by Jaye Shields
Addictions of a Sex Demon
by
Jaye Shields
Addictions of a Sex Demon
Copyright © 2013, Jaye Shields
ISBN: 9781937325510
Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.
Electronic Publication: February, 2013
Editor: Leigh Lamb
Cover: Fantasia Frog Designs
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Back Cover Copy
Sephina is about to trade one addiction for another—and his name is Axel.
Sephina Antara has gotten into a lot of trouble as a sex demon with a drug addiction. Moving to a new village was supposed to help her get clean. But when she relapses, it comes with a side of hot dragon man.
Axel Stavros may be a drug dealer, but he’s also the town healer. Half-human, half-dragon, his blood can cure just about anything, but it has some erotic side effects for its user, as the new beauty in town is about to find out…
Content Warning: graphic language, hot foreplay, and even hotter sex, including light bondage and some girl-on-girl action.
Dedication
As always, this book is certainly dedicated to my mother. Mom, I will take every dedication in every book of my career to thank you for being my champion, my number one fan, and of course, the best mother one could hope for. I love you.
To the rest of my family, thank you for your constant, unconditional love.
To the demon of first kisses: J.G.C.
For the fans, you have a huge piece of my heart. Thank you so much for loving my Sex Demons as much as I do.
Acknowledgements
An enormous thank you to Pamela Tyner, the incredible lady in my corner and the visionary behind Beachwalk Press.
For my editor, Leigh Lamb, I adore you. I consider you my champion and my friend.
And of course, to my beloved crit partners who told me whether or not this story sucked, Maggie Amada and Lisa Posillico-Filipe.
Since this is the conclusion of my trilogy, I’d like to take a moment and thank the blogs who help spread the word about my very first release, Confessions of a Sex Demon. A big shout out goes to A Tasty Read, Unwrapping Romance, and Scandalicious Reviews for giving me a wonderful start to my first release day back in September 2012.
Chapter 1
Axel Stavros inhaled the spicy, cinnamon-twanged smoke as he listened in on the conversation unfolding in the dark alley. The fiery cloud filling his lungs was a pleasure in which he seldom indulged. As a doctor, he knew it wasn’t a healthy habit. As a dragon demon, he didn’t give a damn. After all, if there had to be a perk to being the rare demon breed known as the quetzalem, surely it was having insides charbroiled to perfection and an outer body built to house fire and brimstone. So, one narcotic smoke now and then wouldn’t kill him.
“I’ll end you, motherfucker.” The low growl bounced off the walls of the alley toward Axel. Enveloped by the shadows, he could easily continue to remain unseen, his steel skin tone effortlessly fading into the night.
When a pained cry followed the cruel words, Axel stepped out of the darkness toward the obvious escalation of a drug deal gone wrong.
“Find yourself elsewhere, stranger.” The demon speaking was over eight feet tall and fairly human looking, save for two green horns escaping through a short crop of red hair. The extra foot added to his opponent’s height by the pointy lances didn’t intimidate Axel. The gun directed at him did. But only a little.
Axel took another long drag of his smoke and blew the red haze toward the demon before offering a warning. “I’m the only dealer in this town. It is you who should find yourself elsewhere.”
His opponent’s gun still dripped with blood from where it had been used to knock the villager to the ground. Axel eyed the weapon. In response, his soft flesh hardened into thick scales. Although they usually gave him the edge in a fight, he rarely took chances with firearms. Getting shot was no fun.
Axel dragged his smoke against the nearby wall and put the remainder of the extinguished blunt in his back pocket. “I can see you are a traveler. I’ll give you one more chance to leave my town. Now.”
“Fuck you.” Horn Boy cocked the gun, but not before liquid heat billowed up Axel’s throat. Red-hot spirals burst forward over five feet, closing the distance between them.
As the dealer fell, grasping at his face and screaming in agony, Axel swallowed the flames and smiled. Nothin’ like being the good guy. Although the demon with bubbling flesh on the ground probably didn’t agree.
“Thanks, man.”
Axel turned and glared at the villager on the ground. Just last week he’d denied him access to Charred Freesia, a downer with some very aggressive side effects. He would not allow violence in his town. A perk of being the only dealer—controlling what came in and out of the city. “The next time I catch you going behind my back, you’ll feel the same heat. I doubt your tender, human flesh will recover as nicely as that horned scum over there.”
The villager nodded, fumbling to his feet in a rush. He ran off into the town clutching his still bleeding forehead from where the demon had hit him with the gun.
As the horned chump continued to writhe on the ground, Axel strode toward him and reached down to grab him by the throat. The burning flesh would have seared into human skin, but as a dragon demon, he welcomed the hot brand. “You. I never want to see you in this city again. Leave Orescia and do not come back.” Choking the creature with one hand until he gasped for air, Axel dragged his other wrist over one of the sharp scales jutting out from his own body. Blood formed in a thin, crimson line and he shoved it against the demon dealer’s mouth. “To ensure you never find yourself in these parts again.”
