Seduced by a Demon King

by Heaton, Felicity

  She licked her lips, gripped his right thigh in her left hand, and shuddered in time with him as she stroked her tongue up the length of him. Velvet on steel, heat that met her tongue and had another thrill sweeping through her, a flicker of energy that lit her up inside. She groaned and swirled her tongue around the blunt dark head, shivered as she tasted his saltiness, and worked her hand on him as she licked, wringing another drop from him.

  “Gods… Suki.” He swallowed hard, every inch of him flexing as he gripped the rock beside his hips, his claws scraping over the stone as they emerged.

  She moaned and took him into her mouth, heat and life buzzing through her as she suckled him, teasing him with her tongue and her teeth before taking him deeper. He groaned as he slid into her mouth, inch after inch, his thigh trembling beneath her hand, and she didn’t stop him from rocking into her as she began to move, sucking as she worked up his cock and pressing her tongue into the ridge of his shaft on the way down.

  He grunted and thrust into her mouth, muttered things in the demon tongue as she licked him, swirled her tongue and sucked harder as she tightened her grip on the base of his cock. He growled, barked something at her she presumed was a demand to keep going. His left foot planted against the rock, his leg bending at the knee as he tried to gain leverage.

  She held him firm, only letting him thrust so far, keeping him skirting the edge of insanity as she soaked up his pleasure, savoured the energy pouring through her now as he reached for his release.

  Her head grew hazy, his bliss a drug that had her dizzy and aching for more, desperate to wring it from him before she let him climax. She lapped at him, teasing him with light caresses, her tongue fluttering around the broad head of his cock, tasting him as he spilled another drop of seed.

  He growled as he tried to rock his hips and she pressed down on them, gripped his shaft tighter so he couldn’t spill as he wanted. When he settled again, she rewarded him and herself at the same time, taking him back into her mouth and sucking him again as she eased the pressure of her grip.

  He shuddered and moaned, his energy rolling through her as he writhed, seeking that one lick or swirl that would send him over the edge.

  She loosened her hold on him and he worked his hips, bucking into her mouth each time she withdrew. He needed more. It flowed through her with his energy, awareness of him imprinted on her as she sucked him, savouring his taste. She lowered her left hand to his balls. He jerked up into her mouth as she rolled them, and barked out a moan as she dropped her hand lower, pressing fingers into the spot beneath them.

  His pleasure hit her hard, telling her that he liked that. She rubbed him there as she worked her hand on his shaft and sucked him harder, building him back up, sending him soaring again.

  He grunted and thrusted, free to move now both of her hands were occupied. She wasn’t going to deny him. His left hand shot to the top of her head and she shivered as he twisted his fingers in her hair, gathering it into his fist, and held her in place as he pumped his hips harder, faster, his breaths bursting from his lips as he began to tense beneath her, his cock growing thicker in her mouth.

  He was close.

  Deliciously close.

  She shoved him over the edge with a hard suck and a tug on his balls.

  He arched off the rock, bellowed her name and did something that had her head jerking up and a thrill striking like lightning in her veins.

  His wings exploded from his back, black leathery dragon like ones that were enormous.

  She stared up at him as he spilled in her mouth, his lips parted to reveal his fangs, his horns flaring and curling even further, and his wings spread wide.

  Gods, her demon was breathtaking.

  He worked his hips still, each buck weaker than the last as he throbbed inside her, his body slowly relaxing as his climax ebbed.

  He sank against the rock and she released him.

  Ached for more.

  The urge to climb up his body, will him back to hardness with her hand, and ride him was powerful, had her rising to her feet in front of him.

  Cold swept through her.

  Tegan’s chest heaved as he panted, sweat covering it and his brow as he trembled and shook. His dull eyes struggled to hold hers, a dazed edge to them that terrified her.

  She had taken too much from him.

  Suki leaned over him, her hand flying to his right cheek. He was cold beneath her palm.

  His hand shot to the back of her neck and she gasped as he twisted with her and pinned her beneath him, pressing her spine hard into the rock. His claws dug into her nape as he kissed her, claiming her mouth with a ferocity that lit a fire inside her, had her shock subsiding as pleasure rolled through her. It was intense. Erotic.

  She lost herself in the kiss for a heartbeat, until the heat rolling through her became an icy chill that had her pulse spiking, prickles chasing over her skin as she grew aware of something.

  She was weakening.

  He was stealing her energy somehow.

  Full-blown panic crashed over her and she focused to teleport.

  Nothing happened.

  She tried again, fear flooding her as that attempt failed too. She couldn’t teleport. Why? Tegan’s grip on her nape tightened, becoming painful as he kissed her harder, a growl rumbling in his chest as he dominated her, keeping her pinned beneath him. Her eyes widened.

  Terror flared inside her.

  He was stopping her from teleporting.

  He was taking her energy.

  She shoved against his chest and lashed out with her legs, but he wouldn’t budge. He snarled and kissed her harder, draining more of her energy.

  “Stop!” She battered his chest and shoulders, fear gripping her as her head grew light and the world wobbled around her.

