by Lexi Ostrow
Fantasy Kellan gave a growl that was a low rumble. The only other time he’d made such a sound was when he’d drunk from her. Kellan pulled back, and her hand ran a slow, curving path down the expanse of his muscled chest. All the whilst, her hand was traveling down her own body, a feather light touch as it swept across her folds, and her body arched off the tub.
The cool air pebbled her nipples even more as, in her mind’s eye, she felt his rough palms covering over them. Her gasp was real and deep as she continued to play her fingers across her delicate folds. In her mind, her hand played the same light touch down the length of Kellan's hard shaft before she wrapped her hand around it and pumped his hot shaft. The feel of silk wrapped steel sent a shot of heat through her body Her index finger circled her tiny nub and flicked across it, just as she was pretending to do to the head of Kellan’s prick.
In her mind, the hand at her entrance was not her own. She was lost to the fantasy, and it was Kellan who gently slipped another finger inside her. It was his rough, calloused digits that drew a strangled cry from her throat and a thrust of her hips out of the water. The cold room temperature did naught to distract her from her fantasy. As she let her own hand surge along the length of his cock, her other lightly massaged his balls.
She was unsure if she actually sat upright in the bathing tub. But, in the illusion, she did, and she placed kisses along his scarred and damaged chest until her lips found the part of him she craved. Without hesitation she wrapped her lips along his erection, taking him deep inside her mouth. She fit the length of him inside her mouth before her head began to slowly bob, her tongue trailing along his length as her mouth moved along him.
In reality, her mouth moved not at all, the only action was still just her own fingers, sliding in and out of her core. But, in her fantasy, their breathing was rapid and shallow pants as their bodies moved together, drawing closer to release.
Her fingers danced inside her body, trained as she was, it was not hard for her to know the way to her own pleasure. But she didn't think of anything but the warrior male Kellan as her fingers thrust in and out. He had covered her again, lowered her back into the water, and his shaft was nudging betwixt her folds. Her soft moan encouraged him forward as he slowly slipped inside.
His erection stretched her and filled her unlike any demon male ever had. He was seated so deeply, so fully, her body was beginning to throb with need. When he pulled out to the tip and thrust back in, her hands raked down his back, scouring his skin and pulling him deeper into her. His lips caught her neck as his hands found and dug into her buttocks, and his thrusts became faster, wilder. Her body bucked in the tub to her fantasy lover.
Pleasure coiled deep within her body as her fingers pumped in and out of her wet heat, his prick in her mind as she did. Her legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed as she felt his teeth graze her neck. Needy whimpers passed in the air betwixt them, his, growls and grunts, and hers, feminine mewls of need and desire. She was lost to the imagined feel of his body surging in and out of hers. Her release tightened like a band and suddenly snapped. White light filled her senses as pleasure ripped through her body, her head tossed backwards and lightly hit the wall. Her cry was real and echoed through the bathing room as her body spasmed around her fingers.
Her breaths were ragged, and the sound of a door slamming in the main room caused her to jerk. Her fingers slipped free as she bolted upright in the tub. Her body throbbed with need to have someone actually betwixt her legs, and the want was so sharp, she wondered if she’d even come at all.
As she climbed out, she purposefully slammed her ankle into the tub, shattering the bones. She cringed, but her fantasy of the hunter needed to be punished. Kellan possessed her as much as she did him, and she needed to put an end to it.
Seraphina wrapped a terry cloth towel around her and moved to the bed on shaky legs. She wished things had been different betwixt them. Wished that he was a demon and not a hunter, so she could feel a little less revolted by the idea of caring for another man. But they were not, and her body and heart desired him the only way she could hope to know him was a fantasy in her mind.
In reality, Kellan’s days were numbered, and she would be the one to sever his soul from his body. The thought gave her a short pause as she walked into her room.
The hunters might have gotten away from her, but only because she had allowed it. She hated it, but Kellan needed to be accepted back into the fold. But she had placed Imps, Thrashers and two Asmodi Demons at the entrance to stop them. They had failed to kill any of the Alliance team, but again, it was necessary to let them live to integrate Kellan back into their ranks. After nearly a month, and two feedings from Izazal, whose blood, of course, held some of hers as well, it was time she went to see her hunter for herself. It was time to set her plan in motion finally.
