Impure Bargains (Impure series Book 1)

by Decadent Kane

  He would prove to his king that he could overcome the magic and these feelings. "My king, consider it as good as done. She will be turned to the demon side."

  Ba'al's faces flittered back and forth, a grin seemingly on each face. "That is the Desiderus I know and love."

  His shoulders relaxed. "What about Undine's mark on her?"

  "You let me worry about the mark. You just get her ready for me before the next winter solstice. I'll hold a celebration in her honor as a new succubus. Now off with you. Keep track of our little Haven. And remember, her soul needs to turn purple. If you can't... I will."

  Desiderus nodded and snapped his fingers. He would wait in her home, learn what makes her tick, and then use it against her. Gain her trust. In the end it wouldn't matter...at least if he did succeed in changing her, there would be no torture, no harm to come to her. If he failed and Ba'al took over for any reason...Desiderus shuddered at what he would do with and to her to create her darkened soul. When Ba'al had made him a demon so long ago, it was death and revenge that put him over the edge. Though shalt not covet another man's wife...especially one connected to Ba'al. Desiderus's darkness already existed before he contracted with Ba'al…but his brother had made the terrible mistake of fucking Desiderus' wife behind his back. Even as he thought on it, anger seeped into him. He'd killed them both, and Ba'al had rewarded him.

  While Haven was with him, he'd not let Ba'al have her. Her purity would be his alone to take, and then as a succubus it would no longer matter to her, nor Desiderus, when the contract expired and the magic left him alone. These feelings of mixed pain and empathy for her would go away with her turn. An ache made his hand rub at his chest; it couldn't be because he was afraid of these new...feelings. Perhaps it was residual from when he'd held the bird. Or maybe he'd used too much magic. He snapped his fingers and a bag of marshmallows appeared. Normally human food wasn't a demon's source of life and rarely even tasted good, but the thought of them, melting gooey in his mouth, made him crave…just one bag.

  Chapter Twenty

  Haven kicked off her shoes and paced in front of the fridge. Anger at her brother simmered below the surface. She'd gone through Hell to get him back. She opened the fridge, closed it, and then looked at her brother. He'd taken a shower and looked presentable in jeans and a T-shirt. His blue eyes bore into hers. "Jeremy, I think you should give yourself some time before making any big decisions like this. You just got back and now you're leaving." She threw her hands up. "I've barely been home fifteen minutes. And we still haven't discussed anything. Do you know how pissed I am?"

  "I think it's best for both of us. I'm not perfect, but I know things need to change. I need to change. Being locked up in a demon's inferno really makes a man think about his life." Jeremy sat back in the chair and crossed his arms.

  "And that means moving in with a witch, where you, a man addicted to magic, will be surrounded by magic? Do you know how stupid that sounds?" Her hands shook as she tried to control herself. Yelling at him would do no good, but spending time around a ton of magic would be exactly like before. He'd basically be squandering everything she just gave him back. She took a deep breath, counting down, keeping it all contained.

  "You know as well as I do that Adonia would never put me through that. Yes, she uses magic, but we've come to an agreement. She's the only woman I've loved outside of you and..." –He looked at the table–"...Mom." The picture Haven had found in his drawer earlier sat before him.

  Haven's stomach constricted and she softened her tone. "I know, but she does magic for a living. How could she possibly keep it away from you? How do I know you aren't going to end up back in hell?"

  "She's going to spell me." His eyes found hers. He pushed the picture toward her, but she couldn't walk over and take it. It meant goodbye.

  Haven began pacing again. "You realize if she spells you, it takes away more than just the urge not to do magic, right?" She walked over to the sink and started piling the dishes. She needed something to do with her hands. Anything besides strangling her brother.

  "Whatever it is, we'll deal with it. But I can't put you through this anymore, and I can't do it cold turkey on my own. I need something more, especially after Ba'al has tapped into my soul. You know it has turned purple, right? People don't get out of contracts with the king of Hell, Haven. I don't even know what a purple soul will do to me, if he can't make me a demon." He sounded desperate.

