by Eve Newton
Dashel grunts, the pain etched on his features hurting my heart.
“Stop,” I croak out. “You don’t have to…”
“I want to,” he replies, and comes closer. “I like the look in your eyes as you watch me. I want to feel your gaze on me as I please myself.”
“Aah,” I cry out softly.
I grab Evan’s hand, dragging it away from my clit as I lead him to the bed. I climb on and watch as he takes his clothes off hurriedly. I kneel, and reach for him, pulling him onto the bed and then crawling onto his lap, shoving him backwards. I glide my wet heat over his hard-as-steel shaft and bite my lip as Dashel comes even closer. He is speeding up his movements now. I want to ride Evan’s cock as I watch. I look down at my sexy Reaper, running my hands up his solid chest.
“Mm,” I murmur. “Perfect.”
His hands go up to squeeze my tits. “So are these,” he says with a laugh. Then, he tweaks my nipples so hard, I yelp.
“Oh, yes,” I pant and grab his cock, guiding it into me and bearing down on him, taking his entire length in one movement. “Fuck,” I breathe, allowing myself a small moment of enjoyment before I open my eyes and fix them on Dashel again.
He is watching me and Evan fucking with a heat in his eyes that makes my clit twitch.
Evan grabs my hips and holds me still while he rams up into me with forceful thrusts that have me crying out in pure ecstasy.
I force myself down on him, wanting control over him again. I hold my tits in place as they bounce around at the pounding I give him, slamming down on him in hard, sharp jerks.
I look up into Dashel’s eyes and see the desire swimming there. He tears his eyes from mine to look at Evan’s cock sliding in and out of me as I ride him relentlessly. I’m panting and sweating with the effort of such a vigorous fuck. I’m denying myself an orgasm because I want it to last a lifetime when it finally hits me.
And I want it to hit me at the same time as Dashel lets go. It’s the best I can do to appease the need deep inside me for him.
His face contorts with agony as his breathing gets heavier. He is blackening his soul with this indecent behavior, but it isn’t enough to damn him. Not yet.
“Come for me,” I pant to him. “Please, Angel, I need to see you come.”
He grunts in response and tugs even harder, even faster on his cock.
“I c-can’t,” he pants. “It’s too much.”
“Keep going,” I tell him, knowing he isn’t talking about the pain, but about the overwhelming feeling of an orgasm building up and ready to slam into you like fire in your veins. “Please,” I beg him as he looks on the brink of stopping.
“Aaah!” he cries out and stops pulling on himself as soon as his cum spurts out in hot, little splats, landing on my thigh and the coverlet.
“Fuck!” I roar as I finally allow my climax to break free of the prison I was containing it in, riding Evan’s cock as I clench around him, milking him to the point of no return.
He lets out a roar as he shoots his load into me and I shudder again, another orgasm rocking through me, racing through my blood in a heat that I never want to end.
“I fucking love you!” I cry out to Evan, steadying myself with my hands on his chest and grinning at him through my haze of post-come, feeling our juices overflowing out of my pussy to pool around his balls.
He grins up at me. “I fucking love you too,” he says and then flips me over, making me laugh as he kisses me. I hold my hand out for Dashel to climb onto the bed next to us, pulling away from Evan to give him a serious look.
“Are you okay?”
He nods. “I’m okay,” he says. “But for how much longer, I don’t know.” He frowns. “I cannot sit by and watch the two of you without joining in. I…need you, Axelle. My body is craving you.”
“Soon, my sweet Angel. Right now, let’s sleep together, holding each other and it will have to be enough,” I say, hating every word of that sentence. I want him so badly and not to corrupt his innocence in a spectacular fashion that will have me revered in Hell for all time. But because I’m falling for him in a way that I can’t explain and that makes no sense. He is the exact opposite of me. We have nothing in common.
And yet.
