Devil's Prince (Satan's Brood Book 1)

by Louise Furley

  Her hips jerked, he stopped, she was too tight. Too small. He’d had many women in his time, but never one so tight and delicate as Sveti.

  He was going to have to be so careful. And he wanted to be. He wanted to relish this time with her. He wanted her to love what they do, he wanted her to want him, want this, for eternity.

  Dev shuffled down the bed, gripped her thighs to hold them apart, and covered her entire sex with his mouth.

  Sveti bucked and cried out, “Devilos!” Hitching gasps quivered through her. “You can’t,” she heaved, her throat chafed with rapid, sharp inhales, she tried to pull her legs together.

  He lifted his head, long black hair spread on her ivory thighs. Dipping his finger in her, he soothed, “Trust me, baby,” and dropped his mouth to lick up her slit and take her bud in his mouth. Flickering his tongue over it, her hips jerked up with a sharp cry. He licked and sucked, carefully thrusting his strong finger in and gently drawing it out, her natural lube making it easier with each stroke.

  “Devilos,” Sveti sighed, closed her eyes, heat swirled like a whirlpool around her core, and sizzled up her body to coat her brain. Her hips moved with his finger, his mouth sucking her swollen bud dragged whimpers from her rasping throat. The heat burned and built in her core until she felt about to explode.

  “Devilos, tell me, it- it’s,” she groaned and writhed under his mouth, her hips thrust at his finger that was suddenly plunging faster. He slowed, inserted a second hard digit, stretching her and curled them both in her silky channel, searching for those spots that would send her to the moon. And he when he found them, he thrust his fingers faster.

  Her body grew rigid, toes curled, she gripped his shoulders, digging her little fingers into his tough flesh her hips bounced uncontrolled with her sudden agonized weeping, skin flushed bright.

  “Go baby, let go, I’ve got you.” His voice a faint whisper he told her, “It will hurt honey, just for a second, it’s nature’s way, then, I promise it will become bliss.”

  He thumbed her bud and shoved his fingers deep and she bolted up, knifing forward with a wheezing squeal, her spine arched sharply with a harsh inhale, his name a silent scream on her lips as he tore through her maidenhead right as she climaxed.

  He paused his fingers letting the writhing orgasm mingle with the pain of her tearing hymen confusing her body’s pain/pleasure receptors, Sveti fell back flat on the bed, chest hitching and heaving.

  When her lungs filled with gulps of parched air, she lay twitching, he plunged his fingers and pinched her clit, and she thrashed asunder, her body lurching into a second orgasm and she knifed forward again with a jagged cry.

  Dev moved to a knee as Sveti undulated and fell over his shoulder with gasping strangling sobs. He’d never heard a more beautiful sound.

  Chapter Eighteen

  While Sveti’s body still trembled and her skin flushed a shimmering pink, Dev laid her back down, and moved off the bed.

  Quickly shucking his pants he climbed back on and between her legs. Forcing her thighs wider he lowered down over her.

  But he was drawn to watch her. Her long lashes fluttered over heated round cheeks, tiny tongue swept around parted lips that still panted, her bosom still rose and fell rapidly, the soft breasts swelling and shifting, nipples tight pink knots.

  Flaming curls waved in disarray around her beautiful face, spreading like fiery streams over the mattress.

  Her eyes rippled open, she saw him gazing at her, his pupils fixed, irises voltaic white. Her blues widened like plates at the horns growing out of his dark hair. The horns grew more, even as she stared at them in her ascending fright. She glanced down at the big hands on her thighs, his claws were just barely digging into her skin.

  “Svetiessa…”

  Then she saw the fangs, they descended further when he opened his mouth to reassure her. Her body stiffened. Bracing her palms on the mattress under her she pushed to sit and wriggle from him. Her pupils huge and brilliant onyx in her terrified orbs galloped around the room and to the door.

  “Goddammit Svetiessa,” he barked at her grabbing for her leg to hold her. “I can’t help it,” he growled, dragged her back and pushed her down. Leaning over her, he kneed her thighs wide, set his palms beside her head.

  Scowling at her hands that moments ago had caressed him tenderly then gripped him with such abandoned heat, were now pressed in fright against his chest.

