by Aubrey Ross
A scalding thrill rolled through Jetrel. Perhaps Sammael would allow him to help punish her. Perhaps they would take turns with her until she saw the error of her ways. Or better yet, they could fuck her together. They could chain her to the ceremonial altar and withhold her pleasure until she was desperate enough to do anything. They’d shared women before—just never Sammael’s mate.
She cried out and the human trembled, his white ass pumping frantically. Finally! They were finishing. The man flexed his hips deeply and shook, letting out a muffled cry.
Jetrel wasn’t sure if Lilith found pleasure or not. She’d certainly been an eager participant.
The human rolled off her, leaving Lilith sprawled in the grass. Her pussy glistened with her essence and the human’s seed. Jetrel felt a heated tingle as his corporeal body tried to materialize.
Her eyes flew wide and her panicked gaze darted toward the man to see if he had noticed the demon manifesting in front of him.
Damn her glorious cunt!
The human was fast asleep, his head pillowed on his arms.
Jetrel finished solidifying and watched Lilith squirm. Oh, bright eyes, you’re going to do a lot of that before I’m through with you.
He crooked his finger.
She shook her head.
Narrowing his gaze to a menacing glower, he mouthed the word now.
* * *
Lilith had never been so miserable in her entire life. She sat in an underground grotto, naked and afraid. Light from somewhere beyond the cave illuminated the pool in which she dangled her legs. At regular intervals, the water surged, washing across the floor and draining into a crevice at the other end of the cavern. The warmth of the pool and its faint pink tinge revealed the source from which it flowed.
Why had Jetrel been the one to find her? Anyone would have been preferable to Jetrel! He had abilities she didn’t possess, didn’t fully understand. He’d simply wrapped his arms around her in the forest, and at the whim of his mind, they’d been transported…here.
He was powerful. Mysterious. A scoundrel. A liar. A spy.
A wide stone ledge ran along the back of the cave, well out of the reach of the water. Jetrel tossed a pouch of food to the ledge and began to undress. “Did you wash the human’s stench from your flesh?”
“I’m not going to fuck you, Jetrel. Just take me back.” The warm surge of the pool inundated her senses and teased her pussy folds. Though the golden male had tried his best, his tender curiosity hadn’t been what she needed at all. She still felt hollow and cold.
“What are you doing so far from home?”
Jetrel stood right behind her. His body heat warmed her back. He didn’t touch her. Was he naked? Why had he brought her here if he didn’t intend—
“You’ll spread your thighs for me when and if I decide that’s what I want, and no, I’m not naked…yet.”
“My mind didn’t used to be this open to you.”
“You’re upset. Tell me why? What were you doing with the human?”
She turned so she could see him. “I would think that much was obvious.”
He wore only a pair of black breeches, which he’d folded up to his knees. His thick blue-black hair flowed to his shoulders, sleek and shiny. The glowing intensity of his eyes accented the blue highlights in his hair.
Hell help her, he was gorgeous. The most desirable male she’d ever known…and he knew it.
Parting in a challenging smile, his sensual mouth revealed startlingly white teeth. “Why the anatomy lesson? By whose authority were you interacting with the man?”
“Did you enjoy spying on me? I know it made you hot. Will you run and tattle to your master about what you saw?”
“I’m not ashamed of what I am, Lilith. Can you say the same?” He paused and his gaze intensified. “Who gave you leave to defile the human?”
“Why do you care? You’ve defiled your share of virgins.”
“Demon virgins. This was different. Why did I find my brother’s mate prowling around in the Light?”
“Don’t you dare speak his name to me! That craven whoreson you call brother was—”
“Shark Clan demon with really big tits?” Jetrel didn’t care to hear the rest of her impassioned rant. Sammael had been fucking Azza for as long as he could remember. The real wonder was that it took Lilith this long to find out. “You knew what he was like when you chose him. Did you honestly expect him to change? He was mated to Tultzif when he spread your thighs for the first time.”