  She stacked the dirty plates on top of each other, then moved on to the glasses and silverware. "What if it's something you can't live with?" Haven couldn't stop the shake in her voice. She loved him, deeply, as a good big sister should. The thought of losing him to magic all over again because he tried to stop put an ache in her heart she didn't care for.

  "It's happening. Look at me."

  Haven turned to face her brother. He was pleading just as much with his eyes as he was his words. "I went through a lot, Jeremy, to get you back. Adonia helped and I respect her for that. But I'm not ready to lose you again. These kinds of spells are unstable and each outcome is different than the previous try. What if she gets it wrong and has to try again?"

  "'What if' isn't going to get you very far, sis. I'm a grown man, and it's time I start acting like one." Jeremy stood and walked over to Haven.

  Haven didn't know what to say. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes and she averted her gaze. She hated to cry in front of anyone, and she didn't want him to feel guilty. She just wanted him to make good decisions and be happy. Warm arms surrounded her and Haven gave in to the tears.

  "I'm sorry, Haven. You've been the oldest for so long, and so much like a mother figure to me. I didn't stop to think about what might happen to you because of me. That's why I have to try. Come on now. Let's talk about something else." He pushed her chin up and wiped a stray tear from her face.

  "How about you do the dishes?" Haven smiled and rubbed her eyes.

  "I've been in a cage, these dishes aren't mine." He looked at her in mock surprise.

  Haven pushed on his chest. "You've been away for days, not weeks. You are not leaving me with all these dishes. Grab a towel."

  "Fine. But you have to tell me what you had to do to get me free. Imagine what all my friends will say when I recount the adventures of my big sister's rescue against Ba'al, the demon king." He spoke in his best story telling voice.

  Haven laughed halfheartedly, but she knew she couldn't tell him the truth. "If I told you, then I'd have to kill you." Haven started the water in the sink.

  "Oh come on! You know what happened to me. We are both adults, tell me." He splashed water at her.

  Haven glanced over at her brother. She could never tell him she belonged to a demon, or that she now had a contract instead of him. "I had to kill an ogre." Haven flashed her best smile and sunk dishes in the filled sink. She turned the nozzle off and began washing.

  "Fine don't tell me. I'm just glad you don't have to worry about contracts anymore, because I never plan to get that far into trouble again."

  Haven's gut twisted. "You better not. Next time I'll leave you there." She handed him the clean dish. He rinsed, dried, and set it back in the cupboard. "So you're really moving in with a chick?"

  Jeremy laughed, a full belly laugh like he used to do when they were small. Haven couldn't help but giggle a little with him. She began another dish. "When are you leaving for Adonia's?"

  "She's going to come get me after hours tonight. She said she had a few customers to tend, but she'd close after they left."

  "How long ago was that?" Haven handed him another dish.

  "Thirty or so minutes ago. Speaking of time, why did it take you so long to get home?" Jeremy leaned on the counter.

  "Work." Haven felt his gaze on her. She knew he wanted more. She wasn't going to give it to him, though. Instead, she handed him another dish.

  ***

  The bath water stung as she dipped one foot and then the other down into the soapy suds. Haven sighed when the water
finally came to her chest. The hot sting soothed over sore muscles. Plus, Hell was dirty; she realized just how much actual ash from Hell had covered her when her hands came clean doing the dishes. Adonia had come and gone with Jeremy. Haven had the entire house to herself.

  She was proud of her brother for trying to control what he could, even if what he was making a decision to do scared her. It was a choice he needed to make for himself and Haven was going to do her best to respect his decision. Relief filled her as her muscles slowly released tension. She could be okay with someone else taking care of Jeremy for a while. Adonia would, to the best of her witchy ability. Besides, Jeremy didn't have any other friends to help.

