Demonic and Deserted (Eternally Yours Book 4)

by Tara West

  She was still smiling at me as she picked up a big sponge and rubbed it across her nipples, making her breasts glisten with soap bubbles. Oh, sweet hell on fire, I so wanted to lick them.

  And then she began to sing, a song so beautiful, my heart nearly broke from the sweet sound, the haunting melody beckoning me toward the water.

  The tub was bigger than I’d first estimated, more like a small pool, and the view beyond it was spectacular, a rocky cliff face with waves from the endless ocean crashing below. My room looked more like a Roman palace, framed by tall marble columns and soft silk drapes.

  “You have a pretty voice,” I said, barely aware of my actions as I slipped into the suds. The water was warm and soothing.

  “Thank you.” She faced me and ran the sponge down my arms.

  Mmmm. It felt so damn good, like a sensual massage only better. Way better. I leaned back against the cool tiles and spread my legs, and she cleaned between them, the sponge tickling my sensitive flesh and making my labia expand with each stroke like a flower opening to the sunlight. Damn, a sponge had never brought me so close to orgasm before. And then she was stroking me there, tickling and teasing moisture out of my slit while she nibbled on my earlobe. She was humming now, the song just as beautiful as before, and my orgasm was building, my pussy welcoming her touch as she inserted a finger deep inside me.

  When her mouth found mine, I was done for. She tasted like vanilla and sex, and her lips were perfectly soft. I welcomed the invasion of her tongue as she speared my weeping flesh with her finger. I screamed when the orgasm took me. I shuddered and then contracted around her finger as she flicked my sweet swollen spot with her thumb. The orgasm seemed to last an eternity, one building on top of another, while she continued to coax more fluid from me with her blessedly long finger.

  I was still throbbing when she pulled out and circled my sweet spot, coaxing yet another orgasm from me as I bucked my swollen button against her. I was barely aware that she was still humming as she trailed kisses down my neck. I slouched in the tub, feeling as boneless as a fileted fish while delightful twitches coursed through me like little jolts of electricity. Hot damn, this siren knew how to fuck!

  Wait! What?

  I screamed like a banshee as I flew out of the tub and grabbed a towel off a nearby chair.

  Holy shit! I’d just cheated on my fiancé. Omigod omigod omigod!

  I spun as she began toweling off beside me, amusement dancing in her beautiful eyes. “What’s the matter?” she asked with a pout. “Didn’t you enjoy your orgasms?”

  “Yes,” I answered too eagerly, before I slapped a hand over my mouth. “N-no!” I spluttered. “I’m engaged.”

  “Oh, my dear Ashley,” she said with a smile in her voice. “You’ve forgotten rule number one. No sin is off limits here.” She grabbed a strand of my hair, twirling it between her fingers.

  I jerked away and stepped back, straightening my shoulders. “Please don’t touch me again.” My voice quavered, and it took all my willpower not to break down and cry. How had I let this happen?

  “As you wish.” She sighed and frowned at my hair.

  She strode over to a Grecian-style vanity with a tall oval mirror and a marble top. I couldn’t help but be in awe of her glistening nude backside. I hadn’t noticed before, but her wet skin from the waist down looked iridescent, almost as if her bottom half was covered in shiny scales, reminding me that she was indeed a siren and part mermaid if mythology was to be believed.

  She picked up a brush from the table and crooked a finger. “Come. I must fix your hair for the party.”

  “I don’t want to go to the party.” I pouted before averting my gaze. Her lithe body was too pretty, and I didn’t want to get caught staring at her perky tits.

  Her eyes widened. “Oh, but you must. My master will be displeased if you don’t.”

  I sank onto a long bench, burying my face in my hands. “I-I can’t face Aedan.”

  “Of course you can,” she said, kneeling beside me and placing a hand on my knee. “Why, I bet he’s spilling his seed into his siren’s mouth as we speak.”

  I sprang up and balled my fists. “What? He has a siren, too?” What the hell!

  The thought of Aedan’s dick in some other woman’s mouth filled my skull with white-hot rage. How dare he cheat on me, especially on our wedding day!

  She flashed a sideways smile. “Don’t be jealous, darling. It is only pleasure.”

