To Summon a Demon (8 page)

That drew his attention. His gaze warmed at the motion of her fingers as she slid them into her body, angled just so he could see everything she was doing to herself.

“What--” He cleared his throat. “What are you doing?”

She slid her fingers in and out of her body, but wished he would come over to the bed and fill her instead. The awkward motion of her hand was a poor substitute for his massive cock.

She smiled, pouring every bit of sexiness she possessed into the taunting smirk. “Summoning a Demon.”

Gaap’s heart lightened at the playful expression on her face.

With each slow stroke of her hand, his cock swelled. The urge to slide back into her slick heat was tempting. Leraye, still cloaked in glamour, now lounged on the chair in the corner. He could see exactly what Gaap saw. He would not turn his gaze away.

Gaap knew his friend and battle leader well enough to realize that he wouldn’t stay invisible forever. They needed to question her. But for now, the night was pitch-black and he would steal this time. Leraye would just have to wait. And watch.

The fire began to light up the room with a comforting glow. Worry flickered through him as he realized he had just given her a powerful weapon against him, if she ever chose to use his hatred of the dark.

But as he probed her thoughts, he sensed no betrayal. Everything in her was focused on pleasure.

He had kept their intercourse to very traditional positions so not to tax her in her weakened state.

But as he watched her pleasure herself, he thought he’d take her the way she’d imagined him taking her on the beach.

“How are you feeling?” He stood abruptly.

“I could be better.” She shifted again so her pussy was wide open to his gaze. She glistened with the juice of her body, her black curls slicked and the dewy petals of her sex plump and ready.

“I’ll bet you could.” He strode over to the bed. His cock bobbed with each determined step until he towered over her. His knees touched the side of the mattress and he fisted his cock. “Untie yourself.”

Her gaze shifted to his hand and glazed over as he palmed himself. She licked her lips and inhaled softly. The movement lifted her breasts, which drew his gaze to the taut rose nipples and the puckered areola.

Gods, she was so ready for him, he could lean over and thrust and she’d take anything he had to give her.

She withdrew her fingers from her body and slowly untied her bonds. Gaap continued to pump his erection.

“Let me.” Her breath caught as a bead of cum dripped from the tip of his cock. “Just one little taste.”

This hadn’t been what he’d been thinking. “Persuade me.”

She licked her lips again. “Come closer.”

He leaned that last few inches in. His cock was directly in line with her lips.

“Oh,” she sighed. Her eyes drifted closed as she delicately licked the tip. Her mouth made a little moue and she kissed him, sucking lightly over his slit.

She slid her mouth further over the head until her lips met his fist and the sensual contact of her mouth tantalized him.

She popped her lips off his cock. “Put your hands above your head. And hold onto the canopy.”

Gaap gripped the wood rail above his head just as her fingers cupped his balls and her mouth closed over him again. This time she slid his cock all the way into her mouth, until the very head of him touched the back of her throat. When she swallowed, her throat tightened over him.

“Gods,” he whispered as she worked her mouth up and down over him. Her tongue flicked and taunted him, as she gripped his cock with one hand and cupped his bollocks with the other. The rhythm gradually picked up pace but he was careful not to overwhelm her.

He swelled impossibly harder, larger, and a monster orgasm pulsed at the base of his spine.

He was about to explode,

Lili squeezed his buttocks and sucked his cock deep into her throat. Her teeth scraped over the circumference of his erection, her lips spread wide as she silently begged him to fuck her mouth harder.

Her breasts bounced with each push of his hips. She sucked everything in, hollowing out her cheeks and flattening her tongue against his cock, and clenched her throat.

Semen gushed out of him in hot intense bursts as stars exploded behind his eyelids. And Lili sucked and sucked and sucked until Gaap thought he would pass out from the pleasure.

She moaned softly.

The hum was a sensual delight on his softening cock. He popped the head from her mouth. The salty aroma of his cum scented the air. Lili smiled widely, her mouth slick and her lips love-reddened.

“Mmm.” She rubbed her cheek against the rough curly hair of his belly. He dropped his hands to cup her head and the silk of her hair slid through his fingers.

