Deal With the Devil

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Yes,” I murmured, leaning toward him. “Please.”

  Jude smiled and leaned forward to suck my bottom lip gently into his mouth. In the long, breathless kiss that followed my nipples hardened under the silky red blouse and my pussy began to get wet and hot. It had been a week and a half since we’d made love but my entire body ached for his. And since Jude was touching me, I knew that he knew it.

  “I ache for you too, beloved,” he murmured, kissing his way from my mouth to the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “Will you allow me to taste you again?”

  I knew he wasn’t talking about my mouth and desire flared along my nerve endings. “I don’t know,” I said, trying to think clearly while he was nibbling my neck. “Maybe…maybe we should take things slow.”

  “You promised you would allow me to earn back your trust,” he pointed out, breathing the words in my ear. “There can be no position more trusting than opening yourself for me and allowing me to taste your pussy.”

  “God,” I moaned as he began unbuttoning my blouse. “I don’t know, Jude. It just seems like…like if we’re not careful we’ll—”

  “Fall back in love?” He was on his knees now on the kitchen floor in front of me. “Luz, I never stopped loving you. Never stopped wanting you.”

  “I never stopped for you either,” I admitted with a sigh as he spread the blouse apart, baring my breasts. “Even when I thought…when I had the wrong idea about you.”

  “I am happy to correct your misconceptions.” He kissed the skin between my breasts and then nuzzled his face against me. “You’re so soft here. I love the scent of your skin.”

  I moaned again as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and teased the other one by pinching it lightly. God, when he did that it felt like I had a direct circuit connecting my breasts and my sex. It made me incredibly wet to look down and see my nipple disappearing into his mouth. I buried my fingers in his thick blond hair and pressed my breasts up and out, offering myself to him.

  “Yes,” he whispered, releasing one nipple and nuzzling the other. “I like when you think like that, Luz. I like the idea of you offering yourself to me.”

  Knowing that he could read my mind while we touched so intimately was a surprising turn-on. It certainly answered any questions I might have had about why he was such an excellent lover. He could tell immediately what was working for me and what wasn’t.

  “Attention to detail is important too,” Jude murmured, releasing my other nipple. “And a great deal of patience.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t you ever get tired of taking it slow with me? Don’t you ever want to just fuck—hard and fast?”

  Jude’s eyes gleamed. “We may get to that eventually but why would I want to rush when your pleasure is also mine? I love to take my time, pushing you higher and higher until I feel you lose control.” He pulled back and put his hands on my hips, urging me to stand. Then he turned me to face the kitchen table and reached around to unbutton my skirt.

  I looked over my shoulder. “What…what are you doing?”

  “What do you think?” He gave me a slow smile, his eyes hooded with lust as he helped me step out of the skirt and pulled down the plain cotton panties I’d been wearing. “Do you trust me, Luz?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, biting my bottom lip. “I mean, I think so.”

  “Good. Then lean over the table and spread your legs.”

  I did as he asked, my heart thundering in my ears. Jude stayed where he was on the floor behind me, his big, warm hands stroking over my ass and thighs in a slow, soothing caress. I had never imagined it this way but the feeling of him behind me, of his hands on my skin and his breath warm against my legs, was strangely erotic.

  “Is this all right?” he murmured, kissing my inner thigh. “Your thoughts are chaotic. Do you mind being taken from behind?”

  “I-I don’t think so,” I whispered as he kissed me again.

  “Good,” he said again. “Then I need you to trust me even more. Spread your legs wider and arch your back so I can reach you.”

  I did as he said, biting my lower lip as I felt his mouth higher on my thighs. I hadn’t had a wax in a while and his warm breath stirred the sensitive curls that decorated my mound, making me shiver. I wondered if Jude liked me like this, more natural and less waxed within an inch of my life.

  “Oh yes, I like it very much,” he answered my thought. “I think you’re more sensitive this way.” He stroked my curls lightly with his fingertips and I gasped at the ticklish sensation. “See?” he murmured. Then I felt his big hands on me, his thumbs gently spreading my pussy lips to bare my slippery inner folds.