He forced his livelihood down the brute’s throat; the other perk of being a quetzalem was blood that held very unique abilities when consumed. If a woman drank of a quetzalem she’d experience intense dreams of pleasure. In contrast, if a man consumed the blood of a dragon demon, he’d be haunted by terrifying nightmares of violence and unnaturally submissive to the particular dragon demon. Just a bit of insurance that the guy would not return.
Turning away from the scene, Axel made his way back into the heart of town, where he lived. Tomorrow would be a long day. The cooling chill of a dragon’s heat was almost upon him. The goose bumps taking over his skin meant it was nearly that time of the year when only constant climax could refuel the brimstone within his body. Yes, it was going to be a long week indeed.
* * * *
The town may have been foreign to Sephina Antara, but all dark alleys looked the same. The rank stench of vomit, urine, and unidentified demon filth made her nose wrinkle. Her fingers shook beyond control, so she jammed them into her back pockets. Her hands trembled, but not from fear. No, there were things far worse than the scumbags she knew hung out in deserted back streets. For starters, the hollow feeling carving away the inside of her stomach and the sensation of tiny needles stabbing at her skin. Her greatest tormentor was the withdrawal eating away at her body.
“Greetings, little fairy.” The low voice sneered at her and Sephina spied the figure lurking not too far away by a large dumpster—the kind that tiny bodies like hers got thrown into, the kind she’d been found slumped against, passed out on, and puking into on many occasions. Those were not her finest moments. Neither was this.
“Enough with the sweet talk. I
’d like three palms of ground fae wing.” Her voice shook, but only a little. Nothing a little powder won’t cure.
“That won’t be cheap.”
“Then you’re in a good business, aren’t you?” She glared at him and drove her trembling fingers through her hair. Don’t let him see how badly you need it.
“I’d recognize eyes like that anywhere, sex demon.”
“That’s succubus to you,” she snapped back at him as chills laced over her usually hot body temperature. Her forehead tickled as beads of sweat formed. The effects of withdrawal were nothing new to her. This time she’d been sober a whole month. She had almost made the hurdle since her last dangerous relapse.
“I’ve met a sex demon before, I was not disappointed.” The human leered at her through the darkness.
Seph walked up to the dealer and grabbed his crotch. Her quivering fingers squeezed tight until he choked in pain. She wasn’t one of the strong breeds of demon, but she was desperate. “I don’t fuck my dealers.” She released him to reach into her back pocket and pull out a large roll of cash.
The human eyed the money before extracting her purchase from the depths of his trench coat. “If you change your mind, my balls might be recovered in about an hour.”
She started to walk away, but paused to glance over her shoulder through the dark alley and at the supplier within it. “In an hour, you’ll already be forgotten.”
Turning the corner and hurrying back through town, Sephina tried to recall the way she’d come. Her small family was only in the city for one night. They wouldn’t reach their final destination for another two days’ travel. Her eyes darted around the city, desperately seeking out a safe place to use. Impatience got the best of her, pain searing through her brain from need. Her entire body shook, clammy with sweat, yet she was freezing.
Hell. Sephina slumped down into an alley and pulled out the small baggie. The powder was so fine it was nearly invisible, save for a shiny rainbow-like glint. Ground fae wing was the strongest drug available in the realm and the only thing that could make Sephina’s nightmares stop. Tonight she would disappoint her family, and betray herself, in order to forget for just one night. She wanted the pain to stop.
* * * *
The next day, Sephina waltzed into the room where her makeshift family had stayed for the night. In the bedroom slept her older sister, Zahra, and Zahra’s soon-to-be husband, Lennox. Zahra wasn’t actually Seph’s flesh and blood. In the town where they both grew up, Sephina and Zahra were from the only sex demon families in the village. Zahra knew the horrors of Seph’s home life and forced her to move in with her when she was only fifteen. Thank gods, because her father was a vile excuse for a creature.
“Good morning! I made you guys breakfast in bed.” Sephina beamed at her sister and almost brother-in-law who lay tangled in the sheets together.
Zahra uncurled from within the nook of Lennox’s strong arms. The blankets dropped lower and she clutched the blanket against her chest, her ample cleavage becoming more prominent. Nothing Seph hadn’t seen before, but Lennox, a human, still wasn’t completely used to being surrounded by succubi and became a slave to a light pink flushing his cheeks.
“Smells delicious.” Zahra stuck her nose into the air to take a couple more whiffs of the approaching breakfast.
“I found some pheasant eggs at the town’s market, so I made egg-soaked toast smothered in ginger cream.” Sephina set the plates down on Zahra and Lennox’s laps. “Oh boy, looks like Lennox has a hard top of his own. No need for a tray here, I suppose.” Lennox blushed even more and sent a glare her way. Sephina knew he loved her though.
“Seph, this looks delicious. Even this bit.” Zahra chuckled and dragged her finger across Sephina’s cheek, retrieving a dollop of ginger cream Seph hadn’t realized had splattered onto her face. “Yum!”
Lennox pulled the covers closer to his muscular chest, grabbed a fork, and dug in. “You look well this morning. Your color is beginning to return. I am glad for it.”
