Legends of the Damned: A Collection of Edgy Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance Novels

by Lindsey R. Loucks

  Valia. He hadn’t known nor cared what her name was thirty years ago, but now that he knew it, it drifted through his mind, and he decided it suited her. Unique, feminine, sexy.

  He felt guilty. Damn it. She wouldn’t have injured herself if he hadn’t left her alone, but he’d had no choice. It wasn’t a serious injury anyway, and she’d heal. He was surprised it wasn’t already healing. And she wanted him. She still didn’t understand. He would tend to her wound and then make her understand. A little guilt did not change the situation.

  He removed the cuffs from her injured wrist, cuffed the other, and then attached the other end to his wrist. He thought it unnecessary at this moment, especially considering she’d not put up a fight and offered her wrist to him freely, but he refused to take the chance of losing her after waiting so long to find her.

  “Come with me,” he said as he led her to the bathroom.

  “Yes sir.”

  Still joking. Unbelievable. He almost smiled. Almost.

  He ran water over the cuts, then dabbed the smelly liquid, that passed as alcohol in the demon realm, on them.

  She crinkled her nose at the smell. “Ew. That’s funky.”

  “Why isn’t it healing? Do Sempires have inferior healing powers?”

  She sighed and pressed her bare breasts against him. “You can help me heal it.” She rose up on her tip toes and tipped her head back. “I’m hungry.”

  He took a step back, unable to think clearly with her luscious body so close. “You can eat after I’ve tended your wrist.” He inspected his handiwork and led her to the front room that served as a combined kitchen and living area. Shit. He didn’t have any fruit in the refrigerator. He’d learned everything he could about Sempires after his stint as her sex toy and knew Sempires only derived nourishment from fruit and semen.

  “Um, if you’re hungry, I have somethin’ you can eat,” she said.

  His head snapped around, her heated gaze burning right through him. “The food was to be for you. To help you heal.”

  “That’s not what I need to heal, Ferox. That’s not what I’m hungry for.”

  Fuck. He couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed her around the waist with one arm and carried her back to his bed. He unfastened the cuff from his arm and attached it to the bedpost.

  He shed his clothes and puffed up with pride as her eyes dilated at the site of his naked form.

  “Touch me, male,” she said.

  He knelt between her legs, then loomed over her, balancing his weight on his hands on either side of her face, and leaned in close.

  “I’m giving the orders, female. You’d do well to remember that. I am going to taste you now, and when you come you will scream my name.”

  “Arrogant looks good on you.” She licked at his lips. “But if you want me to comply, you’ll have to tell me your name.”

  “Rydin,” he growled. “Say it.”

  “Rydin,” she repeated.

  He dipped his head and drew a delectable nipple into his mouth. He grazed it lightly with his teeth. She arched her back and used her uncuffed hand to fist his hair, drawing him closer. He moved to the other nipple, just as perfect as the first.

  He trailed his tongue down her stomach to the shiny green gem dangling from her bellybutton. He tugged gently at it with his teeth. He’d never paid much attention to bellybuttons before now, but hers was sexy, the gem decorating it and accenting the sexiness.

  He watched and waited for some reaction, some spark of recognition in her eyes, but there was none. She’d come to his cell, sucked him, ridden him, ordered him to lick her, whatever she wanted, when she wanted. The collar her guards had placed around his neck kept him from hurting her even though he’d wanted to strangle her and free himself. No one forced a Ferox demon to do anything. No one but a contract holder anyway.

  That was the fate of many Ferox in the demon realm. They were contracted early and had to earn their freedom. He’d almost earned his until she’d come along and made him fail his final task.

  The thought renewed his anger and he bit the soft skin on her flat stomach. Instead of protesting, she moaned her approval.

  He moved lower, his mouth inches from her glistening cunt. She was wet for him, and her sensual, fruity scent beckoned him to taste her. Her hips bucked as he swiped his tongue across her wetness. Delicious. He’d dreamed of the taste of her sweet juices for thirty long years. He’d begun to think his mind had been exaggerating her intoxicating taste. If anything, the years had dulled the memory, because he could feast between her legs for eternity.

