Alistair’s Bed

by Susan Hayes

  “I see. I would have liked to see your world, but I guess that’s just not to be.” She lifted her head to look at him. “Is there a succubus waiting for you back there? Someone special?”

  “You mean a mate?” He blinked, surprised at her question. “No, I hadn’t taken a mate. I was still too young to have really considered it. If I hadn’t been trapped here, I may have by now but there was no woman I had found to capture my attention that way. And incubi do not mate with succubi; it’s an almost impossible pairing.”

  Keri’s brow furrowed. “Impossible? I would think it would be ideal. Both of you need the same thing to survive. Why doesn’t it work?”

  “If I were to bed a succubus, she would be feeding off of my pleasure while I fed off hers, but the longer it went on, the more we would drain from each other. It tends to end in two very exhausted daemons who have expended more energy than they gained.” Alistair grinned at her. “When we are first learning to control our powers such pairings are actually encouraged, mostly because they keep young sex daemons too tired to molest the rest of the population. Such pairings are also always sterile, so if we wish to have children, we need to find mates outside our own daemon type.”

  “So one of your parents wasn’t...what you are?”

  “My father is an incubus, as I am. My mother is what you would call an angel. She feeds on feelings of love.”

  “Your mother is an angel? How does that even work?”

  He laughed at her puzzled expression, burying his hand in her hair and tugging her head back for a kiss before answering her question. “Remember I told you, demons and angels are not the way you think of them. We are all daemons, a single race with many types. The world doesn’t end if what you call a demon and an angel share a bed, though I will confess there were those in both their Houses who were less than pleased about it.

  My parents have been together for many centuries, but there are still those who do not approve of their mating. They have fights that could set the sky afire sometimes, but they have always found a way to cope with their differences.

  I have half siblings on both sides from previous pairings, brothers and sisters far older than I am. Near immortality makes a lifelong commitment a far greater challenge than for you mortals, so there are few among my kind who makes the choice to bind their souls to each other in a permanent mating. My parents chose to do so before I was born. They will be bound until death finds them, or time ends.”

  “They bound their souls? What does that mean?”

  He answered by lifting her small hand and threading their fingers together, closing his hand around hers to lock them together. “It is more than a temporary pairing; it means that their two souls are linked together so tightly that nothing can part them. They can share everything they are with each other. There can be no secrets, no lies. And if one of them should be killed, the other will follow them into death, they cannot exist without each other.”

  Her fingers tightened around his and she sighed softly. “It sounds amazing, and terrifying at the same time. Do you think you’d want to be bound that way? Or will you go back to the way it was before you were caught?”

  “It is very rare for my daemon type to bind their soul to another. Temporary matings do happen, but they usually last only a century or two. I admire what my parents have, but I’ve never thought about it for myself. If my father is to be believed though, the sex is so amazing it makes up for the lack of variety.”

  Keri’s eyes widened and she blushed bright pink. “Your father actually said that?”

  “He did. He’s a very outspoken fellow; it comes with his age and power. There are few who would argue with him, save for my mother. She is completely unimpressed by his power or his temper. Watching them together is a joy.”

  “I wish I had such memories of my family. I never knew my mother, and my father I don’t really remember at all. He died in a car accident when I was young.

  His mother, my Gran raised me here in this house. I was always yearning to get away to the big city, to go live in Vancouver where things seemed so much more interesting.”

  Keri laughed softly, her eyes closing as she snuggled closer to him. “It took me a long time to finally come home, but I always was a slow learner.”

  She drifted off to sleep then, and Alistair cradled her close, letting her rest as he flipped on the television and let the information flow over him. He could feel the energy she had given him so freely surging through his body, rebuilding and revitalizing him.

  He would let her sleep for now, but he could already sense his hunger for her body growing. Just thinking about her soft skin and the way she cried out his name in the thrall of her pleasure made his cock ache and his heart beat faster. She was as addictive as any drug. His gaze drifted over her sleeping form and he brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek. He had to find a way to break the spells soon. The longer he spent with Keri, the harder it was going to be to leave her.

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  CHAPTER 6

  When Keri woke up her thoughts were all in a confused tangle. It was bright and sunny outside and she wasn’t alone in bed. It took her a moment to shake loose the cobwebs of sleep and remember everything that had happened since yesterday. She turned her head and opened her eyes to find herself lost in a pair of golden brown eyes that stared down into hers.

  “Hello beautiful,” Alistair greeted her with a smile just before his lips touched hers, sending sparks throughout her body.

  “Now that’s the best way to be woken up, ever.” She kissed him back and laughed. “How long was I asleep?”

  “Just an hour or so, you needed the rest.” His grin turned wicked as his fingers slid underneath her shirt to cup one breast. “I thought it best I let you sleep, so you could be ready for the rest of my plans for today.”

  “And just what were those plans? My memory is a bit fuzzy on the details.” She teased him as she basked in the flames of desire that flared in his eyes.

  “I intend to remove these clothes, carry you back outside and have you out there on the deck.” He pinched her nipple, making it harden beneath his fingers.