  I numbly followed as she tugged my hand, leading me to the vanity. Why did I so blindly obey this woman, following her every command like a lemming? And what did she mean about it only being pleasure? Sure sex was pleasurable, but with Aedan, it was also about loving the man I’d chosen for all eternity. And I’d just carelessly thrown away that love for a few seconds in a hot tub with a demon. To be fair, she wasn’t an ordinary demon. She was a siren, and even though my sucky grade in ancient mythology had brought my GPA down by a whole percentage point, I vaguely remembered learning that sirens were known for their ability to tempt mortals. Well, she’d tempted me all right, but I resolved then and there, that would be the first and last time I ever strayed from Aedan, no matter how much her perky boobs made my mouth water.

  She sat me at a marble bench, one bare breast coming dangerously close to my lips as she grabbed a spray bottle off the vanity.

  “Hopefully, this will tame your hair,” she said.

  My gaze snapped to my reflection in the mirror, and I screamed. My hair! I looked like a dandelion on steroids, just like the day I’d accidentally electrocuted myself via blow dryer. I spun around, eyeing her accusingly. “What happened to my hair?”

  She ran her fingers through my frizzy curls. “I’m not sure. Was it like this when you died?”

  I tried not to get distracted by the way her caress made my scalp tingle. “Um, yeah, but I fixed it with Nephilim healing water.” Deep conditioning treatment hadn’t done the trick. Amazing what death by electrocution could do to one’s follicles. I ran a hand over the angry red welt on my chest where the bolt had zapped my heart and stared down at my thighs, which did seem to be a bit flabbier. Well, damn. I looked exactly like the day I’d died.

  “Unfortunately,” she said. “When mortals are sent to level thirteen, they do not shed their disfigurements. Just be thankful my master hasn’t turned you into an animal.”

  I spun around and looked up at her. “So that goat-man and those bull things were made that way by the Devil?”

  She solemnly nodded. “Yes. His scepter is very powerful.”

  “That wand with the snake head?” I asked as she turned me around.

  “Yes, and you’d do well to keep out of his crosshairs.” She frowned. “He’s easily angered.”

  I swallowed a knot in my throat as I thought about Aedan’s temper. If he kept goading the Devil, he was sure to be turned into a toad-man or a monkey-boy. I cringed when I thought of what his reaction would be when I told him about my bath with the siren. He’d come unglued, most likely unleashing the brunt of his anger on our unholy host.

  My siren valet did an amazing job transforming my mangled mop into a long fancy braid. Then she applied some rouge, eye liner, and shimmery lip gloss. I reluctantly cracked a smile when I saw my reflection in the mirror. She’d made me look beautiful, maybe too beautiful. After all, I didn’t want to tempt any humping monkeys, or worse, the Devil himself.

  The bra she fastened on me had an overload of sparkly beads and shimmery tassels hanging off the nipples. Ugh. It was more hideous than my grandma’s torpedo-tit brassiere. The skirt hung low on my hips, held up by a silky sash. Two slits went up the sides, revealing shapely calves. I sure hoped my shirt was long enough to cover my naval, or Aedan was sure to have a fit, and I already had enough to be sorry for.

  She spun me around, her delicate hands caressing under my girls. “There. You look beautiful. Your breasts are like two ripe melons.”

  Wait. This was it? I couldn’t go out in public with bedaz
zled tits. “I can’t wear this,” I practically screeched, my nipple tassels spinning like propellers as I brushed her hands off me. “It’s too revealing.”

  I thought I saw a flash of red in her eyes as she tilted her chin. “Your innocence is so enchanting. I shall enjoy deflowering you each day.”

  I cringed when she cupped my cheek, her lips pulling back in a wicked smile. There was no way I was letting that psycho siren seduce me again. At least, I hoped there wasn’t a way. I’d already capitulated once to her. I hoped I was strong enough to stop her next time.

  “You don’t understand.” I waved a hand at my reflection in the mirror. “If Aedan sees me in this, he’s going to freak.”

  Aedan was pretty old-fashioned when it came to my choice in attire, which was why I still wore my grandma’s 1940s hand-me-down dresses. That, and the fact that I was trying to save up enough credits to move up from moldy level ten. Jeez. What I wouldn’t give to exchange my current living situation to be back in Purgatory. I didn’t care if the carpets smelled like week-old cat piss and the toilets had a perpetual pink ring around the bowl. It sure beat living in fear of having my soul burn for eternity in the belly of a fire dragon.