  “You will not come unless I give you permission,” he ordered. By the time he was done with her, she’d know who was in charge. Him and only him.

  “Hmmm…bossy,” she teased.

  “The correct answer is, ‘yes Rydin’,” he corrected her.

  “Yes, Rydin,” she repeated and rolled her hips, bringing his attention back to her sweetness.

  He dove in.

  Valia couldn’t remember ever wanting another being so desperately. Her body hummed as his tongue worked her into a frenzy. Bossy son of a bitch, he was, but she expected no less from a Ferox.

  She shuddered and moaned as he rolled his tongue around her clit, the pressure building in her lower abdomen. With her free hand, she wrapped her thumb around one of his horns as her fingers dug into his scalp, urging him to send her over the edge.

  He growled and bit the inside of her thigh.

  “Stop,” he commanded.

  “Stop what?”

  “Don’t touch my horns.”

  “But they’re so sexy.” She gave him her best pouty face.

  He blinked at her, a look of surprise crossing his face, quickly replaced with a scowl. “Are you teasing me, female?”

  “I told ya, my name is Valia, male. And no, not teasing. Your horns are super sexy and I want to touch them.”

  He looked at her for another long moment as if searching for something. He dipped his head and bit the inside of her other thigh. God, he was going to drive her crazy.

  He looked back at her and said, “They are sensitive and I am already too stimulated. I want to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you. If you do as I say, I may give you permission to touch them later.”

  Oh wow. She hadn’t known his horns were an erogenous zone. Now she really wanted to touch them. His tongue lapped at her furiously. She avoided his horns but couldn’t stop herself from grabbing a fistful of his hair. Her hips ground against his tongue, his lips. Intense pleasure knotted deep inside. Little sparks began erupting inside her, but just as she was about to fall over the edge, he stopped.

  She groaned and still with a fistful of his hair, tried to force him to continue.

  His eyes dark and his lips glistening with her pleasure, he said, “You were about to come. I did not give you permission.”

  She choked out her words. “If you don’t want me to come, you shouldn’t lick me like that.”

  His lips quirked into a cocky smile. “My tongue pleases you?”

  “It’d please me more if you’d put it to better use than asking me stupid questions,” she grouched.

  He scowled. “Tell me my tongue pleases you. Beg me to let you come.”

  Beg? Usually, men begged her, not the other way around. But maybe that’s why she’d always craved a Ferox. Maybe she wanted to be claimed. To be taken. To be dominated by an untamed beast.

  Whatevs. She wanted him. She also needed him, so she’d play his game.

  “Your tongue pleases me. Please, Rydie, make me come. Then fuck me. Hard.”

  He scowled at the “Rydie” part, but his eyes darkened, and that cocky smile returned. His tongue delved inside her, and then he sucked hard on her swollen clit bringing her, once again, to the brink of pleasure. Then he stopped again.

  “Fuck!” She cried out.

  He laughed, actually laughed at her. What was his problem? She reached between her legs intending to finish the job herself.
Her body demanded release, the pressure almost unbearable, but he grabbed her hand and stopped her.

  “Not yet,” he said. He bit the tip of her finger. Still holding her hand in a fierce grip, he stood, instructed her to turn over, and then cuffed her so both hands were shackled with her face down.

  She looked over her shoulder at him. “What are you doing, Ferox? I’ve played your game. Now, come here and fuck me. Lick me. Whatever, but finish the job,” she demanded.

  He stood glaring down at her, a triumphant smile on his face. “Tell me you understand that I am in control.”

  Okay, he was pissing her off. She pressed her lips together as an act of defiance.

  “No?” He raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I guess you need more demonstration.”

  He spread her legs pulling her up so her knees bent and her ass was in the air and at his mercy. His incredible strength turned her on. He kneeled between her legs and rubbed his cock between her swollen lips. Oh yeah. He stopped at her entrance and pressed forward just enough to make her mad with want. She thought he would enter her. Her body cried out for it. But he stopped and then smacked her ass, hard.