  “And then when we’re all hot and tousled from that, I am going to take you again, up against the wall of that shower you showed me earlier.” Her skin flushed hot and she moaned softly in response to his words.

  “Oh yes, that plan.” She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and tried to remember to breathe. “I remember now.” Keri’s hands went to her jean’s zipper and started to undo them, only to feel Alistair’s hand release her breast and cover her hands, stopping her.

  “I’ll do it.” He told her in a voice gone low and rough. He rolled off the bed and helped her up, standing her by the bed.

  “Hands at your sides, no helping.” He instructed her, his hands smoothing her sleep jumbled waves of hair back from her face. Alistair moved to stand behind her, his lips brushing the nape of her neck as his hands slid down her sides to take hold of the bottom of her t-shirt. He removed it slowly, letting his fingers brush over her breasts as he drew it higher.

  “Lift your arms,” he murmured near her ear. Keri complied, her heart racing as her arms reached over her head.

  He tugged her shirt off and tossed it aside, drawing her hands back down to her sides before nuzzling his face into her hair. His hands came around to cup her breasts again and she could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her back. He shifted his hips, rubbing along her body. Warm breath feathered against her skin and Keri mewled in pleasure, surprising herself.

  “You’re enjoying this?” He asked as his lips brushed her throat.

  “Mmhmm,” she almost purred her response as warmth and desire flooded her body.

  His thumbs circled her nipples in concert, drawing another small moan from her lips. She arched her back, arching her generous curves into his hands and swaying her hips to rub up against his crotch.

  Alistair’s mouth found her earlo
be, sucking it into his mouth and nibbling on the edge. His fingers pinched her nipples lightly and then moved between them to undo the clasp of her bra. He brushed the straps down over her shoulders, releasing her breasts. “These are beautiful, if I had my way you would not bind them as you do.”

  Keri laughed and glanced down at her chest. “If I didn’t, I’d bounce all over the place.”

  “Exactly.” Alistair didn’t hide his amusement at their conversation. “I could watch these bounce for hours.” He ran his hands down her arms and over her stomach, stopping when he reached the tops of her jeans.

  She let out a small gasp of breath as one hand slid lower, cupping her mound against his palm. Strong fingers pressed the seam of her jeans against her clit and he pressed his hips tighter against her back, pushing her up against his hand.

  Keri shivered, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs and tug him closer. She’d never imagined how erotic being undressed could be. The few lovers she had, had always considered clothes an inconvenience to be dealt with as quickly as possible; preferably with the lights out to avoid any embarrassment on either side.

  With Alistair though, it was all so different. Her heart tightened in her chest as she reminded herself again that she had promised to find a way to free him, that what they had was only temporary. Then his mouth was gliding over her skin and his hands were peeling away her jeans and she left rational thought behind.

  His hand was between her legs before her jeans hit the floor, his talented fingers slipping between her already wet folds to stroke and tease. His clothes vanished and she leaned into him, skin to skin. Keri shuddered, her knees nearly buckling as an orgasm tore through her with the force of a summer storm. His arm wrapped around her, holding her up as she cried out his name, his fingers slick with her arousal.

  Before she could catch her breath he had her in his arms, carrying her outside. Alistair looked longingly at the soft grass just beyond the deck, clearly wishing he could reach it. Instead he lowered her to one of the wrought iron chairs and knelt between her legs, his hands coaxing her to the edge of the seat and spreading her thighs wide.

  Keri reached for him, her fingers stroking through his hair, brazenly drawing his head down to where she ached for him to be. His tongue flicked rapidly over her clit and she cried out sharply at the pleasure of it. He pressed a finger inside, then two, never stopping the assault on her clitoris with his fast moving tongue. His plan was clear to her; he wanted her to come undone, to lose herself until they were both beyond reason, beyond thinking.

  Barely able to breathe, Keri let her head fall back, her eyes closing in bliss as her entire world shrank down to the feel of his mouth on her flesh and the fire his touch kindled deep inside her body. Without thinking her hands left his hair, her fingers wrapping around his horns as she sought something to cling to. She felt Alistair shudder and a wild moan rose up from his chest. He suckled her sweet flesh deep into his mouth, his tongue mercilessly teasing her clitoris as he drove his fingers in and out of her in rhythm that demanded her surrender.

  “Alistair!” She moaned his name and her entire body tensed against the orgasm that was building within her. Half wild with need she bucked her hips against his mouth, her inner walls tightening around his fingers with exquisite pressure. He curved his fingers and sent her senses screaming as his teeth closed gently around her clitoris.

  She came hard, barely managing to muffle her screams behind her lips at the last minute as body and mind shattered into crystalline shards of pure bliss. Her world went grey; and it was a long few minutes before she could piece herself back together enough to even lift her head and smile down at a very smug daemon, still kneeling between her thighs.

  Without a word he rose up and kissed her tenderly, his arms gathering her close and drawing her down into his lap. She let her legs span his, using her body to guide him back, laying him down beneath her as she answered his kiss with one of her own. Neither of them spoke, using touch and gesture to communicate as she straddled his hips, his thick length trapped beneath. His hands found her breasts, fondling them, letting their weight fall into his palms. She rewarded him with a slow circle of her hips, rubbing herself along his cock. When he growled in pleasure she lifted herself higher, guiding him to her opening with slow movements until his thick head was pressed just a scant inch inside her.