  “I understand.” She circled my waist, purring in my ear like a kitten. “Yes, this attire will certainly make him jealous. Why else do you think my master insisted you wear it?”

  I elbowed her away from me. “He insisted?”

  She flashed a wolfish grin. For the first time, I noticed her spiky incisors. What the heck? She was some unholy crossbreed between Dracula, a fish, and a call girl, and dumb-shit that I was, I had allowed her to seduce me.

  “Yes.” She tapped her chin as if lost in thought. “I believe his exact words were, ‘Make sure she wears it, or I will be very displeased,’ and you know how my master gets when he’s displeased.”

  She gave me a pointed look, the wicked gleam in her eyes telling me she’d probably like to watch the Devil punish me. Okay, this bitch was getting more twisted by the minute.

  “Unfortunately, I’ve seen how he gets,” I grumbled, biting my lip as I refrained from saying more. What I really wanted to do was grab that silver-plated brush off the vanity and smack her upside the head, then make a run for it. But where would I go?

  “Aedan will have to hide his jealousy or he might bring my master’s wrath upon him.” She said this with a bit too much perkiness, as if she was deciding between a dark chocolate or milk chocolate candy bar. “It would be a shame for such a delicious piece of man to go to waste.” She licked her lips with a growl, and I could tell she was itching for a taste of Aedan’s cream-filled vanilla pop.

  Oh, no she didn’t! That psycho demon bitch was not trying her tricks on my fiancé.

  I clenched my hands, my head feeling like a boiling kettle as steam practically shot out of my ears.

  “You keep your hands off him,” I said with a rumble so powerful, my voice sounded foreign to me.

  The bitch had the nerve to toss back her head and laugh. “I was beginning to wonder if the kitten had claws. Jealousy becomes you, my dear.” She elbowed me with a wink. “Don’t think you’re the only one who can have fun.”

  Ugh. Why did she have to remind me of the bath of shame? Even if by some miracle Aedan and I survived our captivity in sub-level thirteen, I didn’t know how I’d be able to tolerate an eternity of guilt for having cheated on the man I loved. I thought about Aedan’s first wife, Katherine, and how she’d broken his heart by seducing his brother. I was no better than her.

  I supposed my only hope in securing his forgiveness was if he’d been seduced by a siren as well, even though the thought of his dick in a fishy girl’s mouth made me want to punch a hole through the wall.

  Holy shit, Hell sucked. This mental and emotional torment was almost as bad as getting thrown into the lake of fire, and I had a sickening feeling our unholy host had even more forbidden torture in store for us.

  * * *

  Aedan was waiting for me when Hitler unlocked my door. I hesitated when I saw what my fiancé was wearing, a leotard and tunic from the days of Robin Hood and his merry men. His muscular thighs looked damned good in those burgundy tights, but I could tell he was more than uncomfortable. The look he shot me after gaping at my nipple tassels made me think the rest of his leotard was probably wedged somewhere up his ass crack.

  When he lifted his arms to me, I ran to him, burying my face in his chest. I didn’t deserve his comfort after what I’d just done, but selfish me sighed in relief when he returned the hug.

  “I tried to get out,” I said through a sob, my throat constricting, “but my door was stuck.” I rested my forehead against his chest, too ashamed to look him in the eye, though I knew he’d find out my dirty little secret soon enough. Unfortunately, I’d always had an expressive face, and I knew my guilt would show.

  He ran a hand down my bare back, causing a shiver to steal up my spine.

  “Mine, too,” he whispered into my ear, his voice cracking like old shoe leather.

  I snuggled against him, soothed by his heartbeat, which was beating steady and strong. “Aedan, how do we get out of here?”

  He kissed the top of my head. “I don’t know, but I swear to you I will not rest until I find a way.”

  I wanted to tell him he couldn’t get me out of here fast enough, also that I’d cheated on him with an evil fish woman, but I couldn’t summon the nerve, so I hugged him harder. I pulled back when beads of moisture dripped onto my hand.

  I scowled. “Your hair’s wet.”

  Aedan didn’t have to say a word. The flush in his face that spread all the way to the roots of his thick, wavy, and damp hair, was admission enough. I narrowed my eyes. “Did you have a siren valet, too?”

  He slowly nodded before looking down.

  I stepped back, crossing my arms. “I see. And did she give you a bath?”