  “Who’s in charge, female?” he asked.

  A frustrated growl burst from deep in her gut. “You’re driving me crazy, Ferox.”

  “Dammit female. You can end both our suffering. All you have to do is say it.”

  Valia pushed her hips back in an attempt to bury his cock inside her, but he dug his fingers into the soft skin of her hips, held her steady, and smacked her ass again. Harder. Damn that stung. She’d be surprised if it didn’t bruise.

  She turned her head and gazed at him. His huge muscles bunched. His eyes were dark with desire and a look of triumph. He knew she was going to give in. To submit. She had to admit it was a fun game. She smiled back at him. In her best sarcastic, sex-kitten voice she said, “Rydin, you’re in charge, with your all powerful magnificence.”

  Apparently he didn’t mind the sarcasm because his eyes lit up as he slammed into her. Once, twice. Her body thrilled at his powerful thrusts. A familiar and comforting feeling coursed through her making her feel whole as if he were a missing part of her internal puzzle. As if his touch, hell, just his nearness somehow completed her. Maybe it was the Ferox pre-come. Maybe it had euphoric properties. If so, and she was this high simply from pre-come, she couldn’t wait to experience his full orgasm. She didn’t understand and didn’t have time to contemplate further as her body tightened, her climax washing over her. Through her.

  “Rydin!” She cried out. A distant thought floated through her mind that he’d demanded she scream his name as she came. But, she hadn’t remembered, she’d done it on impulse as the sensations racked her body.

  “You feel just like I remember,” he said in a strained voice.

  Just like he remembered? Huh?

  He thrust once more, roared, then quickly pulled from her. What the hell? She turned to see him kneeling behind her, head down, stroking his cock as his precious seed spilled onto the floor. No!

  “What the hell are you doing, Ferox?” She cringed at the despair in her voice.

  He raised his head, and his eyes met hers as he sneered cruelly, his breathing ragged. “Do you understand now, Sempire? Do you remember me now?”

  “Are you high? Understand what? We’ve never met before.”

  His expression darkened, his lips pressed in a thin line. He stormed off the bed and stood glowering down at her.

  “I am not here to feed you, Sempire. You fed enough from me thirty years ago. You are here for my pleasure. You will sate my desire for revenge. For the next three days, you are mine to do with as I please, when I please.”

  Oh shit. He’s insane. “Three days? I don’t think so, dude. This chick has things to do.”

  He folded his arms across his chest and shook his head. “You have no choice, female. You owe me this. You owe me fifty years. I’m only taking three days.”

  He bent over her and uncuffed one wrist, his eyes narrowing as he examined her mostly healed wrist. “You’ve healed. How?”

  “Your pre-come. Thanks for that,” she answered snarkily as she rolled onto her back. “How the hell do I owe you fifty years? You’re either high, insane, or seriously confused.” But you’re so damn hot.

  The almost hurt look that crossed his face surprised her. She’d swear she saw it in his aura too, but it was quickly overshadowed by anger. She couldn’t figure out why his aura was so bright to her.

  “You will bathe while I obtain fruit. It is not my intention to starve you.”

  She snorted. “Coulda fooled me.”

  He released her other cuff and even though the thought of harming this demon, this delicious demon, made her cringe, she had to do it. As he pulled her up from the bed to standing, she kneed him in his naked, still semi-erect dick. As he doubled over, she grabbed him by the horns, and shoved his head down into her upward swinging knee.

  She heard the crunch of cartilage as a pain-laced roar burst from him. She ran, naked, out the bedroom door and then through the large wooden door she hoped would be her escape.

  Valia stopped cold as she took in her surroundings. Where the hell was she? The ground was hot, cracked, and harsh on her bare feet. There was no grass, and she saw no trees. Unless you considered the scraggly, black stumps with bent, twisted limbs scattering the land, trees. There was no green. Everything looked dead. She spun around when she heard a noise to her right. She could have sworn she saw glowing yellow eyes staring back at her for a brief second.

