Paramour for the Devil

by Savannah Hill

  “I don’t think I’m going.” Aimee brushed Stephen’s light brown hair away from his forehead. “My man could use a little TLC.”

  Damian pulled her toward the doorway and out into the hall. “I need some air,” he muttered in a raw voice without breaking stride, and she followed him in alarm, sick with worry.

  He led her out the front door, breezing past a group of brawny soldiers smoking cigarettes, and brought her around to the far side of the Chevelle. Leaning against the driver’s side door, he stared at the ground for a minute. She watched him in hesitant silence, holding one arm across her waist to grasp her elbow in a skittish stance.

  “I’ve never had a girlfriend before, Haley.” Damian regarded her with dark eyes. She opened her mouth to apologize, but he cut her off. “I don’t know what to do with these feelings.” He looked away from her, shaking his head.

  “I’m sorry.” Her voice came out in a tiny whisper as her heart tightened, bracing herself for what would come next.

  “I want to fucking fight that guy.” He took a jagged breath, rolling his shoulders. “He was all over you, I couldn’t breathe in there.”

  Her heartbeat slowed with relief. “Then…let’s leave.”

  “No.” His tone softened. “You’re all dressed up.” He gazed at her figure with a captivated look.

  “I don’t really want to go to dinner with Talis—”

  Damian lifted his gaze. “He’s going with you?”

  “It’s a group thing. I don’t know half of the people that are going.”

  Damian tightened his jaw, recalling the depraved things Talis had in mind for his girlfriend. “I heard his thoughts.” He spoke through clenched teeth. “It was not anything you’d enjoy.” Her soft lips were at the column of his throat, her feminine fingers trailing up the other side, and he reflexively leaned his body into her as she slid her mouth to his ear.

  “I want to stay with you.”

  Every muscle in his body ached miserably, feverishly hot as the excruciating venom coursed through his system, but it didn’t seem as bothersome when she was close. Intensely craving the comfort of her warm, gripping pussy, he let his palms roam over her body. The delicate fabric of her dress was a maddening barrier, and he went lower until he grazed her silky thighs through the soft fringe at the hem. “I’m ready to throw you in the backseat and fuck you senseless.” Damian drifted his hand underneath her dress and felt a foreign strip of fabric.

  Looking down, he lifted her skirt with curiosity, and discovered black garters, connected to a lacy band at the top of her stockings, running up her creamy thighs. Shackling his raging lust, his gaze flickered to hers. “We’re leaving.” He swiftly lowered her dress back down as his growing cock strained against the inside of his jeans.

  “Haley!” A familiar voice hollered in their direction, and Damian spotted Talis walking toward them with a willful stride.

  “Fuck.”

  Talis made his way around the Chevelle and stopped short at the sight of Haley embracing Damian against the side of the car.

  “I need to talk to you.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She eyed him reluctantly.

  “Please, Haley. It will only take a minute.”

  She stared back at his pitiable expression, chewing on her lower lip, and Damian snorted, shaking his head.

  “Relax, Damian. You’re being a little possessive, aren’t you? Haley and I are old friends.”

  “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

  “Oh, now you speak for her, too?” Talis chuckled. “Haley. That should be another red flag for you.”

  “Actually, we were just leaving.” She gave Damian’s rigid arm a light tug before briskly drifting past Talis to the passenger side.

  He rushed after her. “But we’re going out tonight.”

  “I’m sorry,” Haley whispered, “I’d rather just spend the night with Damian.”

  “So am I supposed to be the one to tell your brothers you just left without saying good-bye?” He flashed her a warm, authoritative look.

  Her gaze dropped to her fingers at the chrome handle with a sudden doubtful expression.

  Talis moved closer to her with a richly deep tone. “He’s keeping you from your family? That’s not good, Hale.”

  The nickname was enough to send him over the edge, but Damian’s vision went red when Talis snaked his hand around her shoulders, drawing her closer.

  Damian grasped his throat, snatching his arm away from Haley before slamming him to the ground.