  It was different this time, maybe because of the unusual position. But after a few hot, open-mouthed kisses, Jude’s fingers took the place of his lips. He circled my clit with a single fingertip, using a slow, infinitely patient rhythm that had me gasping in no time. I wondered where his mouth had gone but I didn’t have to wait long to find out. I think I moaned his name as his tongue slipped inside me and then I was completely consumed by pleasure and couldn’t think straight anymore.

  Jude fucked me with his tongue for what felt like an eternity. And all the while his fingers were slipping over my swollen folds, teasing my throbbing clit until I thought I would explode. Was he trying to drive me crazy?

  “Yes,” I heard him murmur as he pulled away for a moment. “That is exactly what I am trying to do, Luz. I want to make you so hot you can’t help coming for me. Can you do that? Can you come while I eat your sweet pussy?”

  “God,” I moaned, my hips moving uncontrollably. “Yes, just don’t stop!”

  “I won’t stop until you come for me.” He went back to tongue-fucking me and his fingers began to move in a faster rhythm. I balled my hands into fists, wishing there was something to hold on to but the tabletop was slick wood with nothing to grab. All I could do was try to brace myself for the orgasm I could feel building like a storm cloud inside me.

  At last it came, drenching me in pleasure like a warm rain. I cried out, my hips bucking fiercely and knew that Jude could feel me contracting around him as the waves of sensation swept over me.

  He stayed with me for the duration, lapping and sucking, swallowing my honey eagerly and no doubt feeding from my pleasure as well. Surprisingly, the thought didn’t bother me in the least. Instead, I felt a warm kind of satisfaction knowing that the pleasure I felt was more than mine and that Jude was getting as much out of it as I was.

  “As much and more,” he murmured, stroking my thighs and giving me one last, lingering kiss. “Thank you for trusting me again, Luz.”

  “You’re welcome. Although it seems like I ought to be thanking you.” I turned around on shaky legs and almost fell. Quicker than thought, Jude caught me and settled into one of the high-backed kitchen chairs with me in his lap. Since I was straddling him, it reminded me of the time we’d spent together in my apartment. I wiggled against him, loving the feel of his hard shaft under the faded denim jeans he wore.

  “Mmm.” Jude kissed my mouth, sharing my flavor with me and making me hot all over again. “If you keep that up, I might ask you to trust me in a whole different way.”

  “What did you have in mind?” I knew we were getting in deeper and deeper but I couldn’t seem to care. All I knew was that I was on fire for him, that I couldn’t stop wanting him.

  “I can’t stop wanting you either,” he murmured, looking into my eyes. “I want to be inside you, Luz. I want to feel you coming around my cock the way you just did around my tongue.”

  I loved the way he told me exactly what he wanted and the way his eyes captured mine and wouldn’t let me go. “We shouldn’t,” I whispered, knowing that I wanted to anyway. “We have to be careful. The bond—”

  “Won’t be formed unless you take some of my blood,” Jude assured me, kissing me again. “You don’t have to worry, Luz. It’s safe for me to come inside you.”

  “God.” I bit my bottom lip again, feeling a surge of
pure lust roll through me. I wanted him so badly! Too badly to say no.

  “Then say yes, instead.” Jude rolled his hips, pressing the hard ridge of his shaft up against my bare pussy. “Let me in, Luz. Or would you prefer to have me chained to the bed again?”

  “No,” I said in a shaky voice. “No, I think…I think this will be okay. As long as you’re not on top of me.”

  “That’s all right,” Jude murmured as I reached down and began to work on the fastening to his jeans. “I prefer to have you on top anyway. I love to watch you ride me.”

  He kicked off his jeans and I said, “Shirt too,” and helped him take it off. And then he lifted me by the hips and settled me carefully down on his cock.

  I moaned softly as I felt him breach my entrance and slide slowly into me. We were having sex for only the second time but already my body seemed to know his and he entered me much more easily than during our previous encounter. Jude was still extremely careful though.