~ CHAPTER EIGHT ~
Dashel
I lie in the dark next to Axelle with Evan on the other side of her. They are both fast asleep, but I don’t sleep. I have no need. It is very late now, nearing dawn. The temperature has dropped slightly. I see Axelle shiver in her sleep. I move closer to her, surprised when she puts her hand up onto my chest. I take her hand and hold it gently. I still cannot fathom these feelings I have for her. She has declared her love for the Reaper. Can she do the same for me? She is capable now; she realizes what it means for her. I still don’t know what romantic love means for me. I wish that I did. I wish that I knew if I love Axelle or if I just desire her. Either way, she has turned my head, made me give up my whole world to keep her safe. I simply cannot bear the thought of the Angels destroying her.
I am aware that Vazna will now be seeking her out. He will have stepped into my shoes in my absence. Will they know that I have aligned myself with her? Or will they assume that Luc got to me?
I kiss her fingertips lightly. Enjoying the feeling of warmth that small act gives me in my heart.
I turn on my side and finally let myself look at her. I have been lying here for hours staring at the ceiling, not wanting to lust after her any more than I already have. The feeling of my soul being burned away is terrifying. I do not want to know what lies on the other side. But the temptation of her is too much, and it really has nothing to do with how she looks, even though I definitely appreciate her body as it is now. The fact that her host is willing and quite welcoming it seems, is a weight off my shoulders. But I will still attempt to house her in an empty body. One of my choosing.
It will be not unlike this one. She is lean and lithe, with long legs and delicate arms. Her features are beautiful. Blue eyes, sharp cheekbones, full lips and a pert nose that I want to lean over and kiss, and those mounds with their rosy nipples make me want to suck one until she cries out my name.
I hesitantly reach out to touch her.
I place my hand on her skinny ribcage and gently run it up her body until I cup one of those mounds.
Her eyes fly open, but she makes no sound as she watches me.
I lick my lips, eager to run my tongue over that ripe bud.
She pushes her breasts out, encouraging me.
I circle her nipple with my thumb and then rub it gently over the rock-hard tip.
I ignore the burning inside me and focus just on her.
I lean forward and lick her softly, making her moan quietly and run her hand into my hair. She grips my hair and turns onto her back, allowing me better access to her assets. I rear up over her slightly and suck her nipple into my mouth, using my teeth to grind down on her gently as I saw Evan do earlier. She squirms under my attention and it makes me happy that I am pleasing her. That I am doing this right.
I hiss as the fire that races through me hits me with a great force. I am losing myself to her bit by bit, but there isn’t a single thing I can do about it.
“I love you,” I murmur to her, trying the words out.
She looks at me with her eyes narrowed and her lips a perfect curve of wickedness.
“Do you now?” she asks.
I blink at her, embarrassed to say any more now that she is mocking me.
She giggles, knowing she is teasing me. “I love you too, Angel. I have no idea why, you are a complete mystery to me, but you have shown me a deep loyalty at a great cost to yourself. That means something to me,” she says seriously. “Please don’t hurt yourself any more than you have to for me. I can wait for you.”
“I don’t want to wait,” I murmur, my hand leaving her breasts to travel lightly up to her neck.
I wrap my hand around her throat, making her eyes go wide. Suddenly, I have lost control of my acti
ons and the Angel in me has taken over. I fire a stream of power so ferocious into her, she cries out in pain, arching her back as my hand glows with a golden light. I am drawing on her Demonic essence, hurting her, killing her.
“What the fuck?” Evan shouts at me, but I ignore him.
I can feel my soul repairing itself the more I hurt her.
I get to my knees, my hand tightening around her throat as I increase my power, making her scream.
Evan is clawing at my hand, but then he relents and punches me in the face.
I draw back, panting, hating myself for hurting her, but at the same time elated that my soul feels less dirty now that I have done what I was born to do. Hurt Demons.
I rub my jaw as Axelle glares at me, but her eyes are wild with desire. She was enjoying the pain.
“You stay the fuck away from her!” Evan yells at me. “I knew we shouldn’t trust you!”
