by Jaye Shields
Claiming of a Sex Demon
by
Jaye Shields
Claiming of a Sex Demon
Copyright © 2012, Jaye Shields
ISBN: 9781937325459
Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.
Electronic Publication: December, 2012
Editor: Leigh Lamb
Cover: Fantasia Frog Designs
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Back Cover Copy
It’s not easy for a sex demon to find a wife, and it’s even harder when the perfect woman is already taken.
Emmerie Winter has only been married a few months, but depression has made her a fragile stranger in the arms of her husband. She knows she should love him, but she doesn’t, and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t convince her heart otherwise.
When a sex demon with a boyish grin and a sinful body arrives in town, Emmerie’s world is turned upside down. His intense passion for life sends her depression into hiding, but her feelings for the sinful male could get her in deep trouble.
A sex demon needs climax to survive, but that’s never been a problem for Reza Aniron as women seem to be unable to resist his charms…all except for one, a timid, blonde angel who treats him with complete indifference. But in her eyes he can see a fire that’s just waiting to be released. And he always did love a challenge.
Content Warning: strong language, extramarital relations, and graphic erotic situations
Dedication
For my family and their constant, unconditional love.
For my mom, for showing me what a strong, loving woman is. For being my number one fan since the days I wrote with crayons, and for being the only one bold enough to discuss scandalous synonyms with me. For eventually taking my calls when I’m nervously awaiting a submission and I dial you like a madwoman. For simply being the best mom a girl can have. I love you.
For my grandma, who taught me that my calling is romance—not true crime. You handed me a grisly murder story when I was 12 and it’s been romance ever since. Thanks, Grams, for introducing me to the dark side of writing and digging that my dark side is sex demons.
For my aunts who are also my best friends. For Vicky for letting me crash her pad even though I’m a slob so I could be a starving artist/student for a while. For Tia, dedicated enough to read an entire Sex Demons novella on her Blackberry. No wonder my heroines kick ass, because I’m surrounded by them.
To my dad and grandpa, whose love, affection, pride and support is so much that I don’t even need them to read this book… And to my crazy uncles for getting a kick out of my erotica career.
To my coworkers at Dublin Volkswagen for not slapping me with a sexual harassment suit since I wrote the majority of this work while answering their phones.
Finally, to three wonderful demons from my past; MFS, JCW, & DTA
Acknowledgements
To my brilliant critters:
Thank goodness for my would-be agent and crit partner extraordinaire, Lisa Posillico-Filipe. Without you, there would be white, hot spray. Nuf said.
To Angie Derek for being the first to confess to loving my sex demons. I think I peed in my pants a little when you said you couldn’t put it down.
Most of all, thank you to the brilliant team at Beachwalk Press.
To Leigh Lamb, the charming + genius behind my often-clumsy pen.
And to Pamela Tyner making my Spring Break from SFSU something to brag about—inviting me to join the kind of publisher a girl only dreams about.
Chapter 1
“Are you really a sex demon?” A tiny hand tugged on Reza’s pants. The kid was no taller than the height of his hip, with big blue eyes bright enough to rival the sky. The boy was cute as hell.
“You look pretty rough, little man.” Reza reached down and pinched some of the dirt off the scallywag’s cheek. “Yeah, I’m a sex demon. Though the preferred term is incubus.”
“Is it true you can come to people in their dreams?”
He laughed. “Only if I make a good impression.” It was true though, some breeds of incubi could penetrate the dream barrier, but they barely looked human.
“Where are your horns?”
Reza bent over and ran a hand through his hair, peeking up at his inquisitor. “They’re hidden. Here, go ahead. Feel.”
The little tike looked to be no more than seven, and his eyes grew large at the chance to rub Reza’s non-existent horns. The small hand rubbed the sex demon’s head, searching for the nubs.
“Rah!” Reza roared, and the kid snatched his hand back, stumbling to the ground.
“Oh, my!” A feminine voice shrieked behind him.
The little boy ran toward the voice. “Emmerie, look, it’s a sex de—I mean, incubus.” Reza Aniron straightened and beheld the sight of the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Her blue eyes were wide open in shock, and her dainty hand hovered in front of elegant, naked lips. No makeup, no overdone hair or tight garb. She was just pure beauty. And she’d just seen him roar at a child like an untamed beast.
“Why don’t you run along, Riley? You shouldn’t be talking to strangers.” Her voice was silk on the wind.
“He’s not a stranger, Emmerie. He’s been real friendly with all the ladies in town. They love him.”
Heat crept into Reza’s cheeks. Damn it. The little kid made him blush for the first time in his twenty-nine years of life. From the scandalized look on the young woman’s face, little Riley was not helping Reza’s image.
“Come, Riley. I’ll walk you home.”
Reza thought he caught a glimpse of a smile curve the beauty’s lips as if she fought a giggle. Gods, he wanted to see her smile. But instead, he had to watch Riley take her hand and walk away.
“Bye, incubus!” The boy waved to Reza as he followed closely behind the angel.
