Dark Allure

by Imogen Sera

  It takes up the entire wall of the cavern, and instead of a door in the front, there's just a massive opening in the rock with an ornate frame around it, leading to an inky blackness behind it.

  I must make some kind of noise, because Az'ralon turns and grabs my hand before I can protest. Which is good, because I don't want to protest. Not really.

  "What do you think?" he asks, and it's hard to see his face with the glow of the lake in front of us, but I could swear that he's smiling at me.

  "Wow," I say. "It's...wow."

  It takes us a long time to get there, because this lake is freaking huge. It's alright though, because everything is so spectacular looking and Az is still holding my hand and I'm kind of nervous about actually going in there. I mean, yeah, he said he was in charge, but I thought it was like an alpha male thing. More like a figure of speech. He said that Poremi is his, but he also said that I am his, so I figured that he didn't really understand ownership or something.

  But as it turns out, he has a castle.

  So yeah, walking up to this thing is kind of intimidating. It's just a reminder of how little I know about him.

  Az and Nox are talking quickly as we approach the castle, and they're using so many words that I don't know that there's basically no way for me to keep up with the conversation. I'm not sure if they're names of people or places or things, but it doesn't really matter I suppose. I'll learn eventually.

  Which is a weird line of thinking. I should be thinking about going back home, not how long I'm going to be here. But like...yes, I don't want Allie to worry about me, but aside from her and my Netflix queue, there's not really much I'm leaving behind.

  Through the front opening is a narrow, steep incline. Even to a person who never thinks about these things like me, it looks highly defensible. When we reach the top I'm out of breath, but it opens into a ridiculously gorgeous room. I count at least a dozen fountains, each surrounded by white marble benches on a gleaming white marble floor. When I look up, the ceilings are stone, but nothing else in here appears to be. There's a wide staircase in front of us, and one on each side, and Az pulls me alongside him toward the one on the left.

  His hand in mine is doing completely insane things to me. If I wasn't so out of my mind with lust, I would be embarrassed by my own thoughts.

  "Want to look around?" he asks.

  I do, I really do, but if I don't get to touch him soon I'm going to spontaneously combust. "I'm pretty tired," I lie. "Maybe I could lie down for a while and look around after?"

  And the poor man looks concerned, like he actually thinks I'm tired after being awake for like two hours and not just lying so that I can be somewhere private with him. And that just makes me want to lick him all over even more, because he's worried about me which is the cutest thing I can imagine.

  What the fuck, hormones?

  But my tiny little voice of sense is nothing compared to the full body heat radiating off of me. He guides me up the staircase and around several corners, and Nox is behind us all the way, and I want him to get lost but I'm not an asshole, so I would never say anything like that.

  "You're taking her to your room?" asks Nox from behind us.

  Az stops and turns to him. He doesn't respond, but his face hardens, and Nox lets out a long, suffering sigh.

  "Shit, this is fucked. Find me when you decide to be sane again." He turns to me. "I'm keeping an eye on you."

  I don't know what to say to that, but he turns and leaves before I have a chance to respond at all. Az doesn't seem to care, because he pulls me along a little further, until we reach a landing that looks very important. There's two massive doors side by side, and they're framed in gold that doesn't just look like paint. And then Az opens one door, and it's freaking amazing.

  There's a massive bed in the center of the room--even bigger than the one back at his house. In fact, this room is definitely bigger than the entire house. That's not what excites me, though, because in the corner of the room is basically a hot tub cut into the stone, spewing steam into the room and making me want to climb in it immediately. There's a sitting area with a couch and chairs, and there's several strange paintings on the wall.

  But my mind is just continually drawn back to the bed, wondering the most efficient way to get Az into that bed.

  He guides me over to it, my hand still in his, and maybe it will be that easy. Maybe it's super obvious what I want, because I certainly don't feel like I'm being discreet about how insanely horny I am.

  And then he pulls back the blanket for me, and he thinks I want to sleep.

  Chapter 13

  Az'ralon

  "Are you being dense on purpose?" asks Eve, and I don't know what she's talking about. All I know is I have to get out of this fucking room so I can stroke my cock before I lose my mind.

  But then she reaches for my shoulders and pulls me down and kisses me so hard that I worry about her lips against my fangs.

  Which makes me lose the last of my restraint. I reach for her ass and pull her up against me. She makes a noise of surprise but wraps her legs around my torso, and I can feel the heat from her core through her dress against my stomach.

  I move so her back is against the wall and pin her there with my weight. The position leaves my hands free to move over her--her shoulders, her arms, the swell of her breasts exposed from her dress.

  Her small hands move from my shoulders to the back of my head. She's pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until our tongues are thoroughly tangled.

  I reach around the back of her neck to the knot that I tied this morning. "I want you naked," I practically growl, and she shivers against me.

  "God, yes," she says, looking at me with wide eyes. Her lips are swollen and red and her pale cheeks are flushed and I've never seen anything as fucking gorgeous as she is right this second.

  I press my mouth against hers again and feel the knot of her dress between my fingers. It's complicated and infuriating right now, so I pull the fabric away from her soft skin and slice through it with a claw. I only have to tug on the side slightly for it to fall from her shoulders, and then her breasts are free, soft and round and tipped with pretty pink nipples.