Seph nodded, too ashamed to speak. She’d thought about leaving her family to avoid disappointing them in the future, but Zahra and Lennox were all she had. They were the only thing standing between her and the addiction that could someday kill her. Using had already gotten her into many situations that were worse than death.
“Go ahead and try it already.” Successful subject change.
Zahra spooned a bit of the moist bread into her mouth. “Of course a succubi’s food would be orgasmic.”
Seph couldn’t help but beam. She might be a complete disappointment most of the time, but the little things got her through, like making her family smile. If pheasant-baked toast was the only way she could do that, then so be it.
“It’s good to see you feeling better. We’ll leave in an hour, okay?” Zahra blew her a kiss before digging into the dish once more.
Seph exited the room and fled the hotel. Time to get in a good lay before getting back on the road. After all, a sex demon needed climax to remain healthy and happy.
Chapter 2
The gorgeous siren in Axel’s arms screamed, but held back just enough to keep his eardrums from exploding. Axel pounded into her from behind, being careful not to hurt her, for often when he climaxed, brimstone threatened to escape his lips. Setting fire to your fuck buddy might be a buzz kill.
The siren’s breasts were not much, but he toyed with them, pulling her against every thrust, going deeper into her slippery core. Her long, red hair fell against her ivory skin like the fire that simmered within his veins. His hand left her breasts and slipped between her legs to caress the swollen pleasure bud nestled within her folds. He squeezed it as he slammed against her, her orgasm exploding around his thick manhood.
Just as his own climax came barreling toward him, she started screaming. The siren’s cries caused explosions of pain to go off in his brain. A siren’s call was deadly that way. “Get off, it’s too hot!”
Axel withdrew immediately. It wasn’t the first time he’d had this problem. All dragon breeds had the same issue, including the half-human dragon kind like himself. Harboring such large amounts of brimstone meant their skin could get hot. Very hot. In a perfect world, he’d find a quetzalem female as his partner. However, his race was a highly hunted one, enslaved in many realms to harvest blood for its healing and other qualities.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’ll be okay.” She pulled the blankets around her and began searching for her clothes. “It’s too bad you didn’t get a happy ending.” She smiled at him wickedly and blushed.
Axel was happy that, although he’d brought her momentary pain, he’d at least yielded her pleasure as well. For him, the discomfort was still present. Need stirred in his gut. He’d have to find another female and try again. The brimstone coating his bones was already beginning to thin, and weakness gnawed at his body. If his flame stifled and his brimstone dried, there would be no getting it back. He supposed there were worse things than letting his flame die out.
“I’ll be going now.” Axel tugged on his pants and drew on a plain, black shirt. Stepping into the morning sunlight, he made his way down one of the cobblestone alleys that led back into town. Hopefully he’d have better luck at the brothel in city-center, but he doubted it since most of the courtesans were human.
* * * *
“Now this is my kind of establishment.” As Seph arrived with her family in the town of Orescia, a sensual hunger was already hollowing out her belly.
“Not for me, brings back bad memories.” Zahra glared at the packed whorehouse, standing not far from the entrance. Scantily-clad females crowded the doorway, fondling themselves and beckoning customers to enter.
Seph raised a brow. “Look at all these human females. I doubt anything they do is half as kinky as what we were doing when we were twelve. Or what you were doing back at home with your psychopath-turned-devoted-boyfriend.” Sephina smacked her older sister on the butt. “Come on, I’m single. I’m a sex demon. I
need me some climax.”
Lennox pulled Zahra tight. “We have money to spare if your sister needs a safe experience. After all, I’d rather our cheeky girl spend the time with a female instead of a half-wit from town.”
“How about the old-fashioned method?” Zahra eyed Sephina wistfully.
“Oh yeah, sure. Says the succubus with an adoring soon-to-be husband.”
Lennox pulled some cash from his back pocket. “I’d prefer Seph satisfy her needs in a safe environment. The girl deserves some fun. After all, she’s been sober a month now.”
Zahra’s tongue darted out and licked his lips. “I suppose you’re right. Aren’t you the understanding succubi lover slash brother-in-law? That’s hot.”
Lennox growled with need before crushing her into a tight embrace that sent them colliding into the wall of the whorehouse. Sephina sucked in a breath as the couple made out with all the passion a girl could ever need.
She eyeballed the cathouse. Her turn. Striding toward the entrance, she slammed into a rock hard wall made of chiseled flesh. Make that hot, chiseled flesh. The man was six feet of perfectly cut muscle, a shirtless feast for her eyes. His smoky scent consumed her from the closeness of their bodies.
She licked her lips to let him know just how interested she was. “Well, hellooo.” Nope, no concubine would be needed today. Because she’d just found her perfect—wait, he was leaving! She ran after the steely, blue back storming away from her. The skin tone wasn’t completely unusual since she lived in a realm with many different demon breeds. What was unusual was someone walking away from the attention of a succubus. “Hey you! What the hell?”
He never turned. Instead, she was forced to watch his broad shoulders and muscular back tear through the town.
“What’s that guy’s problem?” Zahra peeked over Lennox’s bicep from against the wall of the whorehouse.
