by Claire Marta
“Sugar and spice and all things nice, that’s how you taste,” Raz murmurs. Scattering small erotic kisses, he bites delicately into the softness of my throat.
The kiss is a promise of what’s to come.
Dangerous.
Deviant.
He takes hostage of my mouth again, demanding and devastating. My book thuds to the tiled floor as his hand finds its way beneath my shirt to sprawl possessively across my stomach. His touch sends electric jolts over my skin, bringing a gasp from my throat. I feel him smile.
“Ah Tink. Why waste yourself on stories and your imagination when I can show you exactly how good sex can be?” His breath ghosts over my cheek, and I shiver in reaction.
“You have an over inflated ego,” I mutter, my mouth still unwilling to part from his completely, my words vibrating against his own.
“Maybe but it’s definitely not the only thing inflating right now.” Seizing my hand, he presses it to his crotch. A hard ridge swells beneath the material of his jeans, stiff and waiting. “See what you do to me?”
I should snatch my hand away, but I don’t. Instead my fingers curl around the rough cloth, exploring the length of his cock sheathed beneath. I’ve never touched a male this way before. It’s both frightening and exhilarating.
Raziel moans, his eyes fluttering closed with a pained look. “I’ve never liked rainbows, but right now, I want to sample every fucking color and get drunk on the taste of you.”
A surge of sensual longing and urgency takes me over.
I want him.
Need him.
Low in my body, an ache burns hotly with sexual awareness. I don’t care that anyone can walk in on us at any time. That I’ve been ordered to seduce him. All I know is that I have to have Raz. His body merging with mine. Not because it’s destined but because I desire it with all of my being.
Following the rough shadow of stubble, first with my fingertips and then with my tongue, I return to his mouth. The taste of him merges with his masculine smell. There’s sin on his lips, a fire in his eyes, and I want him to burn me with his passion.
Chapter Fifteen
Raziel
Tink throws a slender leg across my thighs and climbs onto my lap. Rolling her pelvis back and forth over my swollen cock, she starts an erotic little dance. A needy moan escaped her lips.
It makes my blood hot just hearing it. She’s dry humping my leg with a growing sexy earnest.
Cupping her chin, I deepen the blistering kiss. She tastes as just as good as before. Better. Sweet, magic laced with innocent lust. Rocking in my lap, she continues grinding mercilessly against my raging erection. If she keeps this up, I’ll explode in my pants. Why the fuck do I have so many clothes on? The only thing keeping me from her is a scrap of material.
“Please, Raz. It hurts. Please, make it feel better.” It’s a whisper against my mouth.
Clutching her hips, I guide her movements working her harder against me. “What are you asking Tink, let’s be clear?”
Her breath catches sexily in her throat, the leather of the sofa beneath us squeaking with her actions. “I want you.”
“Once I pop your cherry, it doesn’t grow back,” I warn.
Lips parting, her fingers trail over my jaw, making me shudder. “Do you want me or not, Raz? I’m offering it up on a silver platter. You get to be my first.”
At her words, all the blood left in my brain drains south. Right or wrong, I don’t care. Sinking into her tightness is all I want. I’m so hard now all I can think about is taking relief in her body. “Sweetheart, I’ll do that with pleasure and savor every second. You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about this.”
Tink’s gold gaze is dazed, molten with arousal.
Hand caressing up, I curl it around her throat. Her eyes widen. Tightening my grip, I don’t stop until her pulse flutters against my fingertips. I’m going to leave bruises. Marks I want to see on her creamy skin. A reminder of what’s about to happen for all to see.
“I want you flat on your back,” I order.
Obediently she unhooks her leg from over my lap and positions herself sensually on the sofa cushions. Removing her panties, I discard them on the floor. Tink watches me with a mix of fear and lust. It has me weak with the need to have her.
Pressing her legs to her chest, I stare at her bare cunt. Shaven, smooth, her plump pretty lips are coated with her wetness. Swirling the tip of my finger along her slit, I groan. “Is this for me?”
“Yes.” Her reply is breathy, shy. Moaning when I repeat the action, she lifts her hips restlessly.
She’s so fucking perfect.
All rainbows and cupcakes.
Magic and fairy dust.