  “Gently, beloved,” he murmured, watching my face as he entered me. “Slowly. Let me fill you up slowly.”

  I threw back my head and moaned at the exquisite torture of him entering me, stretching me, inch by thick inch. “Jude,” I gasped as he finally filled me to the hilt. “God, you feel so good inside me.”

  “I could say the same to you,” he murmured, looking into my eyes. “I love the way you caress me, the way you’re so tight and hot. And I especially love the way you get so wet for me.”

  “I can’t help myself,” I said as he began a slow, grinding rhythm, pressing up and into me in short, deep thrusts. “The way you talk to me…the things you say.”

  He smiled. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, Luz?”

  “Yes,” I admitted, closing my eyes and gripping his shoulders. “God, yes, I do.”

  “Open your eyes, beloved,” he said, stroking up into me. “Look at me while I fill you with my cock.”

  I moaned softly and opened my eyes, meeting Jude’s hooded gaze. His own eyes were as red as coals, glowing with a soft light I was beginning to find very beautiful. His hands gripped my hips and he began to talk, telling me exactly what he liked to do to me and how good I felt wrapped around his shaft.

  “I never want this to end,” he murmured, looking into my eyes as he filled me. “I could stay inside you for hours, taking you right to the edge and then pulling back at the last moment. I love to watch your beautiful face while I make love to you, love to see your expression when I fill you with my cum.”

  “Everyone knew,” I whispered, gripping his shoulders. “That it was a vamp who had taken my virginity. They…I guess they could smell you on me.”

  He growled approvingly. “That’s very, very good. I want to mark you with my scent. I don’t want anyone to doubt that you’re mine.”

  “So now you own me?” I asked, gasping at a particularly deep thrust. It was surprising that I was able to keep up a conversation but the slow, steady rhythm Jude was using seemed meant to prolong our passion, not to drive it to the peak right away.

  “If I do, then you own me as well,” he answered softly. “We belong to each other—belong together.”

  “I like that idea,” I admitted breathlessly. “Oh! God, that feels so good. Harder!”

  “Like this?” He gripped my hips and pulled me down as he began to speed up. And then he was getting even deeper into me although it hardly seemed possible. “Is this how you like it, Luz?” he growled. “You want me to fuck you hard, to fill you up?”

  “Yes…God, yes.” His slight shift in posture had created a whole new delicious friction. I could feel him rubbing against my clit, pressing the sensitive little bud in just the right way. And suddenly the pleasure that had been building slowly but steadily came to a shattering peak. I gasped as the orgasm took me by surprise, slamming into me with the force of a runaway truck and making me moan and writhe against Jude shamelessly.

  “That’s right,” he groaned, looking into my eyes. “Come for me. Come on my cock while I fill you up.”

  I felt the warm, wet pulsating sensation deep inside me and knew that he had allowed my orgasm to trigger his own and he was filling me with his cum. It was a delicious sensation and it came with the feeling of being owned but not just owned—loved and cherished too. I knew that as long as I was with Jude, he would always put my pleasure and comfort first. That he would protect and care for me and accept me for who I was—broken or not, he loved me.

  And I loved him.

  “I love you too, Luz,” he murmured, looking into my eyes as our mutual pleasure ebbed. “I was half crazy with grief without you. Never leave me again.”

  “I won’t,” I said, and bit him hard on the neck.

  He gasped and bucked under me as my mouth filled with the delicious dulce de leche taste of his blood. I felt a tingling like I had when he had healed me but it was all over my body, everywhere at once. And then I heard him, but not with my ears. Love you so much, beloved. The feel of you, the taste of you, your cunt wrapped around my cock, your teeth in my throat. Yes, yes, yes. Forever…I want you forever.

  I want to be with you forever too, I thought to him. And I knew I would be. The bond between us had been forged and it was something that could never be broken, something that would never fade or disappear. It was forever and that was exactly what I wanted with Jude.