An Imp stood in the center, head bowed. She had been sending small parties to attack various Alliance of Silver and Steam sects throughout the world. As of yet, they had not successfully taken down members in the two most powerful locations—London and France. She only hoped the demon had better news after the last attempt.
“Have you come to offer a report?”
“Yesss, My Queen. The huntersss are winning. They could not be ssstopped.” The green Imp looked at the ground as it spoke, knowing its place, and likely fearing her.
Failure. Again and again, she was met with failure. Or is it possible the Alliance truly is that good? She snarled at her thought. Her kind had been failing every time they engaged the Alliance in Hell, and it was time that it no longer came to that. Regardless of whatever it took, Seraphina would stop the hunting party on her own. Swiftly and mercilessly.
A dagger flew through the air with nearly a thought and impaled so fast into the tiny demon, it threw the creature backward as it killed it. She stepped around his dead body and snorted.
“This is becoming a nasty habit. I should stop taking visitors in my rooms.”
In a flash, she was in the Thrasher territory. They had come to fear her far more than they respected her after she’d begun to kill them one by one. But she had no other way to get to the section in Hell where the Shredder demons lived.
The Shredders and their two rows of teeth were all that would do the job now. Seraphina knew that, and she would do her best not to kill them once their job was done.
Allies were growing thin in number, and she needed to learn to control her temper if she were to command an army in a few months time. The battle for Hell and the Earth was beginning, and not even she knew where it would take them.
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Kellan shuddered as the blood slipped down his throat. The sensation was something akin to a sexual release, and he’d thought he’d moved past this.
Perhaps he had.
Then, he had seen a swish of red hair and heard his name whispered in his mind like a prayer, and he’d been asking McKenna to go back without him. Whether he’d wanted to kill the bitch or taste her, Kellan hadn’t been certain. Yet, when he’d finally reached her, her neck had a beaded line of blood on it, and his shaft had pulsed as hard as his stomach had demanded he taste her.
He wasn’t standing in a slowly brightening alley with his lips to a Fallen’s throat in his mind. He was sitting in the cell Seraphina had kept him in Hell. Sitting there and actually enjoying one of the few moments with his captor that had been kind. Her hand had stroked over his hair, his neck, everywhere really, as she’d washed away the blood she’d drawn over countless sessions of torture. Even at the moment, Kellan had felt compassion in her touch, and when he’d gone to taunt her, she’d sliced her nails down his back and spilled more of his blood.
He heard a laugh, like the sound of small bells chiming and felt a hand pushing his head away from the slowly trickling blood. A growl pulled from his lips before he could stop it.
“That
is enough. I am glad to see you remain…mine,” Seraphina said with a delighted whisper.
Her words sickened him, but there wasn’t much strength in him to deny her claim. Her blood called to him, she bloody fucking called to him. He saw her in his dreams, dreams not nightmares. She was in splendid clothing, finery that would allow her access to any Royal gathering, not the sultry tight gowns she donned. They were sometimes sharing a bed like lovers, others, simply eating a morning meal. Everything about it had been wrong, and yet, Kellan couldn’t push her from his mind. He still vowed to kill her, but staring across at her now, seeing her grey-blue eyes twinkling back at him, he wondered if he was going to be able to do it.
“My, we have come far if you no longer deny it,” she drawled and drew her fingertips over his cheek.
The touch was oddly sensual. Kellan’s prick filled with blood for the second time, any longer, and he would be fully erect and utterly disgusted with himself. His hand shot up and wrapped around Seraphina’s wrist, jerking it sharply back from his skin.
“We are not in Hell any longer, Seraphina. An Angel healed me, and I am not as weak as I once was.” The British accent rang in his ears, and he took satisfaction in the snarl that passed over her.
“I despise you hiding who you truly are. The Irish are a people with mystic forces running in their veins, and you would seek to cover it up.”
“Aye.” He winced as the word slipped out. “Yes. I am an attraction for you that way, you will never hear me speak that way again.”
Kellan had made a similar promise in Hell, or he thought he had at least. He’d never even wanted to hear his own voice after he’d been locked away, had undergone water torture and had generally been mistreated to burn the blood craze from him. Before he had liked hearing, his lilted accented in his ears. But if Seraphina were back, if she were making bold moves such as this, he couldn’t give her that satisfaction.
Because, the truth was, he couldn’t ignore her.