“Well, he’ll never spread them again. I can tell you that much.”
He lost his sarcastic retort as her unexpected declaration took his breath away. Did she realize what she’d just said? Had she meant to renounce Sammael? “Your response to seeing him with Azza was to seduce the human? I still don’t understand.”
She splashed water on her face and scrubbed her arms. Jetrel watched the gentle sway of her breasts. He wanted to palm them and feel her nipples harden. His tongue tingled for the first taste of her firm flesh.
As Sammael’s brother, Jetrel had the right to woo her before she could choose anyone else as her new mate. Jetrel grinned. He suspected this wooing would take a long, long time.
“I didn’t set out to seduce the—what did you call him?”
“Human. Man. God calls him Adam.”
Stepping from the pool, she faced him, her arms folded loosely over her breasts.
“And what does God call you?”
He ignored the old insult. The rumor that he was God’s spy had been around since the Fall. It no longer bothered him. “The same thing he calls you. Demon. But you don’t like that word, do you? How about misunderstood spirit? Fallen angel? Evictee? Pick one.”
“Pain in the ass.”
“If that’s an invitation…I’ll be happy to oblige.”
“You’re disgusting.”
He laughed. “Of course I am. I’m a demon! We’re repulsive, disrespectful, crude, lustful.”
“Do you live in this slimy cave?” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, inadvertently drawing his gaze to the cobalt-blue folds peeking out between her shapely thighs. “Why did you bring me here?”
“Suck my cock and I’ll take you somewhere more appealing.” She glared at him, so Jetrel backed off…a little. Letting his appreciative gaze roam freely over her body, he explained his plan. “My sources say something big is happening tomorrow, so I’m going to hang around for the event. If I take you back now, I’m liable to miss it.”
“But you don’t know what the event is.”
“Correct.”
She arched her eyebrow challengingly. “Who are your sources?”
“Now what kind of a spy would I be if I revealed my sources?”
Lowering her arms to her sides, she moved closer. “Whose side are you on, Jetrel? Light or Dark? Or do you play the ends against the middle?”
Lilith’s fingertips stroked along Jetrel’s arm, across his shoulder and down his spine as she circled behind him. He stood perfectly still, allowing her teasing touch, enjoying it, but carefully resisting the stimulation. “Interesting analogy. If God is on one side and Balam is on the other, who is in the middle?”
“Adam?” she suggested, her silken voice as much a caress as her hand.
Continuing her orbit, her fingers brushing his collarbone. He felt his cock rise and anger flared. “Why not you? Aren’t you the center of the universe, at least in your own eyes?” Reacting to his subtle provocation, she drew back to slap him. He easily caught her wrist. “You hotheaded little bitch. Don’t confuse me with my brother. I don’t enjoy being hit.”
Her eyes blazed. A tiny muscle fluttered just above her jaw. He could almost hear her teeth grinding.
“I don’t know where I am.” She spoke stiffly, her lips barely moving. “Take me back to the bend in the river and I’ll return on my own.”
“You nearly drowned. You’ll never make it.”
She yanked against his restraining
hold. When he wouldn’t release her, she tried to pry his fingers free with her other hand. “I can’t stay here. I won’t! Let go of me.”
“I don’t want to.”
She stopped struggling, her gaze suddenly clouded. “Why?”
“I like having my fingers on you.” He pulled her slowly toward him. “But I think I’ll like having them in you even better.”
Renewing her resistance, she tried to twist away. “I’m your brother’s mate! You can’t—”
“You renounced Sammael in front of me. That’s an open invitation to woo you.” He pressed her against his chest, his hands moving to cup her ass. “I accept.”
Her upper body arched away, which ground her sex against his thigh. I should pull her legs around my waist and fuck her right here, right now. The vivid image in his mind was nearly too powerful to resist. He slid his finger deep into her crack and gently pulled her ass cheeks apart, allowing the humid air of the grotto to tease over her. She quickly smothered a moan.