  She put all her strength into one last attempt to break free, pushing against his right shoulder only, and scrambled away from him when she managed to tilt him off balance and he lost his grip on her.

  She backed away from him as he twisted towards her, his eyes glowing violet, wings huge as they flared from his back.

  Warmth trickled down her nape.

  She pressed her hand to it.

  Tegan abruptly changed, the darkness and hunger in his expression washing away. His eyes widened and he lifted his hand before him, a stricken look on his face as he stared at the blood on his claws.

  “Suki… I am sorry.” He swallowed, his brow furrowed as he lifted his head and looked at her, fear and anguish in his eyes.

  She teleported.

  Landed in her small room and sank to her knees, terror still gripping her as her mind spun, thoughts blurring.

  Not only could Tegan feed her energy, but he could take it too, and he could keep her from teleporting, anchoring her to the world in a way that normally required spells or charms.

  Her hands shook as she planted them against her knees and stared at the dark wine-red covers on her bed.

  What did it mean?

  She twisted and sank to her backside on the Persian rug, and hugged her knees to her chest.

  It meant she needed to know more about shadowed males, and she needed to find it out fast, because she was way out of her depth, and even though she feared the things he could do to her, she knew it was only a matter of time before the ache to see him again became too strong to deny.

  When she saw him again, it would be armed with knowledge of his kind, no matter what she had to do to get it.

  The voices of her sisters passing in the hall had her revising that.

  She would do whatever it took other than asking her sisters. If she asked them, they would bring up the fact she should have been listening in all of their classes and would make her feel wretched about herself just when she had started feeling good again.

  Because of Tegan.

  She pushed to her feet, dusted herself off and pulled her shit together. Moping wasn’t going to get her anywhere, and resisting the attraction and pull she felt towards Tegan wasn
’t an option either because she was tired of denying herself the things that made her feel good about herself.

  Right now, she was shaken, but it would pass, and then she was going to want to see him again. It had been good until she had pushed him too far. She wasn’t sure why he had changed so dramatically, but there had been genuine regret in his eyes when she had faced him and he had grown aware of what he had done.

  She believed that he was sorry.

  He had lost control when she had been sure she would be the one to do that. He could feed off her, could give her energy, and that meant he had a connection to her. A power possessed by all shadowed males? What if that connection had caused his reaction? Maybe he had sensed how close she was to losing control and it had pushed him over the edge instead.

  She clung to that, her mind working at a million miles per hour as she tried to unravel the answers.

  The truth about shadowed males.

  To discover that, she was going to have to take a leaf out of Tegan’s book.

  She stormed towards the door, a succubus on a mission.

  Her destination?

  A place she had never set foot in before.

  The clan library.

  For the first time in possibly forever, she was going to read.

  Gods help her.

  CHAPTER 17

  Tegan growled low as he kissed Suki, tasting the mead he had drunk from the tankards scattered around his study, brew that hadn’t been enough to drown his sorrows, only enough to send him to sleep in his armchair.

  He had woken in this dream, clutching her bare curves to his chest as the fire to his left crackled and popped, warming the pale furs beneath their knees.

  His succubus purred in his arms and deepened the kiss, as wild for him as she had been on the beach. His cock stiffened, painfully hard at the memory of her mouth on it, how warm and wet she had been around him. He grunted and rubbed against her belly, shuddering as bliss rolled down the length of his shaft to tighten his balls.

  Her fingers skimmed down his sides, feathering over his muscles as she moaned, as if the feel of his body gave her the ultimate delight. He drew a deep breath and growled as he smelled her arousal, the need he could feel simmering inside her through the connection that bloomed between them as their mouths fused. She rocked her body against his, her kiss growing desperate, as hungry as it had been earlier.

  He swept his palms down her spine, drinking her moan as she trembled in his arms and pressed closer to him. He covered the peachy globes of her bottom with both hands and gripped it, held her to him as he kissed her, taking command. She melted into him, mewled into his mouth and rose up on her knees, bringing her body up his so he was closer to where he ached to be.

  Where his female needed him.

  She didn’t resist as he spun her away from him, leaned back when he gathered her to him so her spine was against his front, relaxing into him. He feathered kisses over her shoulder, careful to avoid hurting her with his horns as he skimmed his hands up her slender thighs. She spread them and he groaned as he dipped his fingers inwards, felt her damp heat against them, luring him higher.

  She shook in his arms as he gently stroked the length of her, teasing her plush petals open, and wriggled, spreading her legs as she seated herself on his thighs. He groaned and lightly bit her shoulder with blunt teeth as he slipped his fingers in, felt how hot and wet she was for him, how much she needed him.

  On a low growl, he lifted her from his lap, gripped his cock and guided her back. A shudder wracked him as the head filled her and she eased back on him, slowly taking him into her. Her core gripped him hard, threatening to wring a climax from him before he was ready. He claimed her hips and tore a moan from her as he plunged deep and hard, seating himself to the root, unable to take her torturing him.