My tongue flicks out over my bottom lip at the thought of eating out her pussy. I’m about to enjoy some mystical dessert. Scooting down until I’m wedged between her thighs, I nip her clit and make her buck.
“Oh!”
I have to restrain her thighs to stop her doing it again when I swipe it with my tongue. “I don’t know which tastes better, your sexy mouth or this sinfully tight pussy.”
She shakes at my words. My hot breath rolls over her sensitive skin, making her squirm.
I’m practically leaking with pre-cum in the depth of my jeans. Adjusting my cock, I try to alleviate the growing ache in my balls. I want her drenching my face before I plunge into her.
Fucking Tink with my tongue, I devour her like a starving man.
“Oh…oh my…” She moans loudly, hands snap up to grip my hair. “I…I…oh it’s too much.”
I keep going until her lower half arches up and her juices explode all over my face. Licking her cum from my lips, I use the back of my hand to wipe the rest away.
Spasms of pleasure rock her body as she lays lax and limp. Her tits heave beneath the material of her shirt, long rainbow-colored hair fanned out in a mess around her beautiful features.
“Please, Raz. I want it all.” Her soft beg makes me grin.
This has been coming from the second I set eyes on her. An urge to own. Levering myself up, I sit back on my heels between her spread legs. Unzipping my jeans, I dig the condom I keep for emergencies from my pocket. Tearing the foil, I sheath myself in the rubber in record time.
The second I push inside her, she stiffens at the intrusion. “It feels like your splitting me in two!”
“Relax.”
Legs shaking uncontrollably, a whimper escapes her, “You’re too big!”
I know she lacks experience, but I’m trying my best to make it pleasurable for her. Ignoring her, I inch in deeper.
“It hurts,” Tink complains again.
Finding her breast, I thrust her bra to the side to fondle it roughly, rubbing the material of the shirt she’s still wearing over her skin. At the same time my thumb rubs over the taut peak of her nipple.
It’s an effort to hold still when all I want to do is shove into her hard and fast. Toying with her tits, I keep teasing and pinching until I feel her getting wetter. Squirming beneath me, Tink’s sweet little moans make me harder. I’m inches in, and her slick walls are already clamped around me like a vice. Control snaps. Sinking into her all the way, I feel the brief second I breach my fairy’s purity. Eyes scrunching shut, she arches her neck with a pained scream. Her whole frame goes ridged, her legs locked tightly around my waist.
Easing back, I refuse to pull all the way out. Now I’m inside her, there’s no way I’ll give her up.
My cock is streaked with traces of blood. Evidence of her virginity. A primitive male satisfaction swells inside me. Mine. Tink is mine.
Her body tightens and trembles beneath me.
She’s so fucking hot. Her scream and sweet whimpers tempt my restraint. There’s nothing more I would like to do than to take her savagely. Only the thread of knowledge that this is her first time curbs my urge to fuck her senseless.
I devour the noises she makes against my lips. The bite of her nails claw my shoulders and sp
ine, stinging, inflicting scratches as they draw blood.
It’s only right as I make her bleed too.
She’s in pain, but I don’t stop.
I can’t.
It’s impossible.
I’m like a thing possessed, caught in a need to devour this forbidden fruit. I’ve taken more than a bite. I’m fucking the purity out of her. Ripped the whole God damn tree down and setting it alight.
Lovely face still tightened with pain, her eyes are screwed shut as if she can’t bear to look at me. It’s not what I want. The knowledge I’m her first drives an urge to bring her so much ecstasy she’ll get wet just thinking about this days, hell, months later.
Stroking my thumb along her soaked sensitive pussy lips, I smile as she cries out.
Finding her clit, I toy with the nub, stimulating it, circling over it until she starts to squirm.
“Open those gorgeous golden eyes, if you want to come,” I croon.
For the first time since I entered her, she opens her eyes, connecting them with mine. I feel my heart turn over in my chest. Skin flushed, lips parted, her lack of control and desire stokes my need to push her over the edge.
“That’s it baby, don’t fight it,” I tell her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, and I can’t wait to see you lose control.”
I watch her expression change as she’s swept up in the savagely sweet pleasure. With a sob of wonderment, she curves into me.