“Wait!” Axelle exclaims, sitting up and crawling over to me. “It healed you, didn’t it? Hurting me, healed your soul?”
I nod slowly. “Not completely, but yes. It has repaired marginally.”
“Oh, this is good!” she says and leaps onto me, slamming me back to the bed. I can feel the wetness in between her legs rub against my manhood, that is straining to get inside her.
“Did you know that would happen?” Evan asks me.
“No,” I say, trying to ignore Axelle wiggling around on top of me. “I just… it was a natural instinct. I apologize,” I add to her.
“Don’t,” she says with glee. “If you can fix yourself, then I can’t damn you.”
She rises up on me, gripping my shaft and guiding it towards her entrance.
“No!” Evan says, dragging her off me. “You don’t know what will happen. It might not be enough.”
“You are just jealous,” she spits out.
“Of him?” Evan scoffs. “No, not even a tiny bit. This is about you damning him and never seeing him again. If that’s what you want, then be my fucking guest.” He sits back with his arms folded, but Axelle heeds his words.
“He can draw on my essence while we have sex. I don’t mind the pain. In fact, I want it.”
I bite my tongue. I’m not sure that will help. I’m glad that Evan stopped her taking me, because that is the ultimate corruption. I’m sure that even if I hurt her essence while we joined bodies, it wouldn’t be enough. I would probably have to kill her and that is something that I’m not prepared to do.
She looks at me expectantly, but she must see the doubt on my face.
“Then we need another Demon. One you can draw from while we have sex. One that can help me heal you before you fall.”
“If you kill one of Luc’s minions, he will find you with or without the shield,” Evan points out to her.
“Ugh!” Axelle spits out in frustration. “I need you!” she cries at me, crawling back over me and kissing me. “I need you, Angel.”
“I need you too,” I reply, kissing her back fervently. “We will find a way to be together.”
She nods with tears in her eyes that cause me to feel a guilt so overwhelming, I nearly choke on it.
I brush her hair out of her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Dashel, but I can’t stop myself. You are going to have to do whatever you need to do to stop yourself from falling, but I am giving you a fucking blowjob whether you like it or fucking not!”
I give her a wide-eyed stare as she slithers down my body and takes my shaft in her hand, sliding it up and down slowly before she opens her luscious mouth and takes me in, her tongue working its way down me so enticingly, I groan out loud.
“Oh, that feels good,” I mutter, my hand going into her hair and fisting tightly.
I release her quickly and put my hand on her head, using my power to hurt her as she sucks on me.
She groans low in her throat as the pain I’m inflicting on her gets to her, but she doesn’t stop. In fact, it encourages her to suck me harder, to graze her teeth over me, to cup my balls and squeeze them until I’m ready to burst.
“Axelle!” I cry out, feeling the desire wash over me, sweeping me along in its wave of sheer decadence. I thrust up into her mouth as I grip the back of her head, using her essence to heal my soul as I ejaculate into her mouth, my shaft jerking wildly as the orgasm shoots through me with an almost unbearable pleasure. “Oh, Axelle,” I choke back the sob as I let go of the torture, I was inflicting on her. “I’m so sorry.”
She pulls her mouth off me with a grin that reassures me she is okay. Her essence is strong enough to heal itself once I’m through with her.
“Oh, don’t be,” she purrs at me. “Did you enjoy your first ever blowjob?”
I smile shyly at her and look down. “Yes.”
She giggles again, a sound that does nothing to quell the burning lust coursing through me at the memory of that mouth working to bring me to an orgasm.
“Ready to go again?” she asks me as Evan leans over to her and pushes her back to the bed.
“Your turn first,” he says, diving in between her legs with gusto and licking her there quickly before he looks at me and says, “If you hurt her for real or even a speck more than she wants you to, you will have me to answer to, got it?”
I nod slowly and then get to my knees to crawl over so that I have a better view of what Evan is doing to her that is making her scream in pleasure. I have a lot to learn in how to please her. Something tells me she is going to need this several times a day for hours at a time. The Seductress in her is reveling at the attention. I could feel her pleasure as I burned into her essence, even as she screamed in pain. She is a complicated creature and the sooner I figure this out, the better.
