Awakened by a Demoness (9 page)

She was about to take command of it when he planted his hands on her hips, slipped those long fingers into the waist of her black panties, and began edging them down, shattering her ability to think again.

Her breath left her in a rush as she watched his face, charting the change in his expression from nervous to downright hungry and determined to feast on what was before him. She lifted her backside off the bed to help him and his eyes only darkened further, his pupils blowing wide to devour his golden irises. They narrowed a second later, right on the dark curls he had revealed.

That hunger in his eyes grew fiercer, unrestrained and breathtaking.

She gasped when he unleashed it on her, grabbing her panties in both of his strong hands and ripping them off her. She liked that tearing sound just as much as she was going to like it when she ripped his jeans off with her fangs.

She went to look at them but got caught on his torso, on the way every muscle now stood to attention, tensed and delicious beneath his golden skin. Just how much of his body was tanned? She lowered her eyes, following the arch of muscle over his hip, finally reaching his black jeans. Was he a nude sunbather?

She wanted to know.

She sat up and went to reach for the waist of his black jeans, but he shoved her in the shoulder, sending her slamming back onto the mattress so hard that she bounced on it. By the Devil, he was strong. A thrill chased through her.

She’d had demon lovers, and they had been strong, able to master her, but Rey’s strength made theirs pale in comparison. She bit her lip and wanted to rub her thighs together as arousal pooled lower at the thought of him using some of that angelic strength on her, but the angel in question was in the way, his hands on her knees, keeping them apart as he drank in the sight of her.

Like a man starved.

A cry left her as he swooped on her, his tongue spearing her folds. His deep rumbling groan sent a shudder through her, a blazing cascade of tingles that had her moaning in reply. He lowered himself, his wings arching higher, feathers tickling her as he settled them over her, adding to the thrill constantly ebbing and flowing through her.

He laved her pert nub, each hard sweep of his tongue over her flesh sending her soaring higher, and she moaned and quaked as she grabbed the pillow again, trying to anchor herself. He moaned against her, the low sound vibrating through her as he stroked her, and she couldn’t hold back.

She lowered her hand to his head, tangled her fingers in his wild blond hair, and held on, determined to keep him just where he was.

He kissed lower, used his thumbs to part her flesh and devoured her, turning brutal and fierce as he lost control. Each hard press of his tongue was followed by a deep moan, and his wings trembled against her skin, as if his pleasuring her was affecting him as fiercely as it was affecting her.

She twisted her fingers tighter in his hair and rocked against his wicked tongue, desperation flowing in to crank her even tighter inside as frustration mounted, a need to find release that hijacked control of her. She rubbed against him, moaning and close to growling. He swept his tongue up from her core to her nub, swirled it around the sensitive bead.

It wasn’t enough.

Asteria tore at her corset, shoving it down and allowing her breasts to spring free, and used her other hand to tweak and tease her own nipples as the one tangled in his hair guided him lower.

Shoved him really.

He tried to fight back but then he got the message and speared her core with his tongue, thrust it deep in a way that had her arching off the bed and shuddering. She twisted her right nipple and that shuddering became a quivering as tingles raced across her skin and down her belly to where his tongue stroked and teased her.

“Rey,” she bit out, tossed her head right and then left as tension filled her and she stood on the precipice, so tantalisingly close. “Touch me.”

He lifted his head and she growled at him, not quite able to stop herself from issuing that threat as he stopped what he was doing rather than following her damn instruction.

She looked down at him, caught the confusion in his eyes, and wanted to hit him.

She released his hair, grabbed his right hand, and folded his little and ring finger over, brought the other two down to where she needed him. Pressed forwards. Moaned in bliss as they sank deep into her.

Rey let out a very unholy sound and shoved her hand away as he took over, slowly plunging his fingers into her and then withdrawing equally as leisurely, his eyes back on her groin. She clutched the pillow again, trying to surrender to him as he stroked her, his eyes hot on her flesh. Her nub pulsed for his attention, body flexing around his fingers, and he took the hint. He lowered his mouth to it, swirled his tongue around it at the same time as he thrust his fingers into her.