  Feeling wickedly brazen, Keri held herself above him, loving the way his eyes watched her every move. She felt his cock twitch and knew he was waiting for her, letting her control this moment. A wanton smile curved her lips as she sat looked down at him, letting herself slide down his shaft an inch at a time.

  Alistair watched raptly, his eyes never leaving the place that they were joined Finally he arched his hips playfully, making her breasts move. “Bounce for me.” He grinned up at her.

  “Brat!” She exclaimed and then broke into peals of laughter.

  His hands moved to her hips, coaxing her to move. “I am, though no one but my mother would ever dare say it aloud before today.”

  Still laughing, she stuck out her tongue at him and rolled her hips, shuddering as another wave of pleasure flowed through her. Soon she was moving faster, her hands wrapped around his strong wrists to keep her balance.

  She rode him like a galloping stallion, his answering thrusts driving him deep inside her as they both raced towards release.

  She felt him stiffen and his eyes met hers, the fire burning in their depths a warning that he was nearing his breaking point. His hands left her hips to capture her breasts in his hands, his fingers rolling and pinching at her nipples.

  Feeling his hands on her again sent Keri spinning off into another orgasm, her thighs gripping his hips tightly as she ground herself over him, leaning down to kiss him and scream her pleasure into his mouth. Alistair’s hips slammed upward, lifting them both from the deck as he came, his semen pouring into her and she knew that at the same time he took her energy and fed on it until he was sated.

  Keri half tumbled into his arms, her limbs rag doll limp and a smile on her face. “That was amazing.” She murmured and brushed her lips to his broad chest. He tasted of musk and salt, both their bodies slick with sweat from the summer sun and their recent exertion.

  His arms wrapped around her, holding her to him as they lay together in the afterglow, his hands smoothing up and down her bare back. “You’re amazing. Watching you orgasm is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. If I cannot free myself, then promise me I can watch you do that every day and I will be content with my lot.”

  She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “I promise, if we can’t free you I’ll do all I can to make you happy.” A surge of sadness filled her and she fought to hide her feelings before they showed on her face. “But I know we’ll find a way, and then you can go home.”

  He reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her damp cheek, tracing the form of her face with his fingertips. “I hope you’re right, I’ve been gone too long already.”

  A gentle silence fell between them, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Eventually Keri moved, separating their bodies with reluctance. “You can’t be comfortable lying like this. Why don’t we go back inside?”

  “Your skin is too fair to be out here much longer, already I can see you’ve gone pink.” He touched her shoulder and nodded in agreement. “And I believe I had plans for us in that shower of yours.”

  “You’re insatiable.” She informed him with a squeal of delight as he scooped her back into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.

  “Incubi usually are.” He grinned down at her. “We have to eat when we can, only those with mates know when we’re going to find our next meal.”

  “Oh lovely, I’m a meal now?”

  “A very tasty one.” Alistair set her down and swatted her playfully on the rump as he pointed to the shower. “Now, show me how this works, I fear I’m getting hungry again.”

  “And you complained
I was pushy!” She grumbled playfully as she showed him how to adjust the water’s temperature and turn the shower on.

  "The moment she declared the water hot enough she found herself lifted her into the shower by a pair of powerful hands and seconds later he had followed her in, crowding the space with his six and a half foot frame. She reached past him and found the soap, lathering it in her hands and smoothing it over his shoulders, enjoying the excuse to explore his body.

  She worked her way lower, keeping the soap away from him despite several attempts to take it from her. “Uh-uh, it’s your turn to be patient,” she informed him with a wink and a grin.

  Alistair shot her a disgruntled look and relented, surrendering to her ministrations. Soon he was moaning at her touch, clearly enjoying her attentions as she felt his muscles relax beneath her hands. She was enjoying herself too; letting her hands glide all over Alistair’s sculpted body. She glanced up to his face, noting the closed eyes and relaxed smile on his handsome face.

  She let her hands drift lower, saw the catch in his breathing as her fingers caressed his balls. A wicked thought flashed through her mind and she acted before she could reconsider, dropping to her knees and wrapping her lips around his semi hard cock, her soap covered hands cupping his scrotum at the same time.

  Alistair startled and groaned, his cock hardening instantly. He leaned back against the tiles of the shower stall, his hips already rocking lightly against her mouth. Hot water streamed down their bodies, adding another layer of stimulation to the experience. Enjoying the power she held, Keri got busy, her tongue stroking over every inch of hard flesh.

  “Keri.” He growled her name as she sucked on him hard, her teeth lightly raking over his sensitive glans. “By Styx woman, don’t stop.”

  Her response was a low laugh she knew would vibrate through him, and she was pleased to note it made his thighs quake in response. He gripped the soap dish with one hand, the other reaching down to rest on her head, shielding her face from the continuous cascade of water. Over and over her tongue measured his length, only pausing to flick rapid-fire over the tip of his penis, lapping at it until he groaned in pleasure.