~ CHAPTER NINE ~
Luc
“Two days,” I seethe. “Two fucking days. I will kill him for this.”
“Maybe she is playing too hard to get,” Jezebelle says, taking my hand.
I brush her off and resume my pacing. I’m beyond furious with that Reaper. He should have been back here with or without Axelle by now. He screwed me and no one screws with the Devil and gets away with it.
Although, I shouldn’t be surprised. He has waited centuries to fuck with me and this was too good an opportunity for him. Coupled with the fact that he is clearly in lust with my fucking Demon Bound. The prick. I underestimated his feelings for Axelle and for his twin.
“This is a betrayal,” I growl at Jezebelle, quite prepared to take this out on her. “I don’t take kindly to betrayal. It is why it has its own special place in Hell.”
“He will return,” Jezebelle says in a soothing voice. “Let me help you, Luc. Let me see to your frustrations.”
I glare at her. Since she’d pounced on me after Evan left and I’d rejected her, she has done nothing but pursue me. She is relentless in trying to get me into bed, but I’m just not interested. All I want is Axelle to return to me and continue with my plan. I’m on edge every second that another trial is going to start, and she isn’t in the body I made for her to endure it.
“Not interested,” I say shortly.
“Dammit, Luc!” she cries. “Being faithful to that stupid whore is the most pathetic thing I have ever seen! You think she isn’t screwing every male she comes across? You think she isn’t screwing Evan right now?”
“How dare you!” I roar at her, backhanding her hard across the face. She careens over to the other side of the room, landing with a thud on the floor. “Do not ever forget who you are talking to,” I whisper to her as I stalk over and drag her to her feet.
I have to wonder why I’m still keeping her around. After all, Evan has reneged on our deal so I should just get rid of this bitch. But I’m so riled up now, my anger is clouding my judgment. She is probably right. Axelle won’t be keeping her legs closed, especially after the celibacy I enforced on her for the trials. It enrages me to think of another man between her thighs, fucking her like she needs to be fucked.
In my fit of temper, I push Jezebelle to he
r knees and undo my pants. I’m already rock-hard as I start to jerk off in her face, not letting her mouth touch me. I don’t want that. I don’t want anyone but Axelle, but if I don’t do this, I’m going to explode. I use Jezebelle to make my point that I don’t want her. She seems to finally get it as I groan and splash my cum all over her.
She lowers her eyes and her shoulders sag.
“Go and clean up, bitch,” I snarl down to her as she wipes her face, trying her damndest not to give me a death stare. “And remember your place. You are here to service your master, however I see fit. Nothing more.” And with that I stalk off, doing my pants up, intent on my new plan to return my Demon Bound to her body before she ruins my entire existence by failing me.
I snap my fingers and appear in front of Darius’s cell. The big, ugly Demon is slumped in the corner of the small dark cage, a chain of pure magic around his neck to hold him in place.
“Sir,” Darius rasps as soon as he sees me.
I give him a narrowed-eyed look. “Do you know why you are down here?” I ask.
“I am sure your Lordship has a good reason,” Darius answers.
“Has she been to visit you?” I ask.
“She has,” Darius replies carefully.
“And have you engaged in any plot with her?” I ask.
“Never, your Lordship. She is a pretty, little bitch, but my loyalty lies with you,” Darius answers.
“I know of your desire for her, for her essence,” I say.
“Is that why you put me in here?” Darius asks boldly.
“It concerned me,” I admit, examining my fingernails in a show of nonchalance.
“There is no need for concern,” Darius says flatly. “I would never betray you, even for a taste of her essence.”
“I believe you,” I say magnanimously.
Darius looks me in the eye for the first time, but remains silent, which pleases me. It shows me that Darius is being true. He has no need to press the issue with thanks and reiteration, as the guilty would. He has accepted my statement and that is that.