“Raz.” My name is a broken cry. Muscles locking, she tenses with the strength of her orgasm. I drink it in. The sound, sight, and feeling of her coming so hard on my cock, I think for a moment she might pass out.
Unable to resist any longer, I begin to move inside her, pounding in and out. I’m not going to last. Wanted her too long and too much for anything else. Sweat drips down my spine under my shirt. Grabbing the arm of the sofa, I use it to steady myself as I pump into her vigorously.
Tink orgasms a second time, and I feel her tighten around me.
The most intense, earth shattering climax hits. Wings bursting from my back ripping free though my t-shirt, they expand wide, the black feathers quivering. For one brief second, it’s as if my soul is pouring into her body. Head thrown back, I groan emptying my load into the condom.
A minute passes with me still locked inside her. Panting, chest heaving, I feel like I’ve just had an out of body experience. Slumping, my cheek is cushioned by Tink’s lovely tits. Wings tucked into my shoulders, I leave them out, letting the softness of the plumes caress her skin.
We don’t move. I know my weight must be uncomfortable, but I like the feeling of her trapped between me and the sofa. I’ve broken Lucifer’s command not to touch her. I’ve never gone against his wishes before, but I don’t regret this. Consequences be damned. I know what it’s like to experience her in the flesh. There’s no way I can go back. I’ve bitten that forbidden apple, and I know I’ll need more. Lips whispering across her collarbone, I raise my head. Golden orbs stare up at me with dazed bliss.
Cock softening, it slips from her body.
Tink winces. The post-fucked glow ebbs, leaving her pale, her limbs shaking. Does she regret what we’ve just done? Mourn the loss of her virginity? I’ve never been good with words. The thought of her feeling shame for what we’ve just done sends an unfamiliar twinge through my conscience. She’s only experienced a hint of the pleasures of sex. One tiny drop in an ocean. Something I can show her more of.
Taking her chin firmly, I force her to look at me. “If you think this was going to be a quick fuck, sweetheart, think again. I’m not finished with magic pussy rainbow land, and I’m planning to enjoy it all night long.”
Chapter Sixteen
Raziel
Stepping out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around my hips, I glance at the female who’s sound asleep.
Tink.
Curled up in my bed, she’s snoring quietly. I’ve exhausted her. Fucked her so long and hard, she finally fell to exhaustion. At least one of us can sleep. With the troubling dreams of blackness and ominous silence once more hounding my nights, I won’t be snatching much rest for long. Yet this time, there’s something different about them. As if there’s something within me just out of sight.
The smell of vanilla and sex permeates my space.
Cock stirring, I recall how perfect Jane had been on the end of it, her orgasms coating its length.
She’s far too sweet and sends all my protective instincts on alert.
I can’t afford to get emotionally invested.
Sleep with them and leave them has always been my way. So why the hell does it feel so right having her in my bed? As if she belongs there. Here in my room. Her outrageous hair spilling all over my pillow, and her scent so ingrained all over my mattress and sheets with the smell of sex I doubt it will ever wash out. This Fae has me feeling things I shouldn’t feel.
Softer emotions I experienced once before that only lead to death. Emotions and sex have never been entwined. It’s dangerous. One fuck has been as good as another, so what makes this fairy different than the rest of the women I’ve bed and left?
Swiping the droplets of water from my chest, I return to the bathroom. I need to finish drying and get dressed. Lucifer and Mavi left a few hours ago. When he’d summoned me to the throne to let me know they were leaving, there had been no indication that he knew I’d been with the nanny. Problem is it won’t stay a secret for long. Nothing happens here without his knowledge. I’ve plucked a piece of heaven, and I’m in no doubt I’m going to pay for it. The one thing he can’t learn of is the emotions Jane has invoked…
A noise breaks into my thoughts. Gaze searching the room for the source of the hushed voices, my attention settles on the baby monitor. Something I snagged after they left. With Tink passed out in my bed, I wasn’t about to leave Juliana unattended.
Have Mavi and Lucifer decided to come back and check on their daughter?
Cocking my head, I listen intently.
No. Male voices.
Blood running cold, I snatch up the cube.