“I will set Sammael aside, but that doesn’t mean I’ll choose you next.” She sounded muddled, as if the words were meant as much to remind her as to inform him. “I may never choose another mate.”
Possessive passion stirred within Jetrel. Being Lilith’s mate appealed to him far too much. He would surrender control to no one! This slender slip of female was dangerous. “Who said anything about mating? I just want to fuck you.”
She shoved him backward and stomped across the chamber. “Are you always this hateful?” Snatching his tunic off the ledge, she tugged it on over her head.
“I have a proposition for you.” He flashed his most compelling smile.
“I have no interest in your proposition.”
“You haven’t even heard it.”
She mocked him with her smile.
“I have the right to woo you. You cannot fuck anyone else until I’ve had you at least once.”
With an exasperated shriek, she ripped off the tunic and dropped to her hands and knees, presenting him with her rounded ass. “Just get it over with.” She ground out the words and opened her legs.
Jetrel clenched his fists. His cock bucked wildly, demanding he accept her invitation. Her breasts dangled, full and free, waiting for the pressure of his hands, her cunt opened sweetly, even her puckered little asshole was there for the taking.
“Get up,” he growled.
“Get on with it!” She arched her back, lowering her shoulders toward the floor.
Fury beat back his desire. He dropped to his knees behind her, his pants still securely tied. She lowered her head submissively, obviously expecting to be drilled and have it “over with”. Jetrel seethed. He knew a thing or two about control. No female, regardless of how desirable, was going to command him.
His hands shot between her legs and under her belly, clasping her hips. Wedging her thighs wide, he pulled her knees off the floor. She cried out, trying to look back at him. He held her open, utterly at his mercy.
Using the tip of his tongue against her clit, he flicked and circled ruthlessly. Her hips jerked. She gasped and shuddered as he concentrated entirely on that tiny knot of nerves. He lashed and licked. He caught it between his teeth and carefully sucked it into his mouth.
She trembled violently. A sharp cry tore from her throat as her pearly essence released. He closed his eyes and inhaled her musk, savoring the earthy scent and the power of knowing he’d made her cream.
“Jetrel,” she murmured, her voice muffled against her folded arms.
He flipped her onto her back while she was still pliant, draping her legs over his shoulders. He slipped his hands under her, squeezing her sculpted ass as he raised her to his mouth. Her folds were slick, her flavor delicate yet evocative. He swirled and explored every crevice and valley before slowly sinking into her snug core.
Ravenous for the sensual taste of her flesh and encouraged by her rapturous cries, he nearly forgot his purpose. Her pussy rippled around his tongue and he quickly pulled back. She cried out mournfully, arching, following his retreat.
“Please!”
He waited for the sensations to recede, then teasingly circled her entrance, never venturing beyond the sensitive opening. She wiggled. His hands tightened on her ass.
“Are you ready to hear my proposition?” He spoke the words against her flesh, his voice a gentle vibration.
“You want to talk now?”
Lifting his head, he met her gaze as he licked her essence from his lips. He eased her to the smooth stone floor of the cave and pushed two fingers into her clenching pussy. “I want to woo you.”
“You are wooing me.” He flicked her clit. She jumped, releasing a nervous laugh. “What’s your proposition?”
“You offer yourself, without reservation, to my wooing once.” Slowly pulling his fingers out, he stroked her from back to front, ruthlessly avoiding her most sensitive spots.
She licked her lips. “That’s all? I give myself to you once?”
She sounded disappointed. Good! “You surrender yourself—without reservation—to whatever form of wooing I choose. If I satisfy you completely, you offer yourself again. The first time I leave you wanting, in even the smallest measure, our courtship is ended.”
Chapter Three
Lilith stared up at Jetrel, her naked thighs framing his highly defined torso. His blue eyes glowed hypnotically, casting a haze over his angular features. She trembled. Sammael had demanded submission, forced it when she hesitated too long. Jetrel’s proposition was considerably more appealing—and infinitely more dangerous.