  Haven let her thoughts drift as she lowered further into the claw foot tub. The welcome warmth of the water seeped into her very soul, causing her nipples to perk as it rushed over her breasts. Haven plugged her nose and moved her body down so her head would be submerged. The distorted silence filtered through water, dulling anything she could hear. She pushed herself up and took a deep breath, expelling worries with it. Resting her head along the back of the tub, she slid her right hand down her belly. Desiderus' image slunk into her thoughts. Haven concentrated on his deep purple eyes and how hungry they looked when he kept eye contact with her. She re-envisioned how he'd made her come. It felt like she hadn't gotten a release in months, but it was days only. Her back arched as her hand slipped lower, over her mound and right to the heart of her need. She dipped two fingers inside herself, imagining it was Desiderus. It didn't matter if she hated him, the demon had mad skills with women and she made herself remember everything he helped her feel. She throbbed between her legs. Her fingers drew out and her slick wetness mingled with the water as she found her clit. Slowly she rocked her hand side to side, circling the hood with a finger, and then rocking again.

  Her breath hitched as need swelled inside her core. She could feel its pulse like a string, tight and wound, and with just a few tugs she'd come undone. A few strokes and she'd fall over an edge, releasing her pent up desire. She hated that she wanted the demon. Somehow the idea of keeping herself from him only made her desire him more. Haven held her breath as her hand moved faster, faster, and she slipped over to bliss. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her body jerked, arching further. Trying to gasp in a breath she refused it, prolonging her orgasm until her lungs begged. When she released herself to breathe, her heartbeat rushed through her body, pounding feverishly. Haven gulped in air and water sloshed over the side of the tub. With sweet release, her body let go of everything.

  Lazily, Haven moved up so her back rested along porcelain. She was about to reach for shampoo when the image of Desiderus became very real, and no longer a thought. He leaned along the bathroom sink, the bulge in his pants unmistakable. She froze as water continued to slide over her body.

  "Exquisite, pet." His voice was deep and throaty. His hooded eyes roamed over her naked breasts.

  Haven didn't bother to cover up; he'd probably been there a while. Though her cheeks warmed, she tried not to show how much he'd really turned her on. She could have been thinking about anyone and gotten off the same way. At least, that's what she would tell him if he said anything. Haven grabbed the shampoo, squeezed a dollop into her palm, and said, "What are you doing lurking about?"

  He watched her wash her hair, lingering a few seconds on parts of her that were exposed to him. "I was bored and remembered you owe me three kisses."

  Fuck! Haven plopped her hands into the water and sunk down into its depths. She couldn't go through with kissing him; her body lay on that very narrow line of desire. Sometimes she hated being a woman. The possibility of having another orgasm so close to the previous revved her heart rate up. Damnit, why did she want him to make her come again? She needed to hate him, to be angry with him. He spoiled it by coming to her when she had relaxed and let her guard down. Though she tried to be angry about him intruding on her as she rinsed out her hair, she found she couldn't be. If she wanted to be truthful with herself...she'd been aching to have him inside her since he started the whole kissing game.

  Haven sat up, letting the water fall from her hair, chest, and shoulders. "What makes you think I'm going to give you kisses now?"

  Desiderus licked his lips and ran a hand through his dark hair, carefully avoiding his horns. Haven tried not to notice, but she already throbbed at the thought of kissing him, let alone him possibly touching her. Her body was a traitor, and her mind was slowly headed for treacherous ground as well.

  "Because you want me."

  Just because it was true didn't mean she had to admit it. Haven ignored him and added conditioner to her hair. She rinsed out her hands and made the mistake of looking into his eyes. Lust. That's what his eyes said. He wanted Haven and he wasn't hiding it. She took a short breath and steeled herself. Two could play at the game, and this time, she intended to throw him off. He'd interrupted her.

  Haven stood and water slid down her body. Her nipples hardened as the air hit them and she kept her gaze on Desiderus. His mouth opened and his breath hitched. Haven smirked. She wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. The little voice in the back of her head told her if she didn't stop now she wouldn't later, but it was quickly silenced when Desiderus spoke. "Get your ass dried off." He threw the large purple towel hanging from the wall at her.