  He threw up his hands in mock surrender. “I refused to get in the tub, but then she sang to me.”

  “And then what?” I jabbed his chest so hard, I nearly broke off my French tip. “Did she clean your sensual parts?”

  If his face could get any redder, he’d have been on fire. “She had it in her hand before I could stop her, and then it just shot out.” He flung his hand as if he was jerking off an invisible penis. “Ash, she hypnotized me. Her voice was like a drug.”

  I cocked both hands on my hips. “So your dick went off like a loaded gun? What are you, sixteen?” Never mind that I’d also fallen under the siren’s spell. Aedan was supposed to be perfect. Sure, it was unfair to hold him to a higher standard, but I couldn’t help myself. He was mine, and I didn’t want any other woman, or demon, giving him hand jobs.

  He clasped his hands in a prayer pose. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. Ash, I’m so sorry.”

  He reached for me, but I backed away, turning up my chin as I seethed with anger.

  Then the Nazi monkey let out a laugh that made him sound part hyena before pointing an accusatory finger at me. “She make der naughty, too.” He held up two crooked fingers, darting his tongue between them and waggling his brows. “Das lickin’.”

  Now it was Aedan’s turn to get angry. Thunderclouds swirled in his eyes as he scowled at me. “Is this true? Did your valet give you oral pleasure?””

  I fought the urge to hang my head. Why should I be ashamed when he was just as guilty? “Yes, she did.”

  His jaw dropped. “Your valet was a woman?”

  I slowly nodded, not sure how he’d react to my betrayal.

  “She aroused you?” His voice had dropped to a low rumble.

  I cringed. “Yes.”

  He scratched his head, which I now noticed was indeed very wet, as if he’d soaked in the tub. Wow. He must have really enjoyed his bath.

  “I didn’t think you desired women.” There was no mistaking the accusation in his tone, as if he’d just discovered my secret stash of strap-on dildos and rainbow cargo pants.

  “I don’t, no
rmally, but she was beautiful,” I admitted, involuntarily crossing my legs as an image of her bare breasts flashed in my mind.

  “So I suppose she dressed you like this?” He nodded at my tassel tits with a look that was a cross between a scowl and a pout, like he was jealous he didn’t have nipple propellers, too.

  “Don’t give me that look, Aedan.” I gestured at his crotch. “You and your demon hand job.”

  “I’ve already explained myself.”

  “Not good enough,” I huffed, though I knew it was wrong of me to be angry at Aedan when I’d also succumbed to a siren’s seduction.

  Monkey Hitler was making all kinds of squeaking sounds, his Nazi moustache twitching as he pointed to the end of the hall. I heaved a sigh before following him, Aedan walking silently by my side.

  Shit. This was no way to start a marriage. What the heck was wrong with us? Then I remembered hell’s horny water. It probably made me angry, too, or maybe jealous. Gah! I should have learned by now not to trust hell’s beverages. I was probably better off importing water from Mexico.

  The Devil was waiting for us at the bottom of the spiral staircase. He was dressed much like Aedan, though his tunic had fancier stitching and his ram horns curled around a jeweled crown. He opened his arms, a mischievous and knowing look in his eyes.

  Son of a bitch.

  He’d planned this. He was trying to break us up.

  “Ahhh, there’s the happy couple.” He flashed a devious smile. “Ashley, won’t you come sit with me at the head of the dais while we celebrate your upcoming nuptials?”

  I hesitated. “What about Aedan?”

  I cast my fiancé a worried glance, but Aedan just glared at me. Was he really going to play the jealousy game while the Devil separated us again?

  Our sadistic host stepped up behind me and placed a hand on my lower back, digging his nails into my skin. “Aedan can sit at the lower tables with the other demons,” he breathed into my ear. “Don’t worry. They will make him feel at home.”

  The Devil ushered me toward a long table that was raised higher than the others at the head of the ballroom. The place had been turned into a medieval-style dining hall, with rushes on the floors, long wooden tables, pentagram tapestries hanging from the walls, and something I hoped was a hog roasting on the stone hearth. The women were dressed much like me, with tit flare and low-cut skirts, and most of the men wore leotards and embroidered tunics like Aedan. Court jesters danced around the tables, spilling wine on the women’s breasts and lifting up their skirts. Musicians sang bawdy songs, while the rowdy crowd cheered the lewd parts.