“On your stomach. Now,” he commanded. Her time to play was over.

She rolled over, her hair draped provocatively across her shoulders. Without his direction, she pushed up onto her hands and knees. “Very good,” he purred and dropped to the mattress to kneel behind her.

The round, pale globes of her ass beckoned. With his fingers he spread her wide and stared into the glistening pink lips surrounded by her midnight curls. Her sex was wet and wanting. His blowjob had clearly aroused her.

The deep mystery of a woman’s body had been denied to him for thousands of years. He never got tired of exploring their sweet aroma, exploring their curves with little touches and hot licks that drove them wild.

He extended his tongue, ever thankful for the mutation that allowed him to elongate and curl the muscle, and flicked her clitoris with little fluttering touches.

Her toes curled against the rumpled sheets of the bed. He flattened his tongue and in long rough licks ate her up.

Placing his lips over her flushed plumped sex he sucked. Hard.

With every slurp, his cock stiffened into iron, ready and able to pound into her. Lili whimpered and pushed back against his mouth, her thrusts becoming more and more urgent.

He laughed softly, and let the vibrations linger against her pussy before he pulled away. The sound of her frustration was a welcome ego boost.

Gaap surged to his feet and drove into her. The head of his cock was enveloped by her sex, and he pounded against her pussy until his balls slapped hard against her clit.

Gaap gripped her hips and then slid one hand around to play between her curls. Sweat trickled down his back, as her body clamped on him, hard.

She was close to her completion.

All the blood in his body centered in his cock. Gaap pressed lightly on her clit and she screamed, her muscles bearing down on him so hard he saw stars.

The orgasm started in his toes, tingled through his legs and poured out the base of his spine. Cum jetted into her body with hard spurts as he continued to ram into her, wringing every drop of pleasure out of them both.

Until they were both limp and panting.

He stood in the flickering light, his body sated but his mind working. The soft skin of her thighs brushed against his, her ass snug against him, his balls tight against her clit. The sense of well being and peace settled over him at her contented sigh.

He’d like to keep her. The wish made him light-headed. He wanted to keep her.

They collapsed onto the bed. Gaap rolled to the side and pulled her with him. He cupped her breast in his hand and pretended he wasn’t trying to hold onto perfection.

“See.” The rasp of her voice skittered over his nerve endings as his cock stuttered to life once more.

"See what?" He hummed low in his throat as she shot him a lazy satisfied gaze. Lustful.

“Summon a Demon...and he will come.”

Lili stretched out beside him, her purpose lost in a sexual haze.

“Gods, I haven’t.” In years. Since Brian. Sadness fogged her brain for a moment. How could she have forgotten Brian? She’d been so sad and angry since he’d been gone. But in the last few days she’d been cavorting with a Demon, and he had reawakened the sensual nature that she’d suppressed.

Early dawn sunlight bled into the room from the semi-sheer curtains and filled her cottage with soft illumination. Their time together would soon be at an end.

He’d tensed in the last few moments as her sad memories flooded back in.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s been a long time since I was intimate.”

“Why?” he asked bluntly. “You are clearly a sexual being.”

Gods, she
was
sexual. And she’d denied that part of herself for far too long. “After the Earthquake and the collapse of everything I’d known.” She thought of her mother, father and younger sister, all dead in an instant. Brian had died later. “After my family perished, I was just trying to survive.”

“How did you?”

“I was lucky,” she said softly. “I had learned to sew when I was a kid. And I’d kept up the practice, so that when everything imploded, I had a skill.”

Her gaze meandered to the foot-pedal-controlled sewing machine in the corner, and she thanked the Gods that her mother had been sentimental about her grandmother’s old manual machine.

What would Lili have done otherwise?

Survived.

That was what she did.

Lili was oddly content to lie in the Demon’s arms. She trailed her fingers over the dusting of hair on his chest, traced the strong lines of his collarbone, and brushed over the sleek muscles of his shoulders. She had forgotten how lovely it was just to be with a man. To curl into the warmth of his body and the shelter of his embrace, and just be.