  Haven caught it and stepped out of the tub only to find Desiderus take a step back from her. She smiled at this new power she seemed to have over him. She needed to give him a taste of his own medicine more often. Haven turned away from him and bent over, showing off her ass. She'd expected him to break the distance but he stayed away, watching everything. Haven twisted her hair, wringing water from the dripping strands, stood, faced him, and ran the soft towel over her breasts. She took her time drying off, enjoying how he reacted. His jaw clenched when the towel slipped between her legs and lingered.

  Once Haven wrapped the towel around her hair, he closed the distance between them. In seconds his body was up against hers and his clothes disappeared. His shaft pressed hot along her flesh. Her heart skipped. She shouldn't want this... and yet she let him run his large hands along her back, down her hips, over her ass, and she dared to enjoy it.

  Haven's breath came in short bursts and she braved her voice. "Where would you like your kisses?"

  Desiderus gaze bore into her, straight down to her core. She shivered in his strong embrace. "Kiss my lips."

  Haven rose up on her tiptoes and he bent to meet her. Their lips locked, opening and moving in rhythm together. She could feel the heat of his mouth searing hers with need, want, desire... Haven lost herself to him, and he anchored her to his chest with one hand wrapped around the small of her back. Her feet no longer seemed to be touching the floor. Her hands slid up his biceps, straining to hold on to her, and over his wide shoulders. She nestled her fingers in his hair, pushing him deeper into her, her tongue lashing out, wanting more of him everywhere.

  Desiderus pulled himself back and Haven gasped for breath. "Blow dry your hair and we can discuss the second. Don't keep me waiting long." He shot her a warning look and stepped back from her, headed in the direction of her room.

  Haven stood there stunned for a moment. This was happening. She was losing herself to a demon, a very gorgeous demon. Haven could hate him again tomorrow, but tonight she wanted to be selfish. Tonight she wanted to let go. It didn't matter if she'd hate herself in the morning. She grabbed the blow dryer from under the sink and freed her hair. Setting it to high, she combed her hair out with the heat retangling it. The request to dry her hair was odd. Normally she'd just let it air dry, but if he wanted it done, she wouldn't deny him. She ran her fingers through her fluffy hair, turned off the blow dryer, and headed quickly down the hall, her heart speeding up with every step.

  Her room was across from her brother's old room. The door had been flung open. Darkness enveloped everything. She didn't know where he'd be, but she knew the layout by heart. Her bed lay ju
st ahead of her with the headboard against the wall and a nightstand on the right side, her side of the queen bed. Before she could actually crawl into bed, Desiderus was there in front of her. She didn't need to see to feel his presence.

  Slowly he pulled her arms back, jutting her chest out toward him, her breasts exposed. He crossed her arms along her back and held them firmly in place. Haven didn't want to think about anything but what he felt like in this moment. She arched for him, giving into herself, giving into him.

  "The second kiss..." He paused to pull one of her nipples into his mouth. Sharp need rushed through her, pulsing between her thighs, waiting for him. He sucked, hard enough it burned, let go and licked the sensitive tip. "I want you to put those lovely lips around me, take me into that pretty mouth of yours." He let her loose, no doubt expecting her to obey his command.

  Haven sat with her legs to the side on the bed, seeking his body. She ran her hands up his tightened thighs until she found what she had been searching for. He groaned when her hands stroked down his shaft. Her mouth took in the tip of his cock and it twitched between her lips, pulsing for her as she slid him to the back of her throat. He wrapped his hands around her hair and started pumping with her, both of them moving to the same beat. She'd pull all the way back to the tip and then suck him as far in as she could, over and over until he pulled her away from him by her hair and pushed her down on the bed. He drew her legs out from under her and then moved her to the edge of the bed so she was leaning over the mattress on her stomach.