  “Don’t touch her again.” Damian crouched over him with a death grip on his neck, and Talis clawed at his arm. He glared down with a grave expression. “Stay away from her.”

  Standing up, he watched coldly as Talis spluttered with hacking coughs, and waited for the retaliation brewing in his opponent’s thoughts.

  “You just fucked up.” Talis flung himself forward, staggering into nothing as Damian moved out of the way. He spun around, aiming for another attack, but Damian delivered a crushing blow to his face.

  Talis shook it off and swung at his torso, missing his target and losing his balance.

  Pounding footsteps approached as three burly men scrambled toward him. Two of them lurched past Haley and tackled him to the ground. He slid out from under their smothering grasp.

  Haley spun toward the house, but the third man, built even larger than Talis, towered over her.

  Damian landed a few fierce punches into his attackers’ kidneys and ribs. A bone cracked underneath his knuckles just as Talis drove a powerful shot into his stomach, splitting open the freshly wounded muscles. Blinded with pain, Damian came back at him with vicious intent, savagely beating his face with a heavy fist until he fell to the pavement, his charming features now bloodied and bruised. Through swollen, tear-filled eyes, Talis caught the red stain spreading on his shirt.

  “He’s hurt,” he shouted through the gurgling blood in his throat, “hit him in the stomach!”

  The other two men brutally beat their fists into Damian’s abdomen, bringing him to his knees as his wounds spread open and burning venom flowed through the raw tissue.

  “Get him up!” Talis stood in front of Damian as they grabbed each of his arms.

  “Talis, stop!” Haley’s desperate voice echoed in his ringing ears, and Damian spit out a mouthful of blood, beyond mortified he was getting his ass kicked in front of her.

  Talis leaned in close. “I’m bigger than you, Damian.”

  “No, you’re not,” Haley mumbled, and abruptly gasped as if she hadn’t meant to say it.

  Talis’ head snapped up to look at her. “What was that?”

  Damian let out a throaty laugh.

  Talis hit him hard across the face. “Is that what she told you? You’re the biggest she’s ever had?” He slammed his boot between Damian’s legs, and he doubled over. The men lifted him up as Talis nailed him repeatedly in the groin. “She fucking lied to you!”

  Damian curled into the fetal position as they rained down blows on him, covering his head with his hands.

  A spark of light flashed as Haley burned the massive soldier hovering over her and rushed past him. Cradling his arm, he jerked her backward, lifting her off her feet, and tossed her easily across the driveway. She hit the pavement with a loud smack. Her body lay still on the hard cement.

  A surge of black wrath stormed through Damian. Amid the flurry of fists being thrown at him, he got to his feet.

  Noah rammed his shoulder into the attackers, breaking up their violent assault. He wrestled one of the attackers to the ground and started pummeling him.

  Talis blocked Damian’s path to Haley. Growling, Damian snatched the back of his neck, driving his face to the concrete with a glorious thud at the impact. He burst off the ground, charging wildly into Damian’s bloodied torso.

  “Witch.” The burned man loomed over Haley. He scooped her off the ground, holding her high above his head.

  “No, no, no…” she c
ried out.

  He let go, and she fell through the air.

  Driven by blind adrenaline, Damian shoved past Talis and got to her just in time, holding her a few inches above the ground. Determination swirling in his chest, he gently laid her down and stepped over her. He launched himself at the burned man, crushing his face with a murderous fist.

  Talis followed right behind, battering Damian’s wounds. He turned as Haley jumped on Talis’ back, wrapping her legs around his middle, and threw her arm under his chin, clasping her wrist and hitching it tight around his throat.

  Talis choked out a scream and reached backward to wrestle her off him. He heaved himself back at the pavement, attempting to crush her beneath him.

  Damian jerked him forward, allowing Haley to slide her legs safely to the ground before he belted him in the rib cage. The burned man grabbed Damian from behind, firmly holding him by the side of his throat, rendering him immobile by digging his oversized knuckles into the tender wounds on his back.