  A sinking feeling knotted her stomach. She was in the demon realm. Holy fucking shit. She’d never entered the demon realm before, and now she knew why her mother had worked so hard to secure herself a place in the veil between realms. Her home was beautiful and full of life. This place was dead and creepy.

  She took a step back and strong arms wrapped around her hoisting her off her feet. She didn’t have to look to know it was Rydin. She’d felt him before he’d touched her, but she’d been focused on her surroundings. He carried her inside, locked the door, and then spun her around to face him. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back against the wall, the breath leaving her lungs in a huff. She winced at the damage she’d done to his nose. It was bent awkwardly, and blood coated his lips, chin, and bare chest.

  The rage in his eyes and emanating through his aura might have scared the shit out of her if she wasn’t still turned on by him. Goddamn, bloody and broken, his nearness still melted her. The further she got from him, the more desolate she felt. What the hell was this thing between them? Did he feel it too?

  She cautiously pushed his hand from her throat and clasped it in hers. Rage still poured from him as their gazes locked. She walked backward leading him to the bathroom, compelled to clean up the blood she’d spilled. She might as well make nice because she was in the demon realm, and the cuffs prevented her from flashing home.

  She took the lone wash cloth from the rusty shelf above the sink, wet it, and slowly reached it toward his face. He didn’t move, just watched her intently, glowering at her, a vein pulsing in his neck, as she dabbed the blood from his face, his neck, and finally his chest. She truly was at his mercy.

  He hadn’t taken time to put pants on, and when she looked down, she was surprised to see his erection. Impressive considering he’d been kneed just minutes ago, and she had no doubt it had hurt like hell. It was a little crooked, but otherwise intact, and she salivated, thinking of kissing it better.

  “Yes, it’s almost healed,” he said in a low, menacing tone.

  She noted his nose was already slightly less crooked too. Ferox must have awesome healing abilities. His eyes closed, giving her a reprieve from the fury in them, while she finished washing the blood from his chest.

  When she stopped, he commanded, “Bathe and I will return with your fruit. I trust you won’t run again now that I’ve seen your reaction to where you are.”

  “I’ve never been here. I’ve always l
ived in the veil,” she said. She had to admit she was surprised he didn’t kick her ass for what she’d done to him. She sensed he wanted to for sure, but she’d felt him fighting to restrain himself.

  He left her standing in the bathroom, door open. She watched him shrug into a pair of black sweat pants and a black tank top, and she didn’t miss his ever present erection tenting his sweats. She couldn’t suppress her laughter even though she knew it was terrible timing.

  He spun around. “What’s so funny, female?”

  Her eyebrows rose as she gazed pointedly at his crotch. Then she struck a seductive pose. “I can take care of that for you.”

  Rydin started to take a step toward her but shook his head as if to clear it and stopped. “Bathe,” he ordered and then disappeared.

  Valia decided she liked him even though he was obviously confused or high or insane. Whichever. She could do three days as long as she was able to coax him to nourish her. Which, of course, she would because she was awesome.

  She needed to contact her sister, Araya, though. Araya would be wondering where the hell she was and why she wasn’t helping with the wedding plans. She’d need to convince the bossy Ferox to let her phone home. Or maybe she’d search for his cell phone while he was out. That way, her mother could send some guards to search for her in case the Ferox didn’t hold true to his three days. Surely he had a cell phone around here somewhere. She’d watched him dress, and he hadn’t taken one with him.

  Valia searched the rickety nightstand next to the demon’s bed. She found a pair of handcuffs and some sort of ledger. She opened the ledger and flipped through the pages. Some pages contained names and descriptions, some contained photographs and addresses. Interesting, but of no use to her at the moment.

  She realized there must be handcuff keys around there somewhere. If she could find those, she’d simply escape. She knew it was the only move that made sense, even though the thought of leaving him so soon made her ache in an odd way.

  She moved on to look through his dresser, but just as she opened a drawer, he appeared, looking yummy but furious again.