“And you lost a love,” he said shrewdly.

“Yes.” She sighed softly thinking of Brian and how much she’d loved him. How much she

missed him still. “I did. Which is why I want revenge on the Fae.”

Gaap frowned.

“Wait. That’s not right.” Confusion scrambled in her brain, as she tried to re-order the last few days. “No. I want revenge on the Fae because of the attack.”

The attack that was difficult for her to remember.

As she tried to recall the attack by the Fae, a sharp and insistent pain stabbed through her left eye.

“What’s wrong?” He placed a hand over her forehead.

“Headache.” The same headache she had every time she tried to remember more about the

attack.

“You lost a great deal of blood.” Gaap studied the pain in her gaze. “Perhaps this has addled your mind.”

But he’d eased away from her.

And suddenly the nakedness that moments ago had been sweet and sensual seemed more like dangerous exposure.

“Me?” She blinked. “No. I wasn’t injured.” All she could remember was sewing up his gash.

“Yes. You were." He flicked a finger over the gauze around her wrist.

She stared at the wrapping and flexed her wrist to test for any kind of damage but it seemed fine.

“What happened?”

“I believe we need to find out.” Gaap rose from the bed and drew on his breeches. There was a certain distance in his eyes, the gold and hazel taking on a suspicious glint. Looking around the tiny cabin, she knew a moment’s embarrassment. Her humble cabin was not the type of

surroundings he was accustomed to.

“Get dressed.” His voice was clipped. No longer the gentle, sensual lover of a few moments ago, but the ruthless Prince he was purported to be. He stared hard into the shadowed corner near the old stove. “We’re going to have company soon.”

Lili swallowed, pushing down her sudden uneasiness. She didn’t have anything to hide. She’d been completely honest with him. She hastily pulled a dress over her head and wished she could rewind her clock just a few minutes and savor the intimacy between the two of them.

Her body was sticky with the combination of his seed and her juices. The musky scent of the two of them intertwined and permeated her senses.

A soft smile spread through her.

Whatever happened she would have this past night of ecstasy to keep her warm and happy for the next few years.

A knock sounded at the door and before Lili could answer, the heavy, locked door swung open.

Locked door
.

Two very large Demons entered her cottage.

A blond Demon moved with a lazy sensuality. His hips canted forward, the bulge in his breeches discreet as he sauntered toward them. The Demon exuded sexuality. As he paused at the foot of the bed, his frank and knowing gaze took in the tangled strands of her hair, the loose wrap of her dress and Gaap's bare chest. The rumpled covers and the scent of sex made it obvious what they had been doing.

The other one was equally large. His skin was swarthy, his head shaved bald, but a shadow of a beard dusted a strong jaw and cruel mouth. “I take it you’re recovered.” He assessed her, then Gaap, then for some odd reason, he stared at the chair over by the stove, before he sat down at her table and frowned at them both.

Lili sensed his disapproval. And that pissed her off.

What did it matter if Gaap had sex with her? Demons had sex. All the time, supposedly.

About to give him a piece of her mind, she cocked her hands on her hips, when Gaap interrupted to introduce them. “Leraye, my security officer,” he nodded toward the dark Demon. “And Zepar.” Gaap jerked his chin toward the blonde.

Lili wondered what Zepar’s role might be. Before she could ask, Gaap spoke again.

“She has the mark of the sun on her wrist.”

Zepar, the blonde, raised an eyebrow. The dark one held preternaturally still.

The mark of what? “Excuse me?”

“You didn’t think to mention this last night?” Leraye’s pose was deceptively lazy as he plucked an apple from the wood bowl on her tiny kitchen table and pulled out a small but deadly knife.

“I didn’t put it together until just a minute ago.”

“What the hell is the mark of the sun?” she asked.

“Fae mark.”

“Well that would make sense, since they attacked me,” she snarled.

“We should just kill her.” Leraye peeled the apple skin into one long curl. “There is no downside to her death. And if she is a trap, the Fae will be in the dark.”

His handsome face was set in hard lines and his eyes glittered with menace.