  My mouth waters at the sight, so I set her back on her feet and kneel in front of her. She's so short that we're face to face this way and she kisses me again, but I move my mouth from her lips to her jawline and then down her neck. Her skin is so thin here. I can hear her heartbeat and I can smell the blood pumping through her.

  It's never been like this before. I've never felt compelled to sink my teeth into a woman's shoulder and mark her as mine for the world to see. But with Eve, the urge is overwhelming, so I pull my mouth away before I can do something that can't be taken back.

  Her eyes are closed, with her head leaning back against the wall and her chest moving with her quick breaths. Her hands are still on the back of my head with her fingernails moving against my scalp. I'm suddenly terrified at how fucking right this is.

  But she wants to be naked with me, and I want to please her, so I run my tongue over her nipple and savor the breathy little moan that escapes her. I flick it across the other, too, and when she grabs my horns and pulls me against her, I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard.

  "Az," she breathes, and I want to hear that over and over again. "Oh my god, please." She ends on a moan and presses her hips toward me, rocking against my midsection.

  In one motion, I pick her up, swing her around onto the bed, and pull her dress the rest of the way off of her. I can't help but pause and take her in, because every inch of her is the most gorgeous fucking thing I've ever seen.

  And then she rubs her legs together and I can't wait another second, so I hold her thighs and pull them apart and bury my face between them. She's so wet that I can see the moisture glistening on her folds, and I flick my tongue out to lick the musky-sweet taste of her.

  "Az," she says again. "Please, baby."

  I sweep my tongue through her folds,
dipping into her entrance and up to circle around her clit. Her breath catches every time I trace tiny circles on her clit, so I concentrate there. It takes almost no time for her to tangle her fingers through my hair and hold my head to her while she circles her hips and says my name.

  Her whole body goes rigid before she shudders under my mouth. Wetness floods her, and I lick it all up while she breathes heavily and stares up at the ceiling.

  I kiss up her softly curved belly and pause with my lips between her breasts. I move my hand down to her swollen lips, enjoying the little shudder that goes through her when my fingers brush over her clit. I run them down to her entrance and start to push one finger in when she stops me.

  "Az, baby," she says. "Careful with claws."

  I chuckle against her skin and hold my hand up to show her the blunt end of my claws that I spent all morning filing.

  She grins. "Good thinking. I really want your fingers inside me."

  I slide one finger into her warm heat as she pulls me up over her so she can kiss me hard. I kiss her back, moving one hand to her breast to tease her nipple with my thumb while I move my finger inside her. My cock is painfully hard and pressed against her leg. I add another finger as I stroke into her, and all I can think is how divine the slick heat of her would feel around me.

  She moves her hips in little circles that grow larger and more frantic the more I touch her. Her breath hitches in her throat even while she's pressing her lips along my jaw, and her breathy moans turn into little cries.

  I'm almost surprised how quickly she comes for the second time. Her eyes go unfocused and her hips shake and her walls flutter around my fingers, and I have to physically restrain myself from freeing my cock and pushing in to her.

  She's laid out, boneless, on the bed, and I move to her side and bury my face in her neck. She tastes and smells fucking amazing, but somehow it's best here. I rub the tip of my nose against the soft skin where her shoulder meets her neck, and delight in the feel of her running her fingers through my hair.

  I'm dying for her to touch me, but she's so relaxed now that I just want to enjoy this with her. I flick my tongue across the skin there, feeling her pulse under my lips.

  She shivers against me, so I pull the blanket up and over her. I wrap my arms around her and tuck her against my chest.

  "Are you done with me?" she asks.

  I shake my head. "Of course not, I'm just--"

  "Because I'm not done with you," she interrupts. "I need you, Az."

  Chapter 14

  Eve

  So I'm being more forward than I usually am. To be fair, I'm not usually trapped in some mystical realm where demons who say they aren't demons live and I'm not usually literally dying to get fucked by a big purple guy with wings. So if I need to be a little forward for him to understand that I really, really want his dick, so be it.

  I just grab it. I mean, it's extremely obvious under his toga-thing, and I've been wanting to touch it since the moment I let go last night.

  And wow, he doesn't disappoint. I've been wondering all morning if my memories were exaggerating things, or if I totally imagined the way that there's not a chance in hell of being able to close my fingers around this cock. But his clothes are in the way and I can't feel the softness of his skin, so I push the fabric aside and wrap my hand around it. I trace the vein running along the side with my thumb, and he hisses out a breath.

  "I really, really want you inside me," I whisper to him, running my fingers up and down his length. "I need you inside me."

  "Mine," he growls, and his hands move to grasp my hips.

  I slide the fabric down from around his waist until he's totally nude on top of me, and the whole impressive sight is almost too much to take in. He's just so fucking perfect that it's hard to believe that he's real.

  But then I feel his cock nudge against my entrance and yeah, it's fucking real. It's hard and it's warm and it's enormous, and I'm a little worried about the possibility of how we'll fit. But I want him so badly that I can't even focus on that right now, so I wrap my legs around his back and my arms around his neck and move my hips, searching for him.