Asteria shattered into a million tiny pieces.

She cried out, body jacking off the bed as release crashed over her, sweeping her away.

Rey stroked and teased her, drawing out her climax and not giving her a moment to drift on the sea of bliss and sink into it. Her arousal climbed again, carrying her back up to a dizzying crescendo and she gasped as a second orgasm sent her dropping down the other side, plummeting back into the waiting sea of ecstasy.

Her mind turned foggy as she struggled to breathe, to piece herself back together.

When she had enough of herself in one piece again, she looked down the length of her body at Rey. He hovered above her thatch of curls, a hazy edge to his eyes, as if he had experienced the incredible pleasure he had given to her too, knew the bliss he had sent through her.

There was hunger in them too though, need that called to her.

Her naughty angel needed.

By the Devil, she would satisfy that need for him.

She wrapped her legs around his torso and flipped him over onto his back. His wings were quick to disappear, gone in a flash as he landed beneath her, chest wedged between her thighs. Those stunning eyes only grew darker as he lowered them to her groin, and as much as she wanted to fulfil that wicked hunger she could see in them and ride his face, she had bigger plans for him.

He tried to grab her when she dismounted but she easily evaded him, and his attempts lost all enthusiasm when she shimmied down the bed and began unbuttoning his jeans. That nervous edge she had sensed in him before returned, stronger this time. She knew it was messed up to be doing this with someone who was technically an enemy, but it was a dream and she was rolling with it.

And it was time she was the one in control.

She popped the buttons on his jeans, slowing as she moved lower, her eyes catching on the outline of his hard cock beneath the black material. Her mouth watered as she undid the last button and slowly parted the fly, and her breath hitched as she revealed his long rigid length. Her fingers itched and she indulged them, ran them down the thick silken shaft, feeling every vein and the ridge that ran down the length of it.

Rey grunted and thrust his hips up, and she pressed her palm to his cock, letting him rub against it as she watched him. His jaw clenched, his mouth pulled taut, his hands fisted the bedclothes on either side of his hips, and his eyes screwed shut as he ground against her palm. Desperate. Wild. Her naughty angel needed this. She could feel it flowing through him, his frustration and desire, his urgent need that drove him to the very edge of despair.

Asteria circled her hand around his length and he stuttered, thrusts faltering as she tightly gripped him. Another grunt left him and his eyebrows furrowed, a pained expression settling on his handsome face. She thumbed the crown as he plunged through the ring of her fingers, teasing the sensitive flesh. He shuddered and bit out a curse.

It seemed the angel had a foul mouth.

His cursing only grew worse when she lowered her head, her hair brushing across his bare hips, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He snarled a string of wicked words and tried to thrust harder, but she held him so firmly he couldn’t move. He could only submit to her.

When he stilled against the mattress, his ragged breaths filling the silence, she loosened her hold to allow blood to flow back into his shaft and suckled the tip. He moaned and writhed, his hands shifting from beside his hips, to above his head, to onto her head as she stroked him with her tongue.

“Asteria,” he breathed, deep voice little more than a strained whisper.

She knew what he needed, was all too happy to give it to him.

She released his cock and tugged his jeans down under his backside, revealing more golden skin that definitely said he sunbathed nude. He groaned and trembled as she lightly raked her claws over the arch of muscle above his hips, following the lines down to his cock and enjoying the contrast of her pale skin and black nails against his golden skin.

She straddled his legs, stroked her hand down his cock and circled it again, and leaned over to suck him in earnest, taking him deep into her mouth before withdrawing to swirl and flick her tongue over the blunt head. He shuddered again, big body trembling beneath her, and gave shallow thrusts accompanied by quiet grunts that spoke of pleasure.

A dull ache started between her thighs and she wriggled them as she sucked him, loosened her hold enough that he could make gentle thrusts into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her black hair, bunched it up into his fist, and then he tightened his grip further, seizing control again.