  Epilogue

  It took a little while to get used to our new bond because every time I touched Jude, I could hear what he was thinking. At first it was really distracting but he promised to help me learn to control it—like turning the volume on a radio up or down, he said. It was a little confusing and chaotic but I didn’t really mind because almost every time I touched him, he was thinking of how much he wanted me. So the result of my new touch-telepathy was a lot of incredibly hot sex.

  For a while I felt like I was making up for lost time, for the years when I had longed to be touched but couldn’t stand it. When I told Jude that, he agreed we should definitively make up for my years of self-imposed abstinence by making love as often as possible—not that I needed much convincing. He continued to let me chain him to the bed anytime I felt the least bit uncertain and in time it became a favorite kink for both of us for me to be in complete control of the situation. We never used the man-on-top position but other than that, sex was everything I had ever dreamed it could be and more.

  Of course, not everything was perfect. Diego and Gavin went to pick up my car, which had been left at my parents’ house. Learning that their only alpha son had fought against and helped decimate their home pack didn’t endear him to my parents. And when he told them he was gay—and dating a vampire—they disowned him completely. As for me, my mother told me in a single, terse phone call that I was dead to her and my father. I had killed any chance they had of regaining their pack status and having a pack master in the family and they never wanted to see me or hear from me again.

  Despite what my parents had done to me, I couldn’t help feeling miserable after I hung up with the woman who no longer acknowledged herself as my mom. I felt like an orphan, with no family to go back to ever again. Jude held me and let me cry and told me that we would start our own family. Not by having kids—that was impossible between a vamp and a were—or at least so rare that no one had ever heard of it. And anyway, after my own screwed-up childhood, I didn’t know what kind of a mother I would make. But Jude suggested that we start by having Diego and Gavin over to talk.

  My little brother had accepted my choice to be with Jude but Gavin was still wary of being anywhere near an incubus. Jude, however, could be very charming when he wanted to be and by the end of the evening we had decided to spend the holidays together that year at a resort Jude owned in Kentucky. It had vast tracts of wilderness where Diego and I could shift and run together and light-tight accommodations for the vamps.

  Diego and I were running together every full moon anyway because when the events at the Arm Gard pack grounds got out, he was kicked out of Los Lo
bos. He was upset at first—a lot of his identity had been tied up with the pack. But he realized that he couldn’t have kept his status with them anyway, after his relationship with Gavin got out. Supernatural communities stick to their own kind and the idea of a were having a relationship with a vamp was repugnant to both our peoples.

  Despite the resistance I was still hoping to add to our little family of friends. It was high time we came together and realized that weres and vamps could get along and even have relationships that didn’t involve killing or maiming each other.

  Slowly I began seeking out like-minded shifters—most of them females who were tired of the male hierarchy of the traditional pack. A very few were non-shifters but most of them were just modern women who wanted to be treated as equals instead of property. And say what you want about vamps, they do respect their women. The first one I befriended was Belinda, Rosie’s granddaughter. She became a close and dear friend because we had so much in common and before long she and I were hosting weekly get-togethers where vamps and shifters could meet without bloodshed.

  The shifters came easily but the vamp side of things was a little harder to manage. Finally, though, Gavin persuaded a few friends that Jude really wasn’t the big bad boogieman he’d been made out to be and a few of them came to our parties. At first the vamps and weres were reluctant to mingle and our living room looked like a dance at a middle school with the boys on one end and the girls on the other. But after a while the two groups started talking—mostly, I think, because as Jude said, “That which is forbidden is desirable.” I circulated and made introductions and it was always fun to see that little spark of interest jump between a vamp and a were when their hands touched and their eyes met.

  It made me happy to see that our little “family” was growing but I still cried the day I got the notice that I had, indeed, passed the Bar exam. I wanted to call my mom and tell her, even though I knew the hard-won accomplishment wouldn’t mean anything to her. Jude held me for a long time that night and made slow, gentle love to me, whispering through our bond how proud he was and how much it meant to him that I could share my achievement with him.