  “Her mouth is so good, right, Damian?” Talis laughed maniacally through the broken bones in his face. “She really knows how to use that tongue. Sign of a true sex slave, huh? I went real deep throat on that one.” He stepped closer, joyfully watching him writhe in pain at the fists bearing into his back. “I rammed my giant dick down her tight little throat. All the way—”

  Talis’ speech was cut off as Damian broke free from the giant and wrenched his jaw open, causing it to unhinge before throwing him to the ground, violently kicking him in the throat and chest. Talis stopped struggling, barely conscious, and Damian relentlessly beat his broken, unmoving body. Outnumbered, the giant backed away, fleeing down the winding driveway.

  “Damian.”

  He halted at Haley’s voice. The blinding hatred faded as he stared into her face.

  “I’m sorry.” His vision cleared, only to cloud with fear as he watched her stunned expression over Talis’ wheezing body.

  “Noah?” Ginger exclaimed from the doorway. She ran to his side while he beat a man on the ground, pounding him unconscious. He stood up, smiling at her look of frantic worry.

  “I think you taught that boy quite a lesson,” Noah drawled to him, rubbing his bruised knuckles.

  Damian flashed him a serious glare. “He’s still breathing.” The sound of Talis’ rough, choking breath followed his defensive reply.

  Noah nodded at him obligingly, cocking his head toward Haley. “You two get out of here.” A winsome smile spread across his face. “Go rest up, champ. I’ll call the boss; get some Healers out here for these poor bastards.” He looked back at Ginger. “Come on, gorgeous.” He bit his lip with a growl. “Why don’t we go have some victory sex?”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Adrenaline intertwined with dragon venom surged powerfully through Damian’s body. His blood-soaked shirt stuck to his wounded abdomen, and his heart ached at the memory of Haley’s reaction to his bloodlust-driven assault on Talis. She’d looked at him as if he was a monster. A tight constriction in his chest strangled his breath as he comprehended the idea he might lose her.

  “Let’s go.” Haley’s tone was laced with emotion as she nodded toward the Chevelle.

  He was certain she planned to break up with him as soon as they got in the car. He limped toward the driver’s side and slid into the soft leather seat. He shifted the Chevelle into reverse, mindfully easing around the unconscious bodies lying in his path as he backed up, and moved the chrome shifter into gear with a shaking hand.

  The hot sun had already set over the horizon, and Haley gazed out the window with a solemn expression.

  “I shouldn’t have started the fight.” His bloodied knuckles had gone white as he gripped the steering wheel. He struggled to hide the exposed emotion on his features.

  Haley clicked open her seat belt. “It isn’t your fault.” The sugary sound took him by surprise, and his heart raced as she shifted in her seat, moving closer to him.

  “You don’t need to be involved in a jealous brawl.” A stab of pain bled into his voice as he recalled the horrified look she’d given him.

  With a pouty expression of concern, she leaned smoothly across the center console. “But you saved me.” Her hands glided loose the leather strap of his belt and opened his zipper. He sucked in a sharp breath.

  “What are you doing?” His voice was barely a whisper.

  “Shh.”

  He grew firm in her delicate hands as she pulled his cock free from his boxers and slowly slid her mouth over it, pushing him down her throat.

  He couldn’t see clearly, using what little strength he had to focus on the road while she sucked him, kissing his tip with her luxuriously full lips. Her tongue ran in maddening strokes around him, licking and darting her tongue into the slit before taking him into her mouth. He felt the back of her throat, tensing his sore body as she drew him in even further.

  I’m the only one she does this for. The thought filled him with prideful euphoria as he drove onto his property and pulled to a stop in front of the garage.

  “OK.” He eased her mouth off his throbbing dick, and she moved back to her seat, her red lips swollen from the feverish job she’d been giving him. He cut the engine, leaving the headlights on, and Haley bit her bottom lip, gazing out the windshield.

  Provoked by her angelic expression after the purely sinful things she’d just done to him, he advanced toward her, sliding a bruised hand into her lusciously soft hair and gripping the thick cinnamon tresses in his fist. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth, restlessly moving a hand to her inner thigh. He roughly grasped her panties in his fist, and she jumped as the silky fabric strained against her private area before snapping apart.