How easy it would be to lose herself in him, to forget everything but the pleasure of his touch. She must resist. Regardless of how appealing she found Jetrel, she would control her own future.
“Well?”
“If I refuse?”
He grinned insolently. “Then you remain here until you reconsider.”
Her mouth gaped and she tried to sit. He captured her wrists and spread her arms against the floor, arching over her. “I’m your prisoner?”
“Light comes in through the pool. It’s obviously a way out, but Cat Clan demons aren’t the strongest swimmers, and there’s a powerful current.”
She didn’t really have a choice and he knew it. She had to submit to him once by demonic law or he could simply take her.
Apparently, he preferred his females willing.
He stood and untied the lacings at the front of his pants, his gaze holding hers.
“Will you take me back tomorrow if I submit to you tonight?”
Pushing the garment low on his hips, he paused. “I cannot answer that. Your return isn’t contingent upon your surrender. It hinges on the event.”
“And you don’t know what the event is.”
He nodded. With tantalizing slowness, he eased the fabric away from his erect cock and down along his hips. He tossed the garment to the stone ledge behind him. Her eyes never left his body. Surrounded by a nest of midnight-blue curls, his shaft rose thick and proud. Large and drawn up tightly against his body, his balls revealed how badly he burned for her.
“You have such a beautiful mouth. So full and soft. Offer me your mouth.”
Lilith rose to her knees, carefully keeping her thighs apart, so he could see how wet she was. She licked her lips and left them parted, shiny—available.
He moved in front of her, paused, then fisted the back of her hair. She didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate. Opening wider, she waited.
With the tip of one finger he traced her mouth, sliding easily across her moistened lips. He pushed his finger into the warm interior and she swirled her tongue around the tip. Their gazes fused as he pushed his finger in and out.
“I want to feel this luscious mouth sliding around my cock, but I’m starving for more of your sweet pussy.” He pulled his finger out, motioning toward the cave’s damp floor. “I suppose we’ll have to compromise. Lie down.”
She hesitated. Sammael liked to straddle her face and fuck
her mouth. He’d shove so deeply into her throat she’d nearly suffocate. The more she struggled, the better he liked it.
Jetrel wrapped his arms around her, running his palm down the entire length of her hair. “I’m not my brother. If I displease you, I never get to touch you again. Remember that.”
His reassurance was as unexpected as the tender gesture. Heat swirled through her belly, and her breasts swelled.
Again she cursed the whim of fate that had allowed Jetrel to find her. Jetrel was too unpredictable. Too persuasive. She had to stay in control or he would dominate her with his seduction just as surely as Sammael had with brutality.
Lying on her back, she angled toward the pool as it surged. Warm water bathed her legs, teased her folds, caressed her.
He moved over her, his knees on either side of her head. Grasping the backs of her thighs, he pulled her legs toward her chest, rolling her hips clear off the floor. She gasped. His hands remained firm and insistent, keeping her in the unusual position. His cock bobbed just above her parted lips. Still, he made no move to enter her mouth.
His tongue stroked from her clit to her anus in one slow, thorough sweep. Understanding blossomed with empowering freedom. If she wanted him, he was hers for the taking. He would force nothing on her. She raised her hands to his hips and urged him lower. His cock teasingly grazed her lips.
Again and again he licked her, touched her, but remained only long enough to inflame her senses. She captured the head of his cock with her lips and sucked vigorously. He finally slid deeper into her mouth. He licked, she sucked. He slid his tongue around her clit. She swirled hers around his tip.
It became a dance. He led. She followed. Whatever he did, she mimicked, until they were both writhing and wild. He rocked into her mouth in short, shallow strokes as she tormented him with the firm pressure of her lips and the swirling motion of her tongue. His efforts centered over her swollen clit. Circling the hooded knot expertly, he drove her passion higher.