The two were a wholesome looking pair indeed, and the sight stirred a desire that had been hidden deep within Reza. He wouldn’t mind having a dirt-smudged little sex demon himself. But first he’d have to find the woman who could not only match his sexual appetite, but also fill the void in his heart.
* * * *
As Emmerie Winter walked down the cobblestone streets of her village, the tugging on her hand couldn’t distract her from the images plaguing her mind. Transients often passed through the small town, but none had looked so exotic. The man she’d found with Riley had smooth skin, like porcelain. His dark hair jutted against a strong jaw and an angular face. His torso was broad and his obvious muscles made him an intimidating mass of man. In a leave-a-woman-breathless sort of way. Her palm became clammy in Riley’s hand as her body heated at the brief visual she’d gotten of the succubus’s hard body and fierce, golden-hued gaze.
Emmerie arrived at the youngster’s home to drop him off. His mother, a childhood friend of Em’s, smiled and grabbed hold of the boy. She swatted his butt playfully. “Where have you been, you little troll?”
“I met the incubus!”
“How do you even know what an incubus is?”
“’Cuz he’s in town, Mom.” Riley rolled his eyes and walked into the home.
His mother, Rebeka, leaned into Emmerie and whispered through a gigantic smile. “I heard he’s mouthwatering. Did you see him?”
Emmerie blushed. “He’s handsome.” Understatement of the century.
“From the shade of red in your cheeks, I’m guessin
g he’s a notch above handsome. I heard he’s tall with a rock hard body and eyes as yellow as the sun.”
More like amber fire. “He was too busy growling at your son for me to get a decent look.”
Rebeka tsked, beaming with amusement. “So he is as primal as they say.”
“Women in this town need more to talk about.”
“Apparently he has a massive—”
“Don’t even dare, Rebeka!” Emmerie glared at her friend, angry that a blush had been forced on her once more.
“Why don’t you come in? As you can tell, I’m overdue on my gossip dishing.”
“Lennox is leaving tomorrow for Rdija. He’ll be gone a week to make a sum from his blades.”
“Trying to save up money for a proper wedding, is he?”
Emmerie nodded. “We had a simple binding with the Mage and that was all. He wants something more extravagant for our families to enjoy.”
“You two were engaged for a very long time.”
“Our families arranged the marriage, but Lennox made sure I knew it was my decision if we were to marry or not. Lennox is very patient.” Em was happy to let the conversation end there. Lennox was both handsome and kind, and had she turned down the marriage, she would have been labeled the village idiot. “I’ll be seeing you, Rebeka.”
“Take good care.” Her friend kissed her on the cheek before Emmerie turned to head back home through the village.
* * * *
Emmerie lay in bed next to her husband. Lennox Aegros filled the space beside her, his usual handsome smile replaced by a grim expression. Emmerie’s heart pounded within her chest. Once more, they’d finished an unsuccessful round of lovemaking. So now her heart raced not from climax, but from stress. She’d let him down again.
“I’m sorry, Lennox.”
“Don’t apologize.” His tone escaped in a low growl, disappointment dripping from his short words.
Lennox did all the right things, and yet Emmerie still hadn’t gotten used to lying beside her childhood friend. Their marriage had been arranged for nearly as long as they had known each other.
“Let’s try again.” Her high-pitched squeak sounded pitiful rather than sensual.
“There’s no use if you start faking it in the first three minutes.” Lennox rolled out of bed.
Dang. Heat flooded her cheeks. Had he known all along?
“You’ll never know pleasure in my arms if you don’t open yourself to me fully.” Lennox threw his arms up in defeat.
Emmerie watched him pace the dark room like a frustrated jungle cat. Without sparing her another glance, he pulled a shirt over his broad torso. Emmerie drew the covers tighter as Lennox tugged pants up over well-muscled thighs. He didn’t even bother with underwear.
“I’m going out. I’ll leave you to sleep in peace.”
But Emmerie knew that peace wouldn’t come. Instead, she was left hollowed by the depression that took hold of her every night and left her sleepless in her own bed.
* * * *
Plain, white drapes touched the dusty floor of Reza’s room at the inn.
“Close your eyes.”
His willing femme fatale did as he demanded. As her full, black lashes shut, Reza wrapped a silk scarf over her eyes. The dark purple fabric molded to her tanned skin, ensuring his movements would catch her by surprise. She was already naked, and he traced a circle around her rosy peaks before suckling roughly on her nipple. The woman cried out with surprise. She arched against him, but he pressed her back down on the mattress.
“It smells like perfume in here.” The woman’s voice escaped in breathy pants as his hands massaged down the front of her body toward a small bed of auburn curls. “There was a woman in here not long ago?”
“Do you care?” His voice was gruff, thick with need for the female laid out before him.
“Hell no.” Her eyes were still covered by the dark silk, but the smile on her face was one of ready desire. Her pheromones buzzed like electricity against his skin, easily detected by his true nature as a sex demon.
