp pang that she had once said how gorgeous he was, his
pale red skin and deep brown eyes, hair that exactly matched that
skin, his coloring highly coveted by females. His build was
unusually large, even for a demon male. They were the strongest of
the supernaturals. Only another mixed-blood of just the perfect
balance of lineage would be a threat. Or another Demon, of
course.

Alexandra was utterly right, Lucas did care and
for that she must go.

“I care about burying my Demon meat inside your
hot holes, Alexandra,” Lucas told her as if he spoke of the
temperature on the earth's surface, rather than its molten
core.

She shuddered and turned to leave, putting on
her gown of pale violet. The panels were sheer across her ass,
pussy and breasts. Her nipples and sweet cleft were fully revealed
like delicate lines of fleshen heat he wished to find again.

With his hands.

His tail and cock.

His tongue of ice.

Lucas closed his eyes as she answered softly,
her deep red hand on the thick metal door, “They will fuck me now
that I'm out of favor with you. I have never been with another
male. Please... Lucas, do not let them.”

Alexandra's fear was shards of glass sinking
into his tender regard he had buried for her.

Lucas would never let another demon fuck her.
Yet, it would be a dead giveaway of his true feelings. He gave an
internal sigh.

“Do not worry, whore breeder. You are too ugly
by far for the others to wish to bury their dicks inside you.” He
watched her cast her eyes to the ground and felt that pang again
but this time with bite.

She walked quietly out of the room, closing it
softly and a low clank sounded behind her. The mild noise caused
Lucas to flinch and when he touched his face his hand came away
wet.

Alexandra would ruin him.

Unless he made it so he could not see or touch
her?

And no one else could as well.

Con blurred from some of the oldest trees in the
forest, their girth effectively maintaining the level of stealth he
enjoyed keeping. He was not one to become complacent.

Yet, he'd allowed Ember to slip away. Of course,
there had been a distraction in play.

He spun to a small grove of skeletal trees that
kept their colored leaves through sheer stubbornness, unwilling to
give in to winter.