Naughty angel.

She chastised him by nipping the head of his cock with her blunt teeth and he barked out a moan, plunged deep between her lips, his hips off the bed as he shook beneath her. She kissed it better, lapping at his sensitive flesh before tonguing his slit, drawing another deep moan from his lips. The salty tang of his seed filled her senses and she moaned as she sought more, teased him mercilessly with her tongue until he gave up another drop.

Rey’s hand in her hair tightened further, tugging at it, but she didn’t feel the pain as she drew his cock back into her mouth and her hand joined it, gripping his shaft and moving in time as she brought him to the edge.

He grunted and moaned, rocked into her mouth as much as he could with her holding him, and she felt his frustration mounting just as hers had, his need spiralling beyond his control.

“Asteria,” he groaned and his face screwed up in pain, his free hand latching onto the top of the wooden headboard. His entire body tensed as he gripped it, rocked into her mouth and held her hair, guiding her on his cock. “More.”

She sucked him hard on the way back up, wrapped a hand around his balls and gave them a tug as she reached the tip.

His hips shot up off the bed, cock thrusting deep into her mouth, and his deep primal male roar echoed around the room as he spilled inside her, shooting thick jets of seed that she swallowed as she suckled him, taking everything he gave.

His length throbbed wildly, his breathing ragged in her ears as he shook beneath her.

As he slowly sank down against the mattress, his hand going lax in her hair, she followed him, kept licking and teasing him, drawing out his climax because she had the oddest sensation, a notion that she couldn’t shake.

It had been his first.

That disturbed her. Not because Rey was a virgin, but because that sensation coupled with the ones she’d had about being able to tell that he needed her and being compelled to satisfy him, and the fact she hadn’t felt in control in her own damn dream had made something click.

She lifted her head and looked up at the devastatingly gorgeous man who was smiling down at her, a lazy edge to it as his gaze turned hooded and he relaxed, sated at last, and that sensation she had tried to deny grew stronger, terrifying her.

Fuck no.

He couldn’t be.

Asteria shot up in bed, trembling and aching, still flushed from the pleasure she had experienced in her dream.

Their
dream if what had transpired was anything to go by.

She hadn’t felt in control because Rey had been in control. It had been his dream she had fallen into on succumbing to sleep. He had been dreaming of her, something that often happened when a demon found their mate. It was her potential bond to him that had triggered his dream of her, and when she had fallen asleep at the same time as him, she had made it real.

Too real.

She leaped out of bed and ran straight to the tiny bathroom of her room in the tavern, skin tingling and body somehow aware that the object of its desire was only a few floors away from her. Still dreaming?

She wasn’t going to hang around to find out.

She showered quickly, dressed even faster in her corset, tartan skirt, stockings and boots, and practically bolted out of the door. She thundered down the stairs in the tavern, squeezed through the crowd in the public bar area, and hit the cobbled road at a dead sprint. She banked right, following the busy street straight through the witches’ district to the stairs carved into the cavern wall that would lead her to the surface.

She would intercept the half-breed at the gates and get this mission over with and her arse back to Hell. It was the only way she was going to get her head on straight again and forget about the irritating angel.

She took the steps up the side of the cavern two at a time and didn’t look back as she entered the tunnel that slowly wound its way up to the surface. She hurried along it, the dampness and dank smell of it making her want to retch. Or maybe it was just the knowledge of what an angel was to her making her feel queasy and unsettled.

By the Devil, what was she going to do?

She shook that stupid thought aside. She had a plan, and she would stick with it, and she would avoid Rey at all costs.

She hit the door to the surface, shoved it open and sprinted through the trees. To her right, an elegant sandstone country house stood surrounded by immaculate gardens, home to a band of light fae who ran the town concealed below it.

Ahead of her, the gravel drive of the house led to a wrought iron gate.

Asteria skidded to a halt on the neatly trimmed grass, her eyes growing enormous.