Reza brought a nipple between his teeth once more and used the sensual distraction to slip his fingers between her folds. She screamed as he pressed deep into her, seeking out the hidden pleasure cove in the depths of her core. The female body was a beautiful thing, and Reza knew the number one way to satisfy a woman was to overwhelm her senses. Her arousal made it easy for his fingers to pump in and out of her. His other hand massaged her inner thigh, letting the thick flesh fill his palm. Reza’s lips and teeth tasted and nibbled on the soft skin. When he noticed her relax, he bit hard, eliciting a moan of need. Another thing women liked—surprises. Unable to see, his sensual prey bucked against the mattress and continued to cry out in ecstasy. The scent of her approaching climax was intoxicating. This particular woman smelled of an ocean raging during a storm, and he quickly tore the silk from her eyes.
“Oh God!” The woman raked her eyes over his body with a renewed desire and obvious attraction.
Reza withdrew his fingers from her slippery folds and flipped her over on the mattress. She groaned as he took hold of her thighs and propped her up. She arched for him and he gripped her ass, spreading her, exposing a glistening core. He drove his hard shaft forward and another scream tore through the room. The sound vibrated with raw need and Reza was proud to slake it for her. He continued to slam into her, causing the woman’s full breasts to bounce against the mattress. With each thrust, she sank deeper and deeper into the bed, her core flat against his body, taking every inch of him. Reza grabbed her arms and brought her up off the bed so that her back was upright against his torso. He fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples.
“Oh, yes!” Her climax came barreling toward him.
He moved his hands to her shoulders and pressed her down to meet every hard thrust. He quickened his pace and drove in deeper than before. Soon, her ecstasy filled the room in a flood of uninhibited screams. The scent of the woman’s satiated arousal spurned his own climax.
“Oh my God.” She breathed against the mattress as he pounded out the last tremors of his own pleasure. “Oh, yes.” Those were words he heard a lot.
The redhead rolled over on the overly-used mattress and smiled up at Reza through a sleepy, pleasured gaze. Her grin widened like that of a Cheshire cat and she dragged her fingers through her hair. This was the part he loved about sex the most—the way that women treated themselves like goddesses afterward, touching their bodies with awe and recognition of their true feminine power.
The woman giggled, a side effect of intense climax. “You’re a sex demon, aren’t you? I’d heard rumors, but…”
Now it was his turn to grin. “What gave me away? The fact that we’re both pleasured, or that I’m ready for round two?” By now his neighbors at the inn would have guessed the nature of his beast as well.
Chapter 2
Lennox threw open the door to the local brewery and headed toward the bar. Making his way through the crowded establishment, Lennox seated himself next to Emmerie’s brother Zamuel. The man nursed a large mug of mead with a grim expression.
“You look as disgruntled as I feel, brother.”
“Lennox, good to see you. How is my sister? I haven’t seen her out lately.”
His stomach twisted into a knot. “Nothing I do shakes her from the somberness that has hold of her.”
“She has her phases, Lennox. It’s not your fault. Sit here and enjoy a drink with me.”
A muffled scream escaped through the floorboards of the roof. Lennox grabbed the hilt of his sword and leapt off his stool.
Zamuel gripped his arm, halting him in his tracks. “Sit.”
Lennox appraised the stormy expression on his friend’s face, surprised to be restrained. “Explain yourself.”
“The screams have been all evening. Most the time they’re more obviously of pleasure.”
A drunken voice yelled from several seats down, “A damned sex demon is passing through town, that’s what.”
Another patron jabbed a figure at the elderly bartender. “How could you let a sex demon stay here in our town? He’ll corrupt our women.”
“Sounds like he’s already gotten a good start.” Zamuel laughed, but it was a sound of disgust, not amusement.
Lennox sat back down as the bartender placed a full mug in front of him. “There’s no way of knowing for sure that he’s a sex demon. And even if he is, there are discrimination laws, and he’s a paying customer.”
The soft moans coming from the second floor of the inn stirred Lennox with anger and lust. He didn’t know what to do about Em, and his desire for her left him on edge. Lennox lifted the foamy beverage to his lips, drinking off the frustration hanging in his gut.
“Hi, Zamuel.” A slow purr came from behind them, and it was obvious the upstairs sex noise hadn’t only affected the males. Lennox and Zamuel turned to meet the voice.
“You look beautiful this evening, Megara.” His brother-in-law met the woman’s hungry expression.
“Good evening, Lennox. We don’t see you in here often.”
Lennox didn’t bother responding to the lustful, curious gaze she’d pinned on him. He focused on his drink, pounding it down, and thought about how badly he wished Emmerie looked upon his body with the same admiration. He knew he was handsome, damn it, and yet for her, lovemaking seemed a chore. Before they married, he’d thought her chaste, but now he worried more and more about her depression and if he could ever shake her from it.
A door shut upstairs and a local woman, whose name escaped him, walked down the stairs with a blush to rival the redness of her hair. Lennox set his mug on the bar and noted the jealous expression on Megara’s face. And Zamuel…well, he just looked pissed.
“Kat, what are you doing here?” His brother-in-law’s words slurred as he stood to address the woman making the walk of shame. She darted out the door before he could stride toward her.