“She said she’d keep him busy, and it looks like she’s pulled it off. He’s probably so balls deep in her he won’t even notice us.”
“Let’s get the target and get the fuck out of here.”
The fortress has been breached. The knowledge burns me with my rising anger. No one penetrates the Devil’s lair and lives to tell about it.
I’m in the nursery with a single thought.
Two males are standing in the center of the cheerfully painted child’s room. A female is beside the crib in the progress of reaching for the sleeping baby.
Vampires.
The same mercenaries from the strip club. I recognize the one I’d temporarily blinded and his friend, who I’d maimed. Are these arseholes for real? It’s almost like they have kill me stamped on their foreheads.
“You dumb fuckers better have written your wills before coming because you aren’t leaving here alive.”
Spinning to face me where I stand in the door, their unnatural blue eyes widen.
“She was supposed to be keeping you distracted,” one of them hisses.
His words are toxic, eating away at the softer feelings that have been blooming, shrivelling them to dust.
“No sweet piece of pussy is going to stop me from doing my job.” Charging toward them, I throw the baby monitor at the first one’s head. Quick reflexes, he catches it easily. Grabbing his shoulders, I ram my knee into his balls with enough force for them to be permanently imbedded in his intestines. Liberating the dagger from its sheath on his belt, I watch him double over before folding neatly to the floor.
The second one draws the gun he’s wearing from his shoulder holster.
A sharp frightened cry emanates from the crib.
Sole focus on my opponents, I bury my worry for the child. Without even a thought, I flash behind the vamp, blade already raised. He senses me. A shifting in the air, or maybe his heightened abilities, he�
�s in my face barely before I materialize. Hand flying to his wrist, it jerks from left to right, the weapon bobbing between us. Fingers grasp my right one, slowing the thrust of the dagger I have inches from his side.
“Kill him!” the female jeers, fangs out, eyes glowing with malice.
“You should have thought twice before coming here,” I sneer. “You’re barely what? A century or so old? Toddlers compared to the oldest of your kind. Did your Master let you off the leash? Did you think you could play big kids’ games, or maybe he was hoping you’d go get yourself killed because he knew he’d turned a dumb bunch of fuckers?”
His gaze bounces to his girlfriend’s. It’s all I need. With a roar, determination and rage flood my veins. No bloodsucker is going to best me. Strength unleashing, I obliterate his opposition and bury the blade in his ribs. His screams of agony urge me on. Ripping it from his flesh, I vanish only to reappear behind him. He’s not so fast this time. Snatching a handful of hair, I hold his head still as the blade tastes his throat. It cuts through the fragile skin like paper. Crimson pours from the open wound, spilling down his shirt front. For good measure, I twist until I hear the bones snap. Swinging my arm, I plunge the dagger into his back until it sits hilt deep. Even before he hits the floor, the last vampire is on me. Shrieking, she attacks claws unsheathed. Side stepping her pathetic charge, I clamp my hand around her neck. Grabbing the edge of my towel, she yanks it clean of my hips.
Standing naked, I chuckle, throwing her an ironic grin. “If you wanted to see my cock, all you had to do was ask, but forgive me if I refrain from fucking you. Fangs and dick just don’t mix, and there’s no way in hell I would want your mouth anywhere near my crotch.”
It doesn’t take much to propel her head into the wall. It makes a satisfying crack. Towing her to and fro, I keep going until her face is a mess, and there’s a red splatter over the fluffy white sheep wallpaper. She shouldn’t have touched the baby. Her filthy hands have condemned her. Retrieving the knife from her companion, I cut easily through the soft exposed skin of her throat, opening a gaping wound. Wet, warm, her blood flows, covering my hand. Eyes flickering open, the vampire gurgles, choking on her own blood even as it starts to heal. Piteously, I stare into those round fearful orbs without an ounce of compassion. It won’t kill her, but I can’t sit here all day, so I derive some satisfaction from her brief suffering. Slamming the blade through her heart, the vamp’s hand coils weakly around my wrist. I see the second the light of realization washes through her. Death is here, and there’s no way for her to fight it. A mournful cry utters from her lips, her flesh blackening and decaying. It takes less than a second for it to fall in on itself into nothing but fine grey powder.