  He said harshly, “I told you, you need to trust me, I won’t hurt you.” He saw her gaze fall to his penis, the blue orbs spiked wider at the thick heavy club and she hit at him.

  “Dammit Svetiessa!” he yelled at her.

  “I need to go, Dravidian, let me go!” The panic rose in her voice, tightening it. “We can’t, I won’t go find another man, I promise, let me up.”

  Her fingers crunched into fists, she punched at him. “Just let me go, somehow I’ll come up with the money and pay off the warrant, the bounty, you’ll get your money, please-”

  Dev knew his shouting and scowling at her wasn’t helping, she was only becoming more afraid of him. He caught her wrists and pinned them down by her side. Her chest popping with frantic short breaths, the blue eyes gaping at him actually shook with her fear.

  Lowering his voice, he said softly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. It’s just part of what I am, I come from an infamously vicious stock.” Okay, not the thing to say to calm her. He held her tight when she fought for release. “Svetiessa, calm down. Take a breath.” He waited, her chest still panted with agitation, lashes flapped with hysteria.

  “Sire, please,” she pleaded taking a deep breath, squirming under his steel hold. Her breasts jiggled with her jerking, she saw him glance at them, the eyes that had settled back to obsidian sparked white, he quickly raised them to her face. She was so vulnerable lying naked while he held her immobile.

  “Svetiessa, I am Devilos. Stop calling me sire.” He knew she did it to keep a distance between them. “Calm down, honey,” his voice soothed. “I told you, I am not going to rape you, but we are going to make love. Right now.”

  He couldn’t let her go, they would never get back to this point, she would find a way to escape. There was nowhere out there safe for her, but she was too naïve to realize it.

  Sveti jerked her body, tried to wrench from his grasp. He held her secure but not enough to hurt her. “Devilos, please let me go, I’ll pay you, I swear.”

  “Goddammit!” he exploded. Shoving his face down to glare at her, his hair sweeping over her, angry breath misted her lips, he said, “It is not about the money. I have more than I could ever want, or spend. This is about us.”

  He had to calm his own self down, his anger and frustration did not diminish his horns, or claws, fangs or, he could feel his shaft straining hard as an iron drill wanting inside her.

  Moving her hands to up beside her head, Dev lowered his body onto hers, and just barely let the hair on his chest nuzzle her breasts. He didn’t show his smile at the hitch in her breath, the hardening of her nipples. Her body was reacting to his, perfect.

  Her wrists staked to the bed, Sveti’s fingers flexed straight then curled. Dev felt her stop fighting him. He lightly rubbed his chest over hers observing the pink flush her cheeks.

  He dipped his head to kiss her temple, her jaw, still holding her wrists; he licked her lips, top, then the bottom, the seam between them. The long black hair brushing her face like a fringy caress, he cosseted the seam until she opened her lips to him. His tongue snaked in and took command of her mouth.

  When her tongue feathered against his, Dev released her wrist to drift his hand down and palm her breast. He controlled the urge to squeeze it hard, bite her nipple, instead, he massaged it gently, savoring the supple feel of her, his long fingers compressing the luscious flesh between them.

  The hand he released stayed beside her head. Dev let go of her breast and strolled his hand down to her core. Her body flinched.

  “Shh, Svetiessa
, let me,” he whispered and fondled her sex, caressing her slit, thumbing her bud, until he felt her silk fill his hand. He slid a finger inside her, she protested, shifted her hips away from his hand.

  He ignored her stiffening and pushed a second finger in her, carefully stretching her and tickling the inside of her sheath, teasing over her woman’s erogenous dells.

  A breathless squeak sucked in sharply before oozing out in an uhhh moan, her hand went to his chest, her fingers splayed, then scrunched, clutching the fur over his rocky pecs. Enjoying the slight tugging pain of her dainty fingers, Dev palpated and stroked his hand over her feminine core until her neck arched, her hips rotated with her rending whimpers.

  He brought her to the edge. Her shoulders hunched, neck arched so far her eyes slit in inferno throes rolling to the ceiling. “Devilos,” she exhaled in need, thrusting her hips to his hand, but he paused, moving his hand to her thigh and trickled his fingers over the soft flesh.