  He's frozen above me, his massive biceps bulging where they're caging me in. I think he's worried about the size thing too, so I bring my mouth to his ear. "Baby, I need you," I whisper.

  He nods against my cheek, and then starts to push into me. He moves so slowly that I can feel every single inch, feel him filling me more and more until I'm sure I can't take any more, feel the way that his body is tense above me. He's going so slow because he's worried about me, and I feel a strange little rush of affection.

  He stops once he's fully seated inside of me, and the feeling is...not painful, but not necessarily pleasant. It's overwhelming. He's so big, and so hard, and I wonder if this is actually going to work. I desperately want it to.

  And then he pulls out, just slightly, and it feels so crazy good that I need him to move again. I rock my hips against his and press my face to his neck, licking and sucking and biting him there.

  "Fuck me, Az," I say, and I finally feel the tension leave his shoulders. He pulls out and pushes in slowly again, but not half as slowly as the first time, and every one of my nerve endings is on fire as I feel the thick length of him move between my lips.

  I let out a real moan this time, and that seems to encourage him that I really want this. He moves faster, his cock thrusting into me quickly, filling me to my limit every single time. He tilts his head down to me and captures my mouth in a searing kiss, and I find myself moving my hands to his cheeks as he kisses me more thoroughly than I've ever been kissed.

  I don't last long, and the wave that's building in me crashes while his hips pump violently against mine and his thumb rubs over my clit. All of the sensations at once are so overwhelming that I just focus on clinging to his neck while we move against each other. My legs flex and my breath catches and I shiver under him, around him, my pulse pounding in my head while he pounds in to me.

  I come back to myself slowly, still clinging to Az while he moves inside me. His thrusts are harder and coming faster, and I can tell he's close. He buries himself deep in one quick move, moves his hands under my back and rolls us over so I'm on top. He holds my hips in place while he pushes up into me. His gaze is locked on my face and his fingers dig into my skin as he tenses and then shudders underneath me.

  I can feel the heat of his release inside me. I've never actually felt that before, and it's so hot that I'm focusing on that when I feel a sharp little pinch deep in me at the tip of his cock.

  "Ow," I gasp, digging my fingers into his shoulders and trying to move off of him.

  I can't, which is pretty fucking weird. Like his cock is suctioned inside of me and I can't do anything about it.

  "Shit, I'm sorry," he murmurs, motioning for me to lie against him. I do, and he runs a soothing palm over the small of my back. There's still the painful pinching inside of me, something akin to a gynecological exam, and I let out a little whimper.

  "Are you stuck?" I ask, my face against his chest. "Is it too big? I knew something like this was going to happen."

  "I'm sorry it hurts," he says. "This is normal. Do humans not--?"

  "No," I say, and it's more of a whine than I intend it to be. "What's happening?"

  His hands feel good on my back, and he runs them up and down. His eyes are shut as he speaks. "I'm attached to you. So that you receive all of my seed."

  Well, three cheers for my IUD.

  And then the pinching is gone, and he keeps his eyes shut but shudders a little beneath me. That was...not so terrible, if I'm being honest. I just wasn't prepared. But the sex was pretty much the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'm ready to do it again, weird pinching dick and all.

  I roll off of him and curl up into his side.

  "I can't believe you cut off your claws for me."

  He flashes his rare smile at me, full of fangs and so pretty that I want to swoon. "It's alright,"
he says. "It's not my killing hand."

  I let out a stunned laugh as his arm tightens around me, and I curve closer. "Not your killing hand. So romantic."

  We're silent for a minute while he traces the lines of my face and neck with his finger. He feels so amazingly good against me, and I'm not tired at all, but I just want to stay right here all day.

  Chapter 15

  Az'ralon

  Eve's sleepy smile is the best thing I've ever seen. Her eyes are heavy and her cheek is smashed against my arm, and I run my fingers through her hair. I want to roll her on top of me and take her again, but more than that, I want her to smile at me like this forever.

  I'm unsurprised when her eyes close. She came five more times after we finished the first time--once on my fingers, twice on my mouth, and twice on my cock again. Not that I was counting.

  I hold her against me for long minutes, savoring the feel of her chest moving evenly against mine and memorizing the little sigh that she makes as her eyes move behind her lids. I should be doing other things, things that are important and useful, but fuck if I don't just want to stay here all day.

  I replace my arm under her head with a pillow, and she frowns in her sleep but relaxes when I run my fingers down her back. She's so soft that taking my hand from her skin is difficult, but I finally do it with a long kiss pressed against her head.

  I dress quickly and leave the room, determined to find Nox.

  Which isn't hard, since he's sitting on a bench down the hall, his arms stubbornly crossed and his mouth a grim line. I sit next to him, ready to apologize for losing my fucking mind, when he speaks.

  "So you're completely fucked," he says.

  I frown at him. "How?"

  He sighs, and the tension in his face only grows. "So our hope was that the Council doesn't know about Eve crossing over here, right? And that maybe they'll just never know?"

  I nod.

  "They fucking know," he says. "They fucking sent her here."