  He gripped her hips and pumped her hard and fast, rocking her forwards each time he filled her from behind, her moans filling the air as she trembled against him. The urge to bite her and hold her to him flooded him, had his fangs lengthening as he took her, the pleasure that rolled through him clashing with hers as it filled him, driving him on. He grunted and clutched her shoulder, pinning her to him as he thrust faster, ripping cry after cry from her sweet lips as she arched away from him. He sank deeper, growled and couldn’t stop himself from driving deeper still, giving her every inch of him.

  Her need seized hold of him, had his primal instincts firing, control slipping from his grasp as he gripped her and thrust harder, faster, his breaths sawing from him and sweat rolling down his spine as he pushed her higher and higher. She rocked and rotated her hips, bucked and pushed him on, demanding more that he gave to her, until the room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure as their bodies met and parted.

  She bowed forwards, a hoarse cry fleeing her lips as she quivered around his cock, pulsing and gripping it, pulling him over the edge with her. He snarled and roared, arched backwards to drive as deep as she could take him as pleasure blasted through him, his seed exploding from him in waves that rocked him, had him breathless and frozen, his entire body locking up as release took him.

  His fangs ached, the need to press them into her flesh and mark her rising to the fore as he marked her trembling core with his seed.

  He stared at the back of her neck, at the smooth column of her bared throat, and sank back onto the furs, bringing her with him. Instead of biting her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, feeling her breathing as her body continued to spasm, sensing her satisfaction and bliss as it swept through the growing connection between them.

  He closed his eyes and loosed his breath, sinking deeper into the furs.

  When he opened them again, the canopy of his bed greeted him.

  Tegan stretched and groaned, a glimmer of the pleasure he had felt in his dream rolling through him, deep satisfaction that had him boneless on the four-poster bed.

  He stared at the swaths of material, not seeing them as he recalled elements of the dream, ones that matched up with what he had experienced in the real world with Suki.

  Signs that she was his fated one.

  The one he had been born to love and cherish.

  The one he had been made for.

  His forever.

  He let his head fall to his left and looked at the phone resting on the furs beside his latest book and a discarded tankard.

  His hand felt heavy as he reached for it, his heart a weight in his chest that pulled him down. He fingered the device, slowly dragging it within his reach, nerves rising as he thought about Suki, mingling with the anger that refused to abate.

  Rage directed at himself.

  He grabbed the phone and lifted it, woke the screen with a tap of his thumb and stared.

  Stared.

  Fear gripped him, fiercer than anything he had ever felt on a battlefield. He breathed through it, his hand shaking as he worked his way into the contacts list. A list that held only one number.

  One name.

  Suki xoxo.

  He wasn’t sure whether Xoxo was her last name, or whether it had another meaning. He stared at her name, at her number, fighting another bout of nerves. She was angry with him and he deserved it. If she was still furious with him, he would take whatever harsh words she threw at him. He would let her strike him physically if it would make her feel better.

  He would do anything to make her believe he was sorry.

  He had lost control and he had hurt her, and he wanted to say it would never happen again, but the urges he felt when he was around her were only growing stronger and harder to deny.

  But he would do his best to contain them.

  For her.

  He swallowed his pride and recited his apology in his head, practicing to get it right. To make it perfect.

  He wasn’t sure whether calling her now, before she’d had a chance to calm down and forgive him, would make things worse or better, but he needed to hear her voice. He needed to apologise again.

  He needed
to know he hadn’t messed everything up.

  He pressed the button, hesitated, and then brought the phone to his ear, a growl rising up his throat when his horns got in the way.

  It rang.

  And rang.

  She wasn’t going to answer. He couldn’t blame her.

  His hope faded, heart sinking as he listened to it ringing. Had he lost her?

  “Yeah?” Her voice came over the line, sharp pants following her greeting.

  Why was his female out of breath?

  His mood took a dark turn as one answer came to him. “What are you doing?”

  He braced himself, expecting the worst, waiting for her to say she was with a male, one who wasn’t liable to hurt her or attempt to bite her against her will.

  “I don’t have time for pleasantries, Solid Twelve,” she snapped, and he didn’t miss that he had retained his rise in rank despite what he had done. “I’m in a spot of bother.”

  Bother?

  She was in trouble.

  His female was in trouble and he hadn’t known. He bolted upright, his horns curling further, almost knocking the phone from his grip as he tried to keep it pinned to his ear.

  “Where are you?” he barked. “What is happening?”

  “The fae town,” she breathed and then muttered a ripe curse as the sound of clay shattering filled his ears.

  Was it a raid? His blood chilled.

  He gripped the phone harder and the line crackled, distorting as the device began to succumb to the pressure. It was hard, but he eased his hold on it as he leaped from the bed and pulled his leathers on with one hand, fighting the damned things as he hopped around the room on one foot.

  “Wait there,” he gritted as he managed to get both of his feet into his trousers and wrestled them upwards.

  “Can’t really,” she panted. “Fighting for… my life here.”

  That chill in his blood ignited into an inferno and his wings burst from his bare back.

  His female was strong, but she had vulnerabilities, was not as strong as many immortals, and humans could use drugs on her to slow her, allowing them to capture her. If it was Archangel and they took her, he would bring the wrath of the Second Realm down upon London to take her back.