  The metallic taste of blood mingled with their kiss, and Haley found his tongue, caressing it with hers as his fingers brushed across her bare pussy. His cock demanded immediate attention, and he pulled away to open his car door. She swiveled in her seat, reaching for her own door handle.

  “No.” He lifted her across the console, bringing her with him as he stepped out. His dick hung out of his open zipper, and he swept his arm under her knees, carrying her to the illuminated front of his car. When he set her down on the hood, Haley laid back against the glossy paint, spreading her legs. The fringed hem of her dress splayed across her naked sex, and he groaned softly, gazing down at the lingerie on her legs, holding his cock to linger at her entrance.

  “Please.” She eagerly ran her fingers down to her perfectly waxed pussy, inching up her dress, then spread the supple lips apart for him. “Please, Damian.” Her gaze fell to his dick, resting in his palm, turning almost purple at the swelling pressure coursing through it.

  “Are you begging me?” He smirked, and she gave a frustrated breath, flustered by his game, letting her fingers glide hungrily over her clit. His need for her became painful, and Damian ran his palm over his jaw, observing her with ravenous restraint.

  “Yes.” She gave in with a whimper, desperately touching herself. “Please, yes, I’m begging you.”

  Letting his cock hang erect in the air, he grasped her delicate wrists with both of his hands, holding them above her head against the warm metal, and leaned over her, delicately touching his aching erection where her fingers had been. She stared up at him.

  “Fuck me.” Haley narrowed her eyes, and a broad smile crossed his lips.

  “Or you’ll what?” His whisper was challenging, laced with his own fervent desire.

  She gazed at him in helpless silence with her arms pinned under his grasp and his cock grazing her ever so slightly. She tilted her heated flesh closer to him, and Damian growled at the friction, enjoying her struggle.

  “Please.” She sounded feral, trembling.

  Moving his mouth across her heaving cleavage, finding her nipples hard and straining against the thin fabric of her dress, he dragged his teeth over one of them, gratified by the frenzied cry that escaped her lips. Haley writhed beneath him, cheeks flushed a deep pink, fierce
ly biting her lip, evidence of an unsatisfied carnal thirst.

  Releasing her wrists, he wanted to see her perfect body stripped naked, and his fingers hooked into the material that masked her perky tits, ripping it apart. Haley leaned up on her elbows with a gasp of surprise at his barbaric gesture, her bared breasts bouncing with the sudden movement, and he buried his face in them, ripping the rest of her skirt as he moved his mouth further down.

  She sat up, letting her hair fall around her face as he traveled lower, her arms at her sides, palms flat against the shiny hood. The thin straps of her ruined dress slid off of her shoulders, leaving her in just a lacy garter belt, stockings, and heels. He teased her with his tongue, wickedly darting it across every part of her except her clit.

  “Please…” She held his head in her hands, running her fingernails over his buzzed hair as his coarse whiskers brushed against the silky skin between her legs, and he listened to her plea, pressing his face into her. With a drawn out moan, she dug her glossy nails into his shoulders. The maddeningly dull sting of them raged through the veins in his cock, and he found himself itching to spank her.

  Her taste had him growling with his own need, and Damian stood, taking in the sight of her. Sweet, beautiful Haley, practically naked on the hood of his car, begging him to fuck her. He let her reach for his cock, and she brought his agonizingly swollen tip to penetrate her just slightly.

  “Are you going to fuck me?” Her voice came out in a broken whisper.

  Damian groaned at her lustful misery, unable to hold back any longer, and shoved his cock into her.

  “Damian.” Her lips called out his name automatically, a fact that filled him with pride, and he pushed deeper. “Yes…oh my God.” Her face fell softly against his shoulder.

  “You like my cock, Haley?” He slowly slid out of her before sinking inside, flush with the heady confidence of owning her with his dick.

  “Yes, I love it.” She whimpered. “I love it so much.”

  “Beg me, Haley.” Damian could hear his own ragged breath, driving into her while his belt buckle rattled against her inner thigh.