  Zues, he loved seeing her losing control. She was magnificently gorgeous, rosy cheeks, lips like dew on morning apples, her chest already in paroxysms, tiny hard nipples like cherry drops on mounds of fluffy vanilla ice cream. Aye, she was the richest of desserts. He will never tire of her, never.

  His own orgasm twinged and bundled in his balls, ready to shoot out. He brought her again and again to the crest loving the way her body writhed under his adept hands.

  Finally she cried, “Devilos, please, let me, let me,” she gasped pleading, shoving her hips at him, but he backed off each time. Until her breathing was ragged and shallow, her face pained, head flopping back and forth on the mattress. A line of blue shimmered from beneath lids heavy with want up to him, “Devilos, please,” she begged.

  He licked the side of her face, behind her ear then whispered in it, “Tell me, Svetiessa, tell me you want it, you want me, inside you. Tell me and I will take you to heaven.”

  He built her up again until she was keening in her need. “Tell me, Svetiessa, say, ‘Devilos, take me, please,’” his hand kept working her. Her chest billowed with her panting breaths.

  Their faces so close their breaths mingled, he could see the myriad of color in each lush lash; flame, gold, sun. He whispered, “Say it, Svetiessa.”

  “Yes,” she gasped, her eyes clamped shut hard, her pouted lips pulled in, beads of perspiration slid down the sides of her face.

  “Yes what, baby?” He pumped his fingers harder.

  She licked her lips, croaked, “Yes, take me, Devilos, please,” she gasped, writhing at his ministrations.

  He brought her to the edge again until her hips bucked wildly at his fingers seeking release, then he removed his hand and nudged her knees wide.

  Bracing on an elbow, he fisted his shaft and pressed it to her opening. Rubbing the head over her soft nether lips getting him lubed and keeping her primed, he murmured, “Okay, baby, tell me if I hurt you and I’ll stop. Okay?”

  She didn’t answer him, just nodded, raising her hips to his.

  He pushed inside her ever so slowly. His cheek next to hers he felt her grit her teeth, her legs stiffened, but she said nothing. Pausing, he brushed tangled hair off her damp face, sweat gathered at his own temples. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  Keeping her eyes closed, she nodded.

  So tight, the grip of her channel clung so tightly around him, Dev pushed inch by agonizingly slow inch until he was finally buried deep inside her silken sleeve.

  The strain of holding back tightened the skin around his eyes and mouth, temples damp, he braced on both elbows to look down at her. His biceps bulged holding the weight of his torso off her small body.

  Her face creased in pain, long lashes splayed on hot cheeks, little spurts of air puffed from her tiny lips.

  “Svetiessa?”

  She sighed, “I’m okay, Devilos. It hurts, I’m so full…but it…feels…miraculous.” Lids down, her breath frayed, suddenly concerned, they flew up at him, she croaked, “You- we- we aren’t using…protection, you have to stop.”

  “Aye. We are not using protection. We are to be wed, Svetiessa, it doesn’t matter, and my…kind, does not carry disease. You said you wanted a family.” He stroked her face, murmured gently, “You will make a wonderful mother, my Prințesă.”

  Sveti’s eyes cracked open. He filled her so much she thought she’d break, but as she relaxed, she could feel him throbbing against her inner walls. His hot gaze blazing at her screamed his desire, but it was tempered with clear concern for her.

  She studied the huge warrior with the harsh face that killed with ease, yet had been so careful with her. She knew he could have easily forced her and taken her virginity and been done with it, the same as any male Krystian sold her to would do, or what he himself planned for her.

  But, Dev had taken gentle time to coax her and make her enjoy their sexual union, and get ready to be able to take in his pounding manhood that stretched her to her limits, and now pulsed deep inside in her.

  She smiled at him, combed her shaking fingers through a swath of his black hair. She didn’t flinch at the bolt-bright white eyes that flared in even more intense desire at her.

  The breath he let out at her sweet action released some of the tension in his broad shoulders. Dev drew out, slowly, then he rocked back into her, his penis throbbing like a hot breathing animal against her tender walls.

  He continued thrusting carefully in and drawing out slowly, until he saw the flush cover her chest and creep up her neck. He plunged faster, deep, all the way to the end of her, pleased when her slender hips bucked up to meet his with equal intensity.

  “Sweetheart?” Question in his voice, “I’m going to go, uh, harder. Okay?”

  “Um,” she nodded, licked her lips, her eyes stayed closed. “Uh!” she grunted with his sudden hard thrust. He barraged her with another, then another, each one harder and shoving deeper than the last.

  Dev felt her silken channel squeeze him after he thrust, it almost undid him. His plunges steeping faster, then slowed, then fast again, short hard thrusts then long, his face strained, teeth clenched from holding back. He wanted this to last, enjoy the sensation of her for as long as he could.

  He shoved grunts out of her with every hard drive. “Devilos, I feel, uh,” she groaned at his drilling shaft shunting all the way deep inside her and dragging back out.

  “What, what do you feel, baby?” he growled, his mouth near her ear, he pumped a hard strike, she groaned.

  “Bumps…I can feel, bumps…on your….manhood,” she sighed and grunted at his stabbing thrusts.

  “Aye, only my kind have them. Called pebbled bins.” He chuckled. “Like your cute nipples, only harder.” He bent and licked a nipple, then pushed in her, paused for her to feel his pounding shaft, hard bumps raised all over it.

  Sveti could feel each and every one of them as he dragged from her and slammed back inside, a low wail slid out as every hard bump lathed through her, rubbing against her soft sheath. His lips on her neck, he sucked, nipped down to her shoulder, licked her skin.

  With his charging thrusts, penetrating her again and again, Dev’s horns elongated. Sveti couldn’t see them, but they had turned from facing his back to curve over his head and over her, then grew longer until they were over her shoulders.

  As he sucked on the flesh of her neck, his fangs descended, the tips barely touching her skin. He suddenly shifted so his phallus dragged its bumps directly over her clitoris, then shoved back in with a twist raking them faster up her sweet sheath.

  Sveti’s breathing grew like a falabella bounding up a mountain about to catapult over the top, hurtle off the cliff and free-fall. Her nipples like hard points, little gasping cries evulsed when her hips lurched up to buck at his, she clung to his shoulders as if hanging on for dear life.

  Dev’s own breathing, husky heavy inhales, he growled at her, “Svetiessa, look at me, see the man who is bringing you to rapturous torment, open your eyes, see your husband,” his rhythm slowed to an almost stop. />
  The claws protracted from his fingertips, he encircled them around her full breasts and dug them in holding the round soft pillows in a forked clutch.

  Sveti’s lashes blinked over blurs of dazed blues, “Devilos?” she whispered breathy, her gaze a befuddled cloud at the man with the hard face, glittering white eyes spearing her with his intensity.

  “What…uh…” He slammed in hard, her eyes closed then split open, pupils flared at him, a soft groan purled from her heaving lungs. Her spine curved in at his claws digging into the flesh of her breasts, bringing on strange spasms of agony, pleasure, agony.

  He covered her mouth, tugging her lips into his, then pulled away and drank her in. “Look at me, Svetiessa.” He waited until her disoriented eyes swerved up to his and he suddenly pounded into her, so hard he had to release a breast and move a hand to hold her shoulders to keep from thrusting her away from him.

  He watched the blue irises solder and then blur, her head rolled back.

  As he drove into her, his horns raised over her back, his fangs hovered over the side of her neck. Piercing her breast with his claws, he felt her start to undulate in his arms as her climax began, he stabbed his horns into her back, under her shoulder blades as she arched, and sunk his fangs incising just above where the soft flesh met her neck and shoulder.

  Sveti sucked in a constricted breath, her eyes flew wide, she screamed from the profound pain cleaving with excruciating pleasure, her spine bent into a spiked arch, her body jolting so sharp and hard almost bringing her clear off the mattress.

  Her body filled with the sun glowing brighter and brighter, so heated she’s going to explode, Sveti could feel every atom of her- golden and burning like the sun. Her brain static into insanity, a blinding light shrouded her- Dev’s manhood literally vibrated inside Sveti- another of his differences.

  His name on her lips she screamed again and again from the exquisite, unbearable, agonizing pleasure of it.

  Detracting his horns and fangs, then his claws from her breasts, Dev grabbed her face to force her to look at him as she came, bursting into fragments of extraordinary joy in his hands.