To Summon a Demon (3 page)

He definitely didn’t want to kill her.

Far from it.

She was going to die.

Lili stared down at the blood trickling over her breast. She tracked the path of the red liquid and wondered if the end would be slow or quick.

Had the last ten years had been leading to this one moment? The moment when she finally truly relinquished control, and she embraced peace. After years of anger and sorrow, all of her choices had lead her to this final moment. If the Demon killed her, the torment would be over. The guilt over having lived when Brian had died would be gone.

“Do it.” She flattened her mouth into a tight, uncompromising line and stared into his eyes. His hardness struck her once again. His face was sculpted in harsh lines as he gripped the knife. His long elegant fingers wrapped around the hilt with a deadly purpose.

She tried to push her chest into the tip, but he retracted the blade with a quickness that took her by surprise. She didn’t even seen him move.

The momentum brought her to within a hair's breadth of his muscled hard chest. Heat radiated off him, his muscles tensed and ready for battle as he watched her like the prey she was.

His shoulders could bear her burden for a moment. His chest could cradle her body. He could have taken her with little effort to restrain her and there wouldn’t be much she could do. She had come without weapons.

The only weapon she’d needed was her body. At least that was what she thought.

He studied her with hard intent. “What are you about?”

Death. Peace. Revenge. All her goals and desires jumbled around in her brain as she stood so closely she could see the thickness of his eyelashes and the muscle in his clenched jaw. As the strength of his presence surrounded her, she realized there was only one logical answer.

“Sex.” Wasn’t that why she’d conjured him? To be used.

So if she wasn’t going to get her revenge and she was going to die, she pretty much had only one request.

She didn’t want to die without having sex one last time.

He had wanted her. At least briefly. She remembered his gaze when he first appeared in front of her. Maybe she could make him want her again.

Lili lifted up her hands as if in surrender. Which was what she was doing in effect.

She thought about his massive erection and everything within her softened, preparing for the invasion. She leaned back against the stone outcropping, her hands held above her head. The position caused her back to arch and her breasts to strain against her cotton undergarments.

“Fuck me.”
And then kill me.
Did anything really matter?

As if answering her call, the wind whipped through the tiny cove, the cool breeze blew up her skirt and swirled between her legs.

He continued to assess her without moving, without breathing it seemed. So she took matters into her own hands. She cupped her breasts and offered them to his mouth.

His pupils dilated, and she knew he was thinking about it. Thinking about sucking her nipples until she begged him to sink that cock into her. She pictured him just like she’d imagined when she’d been pleasuring herself.

Her lips parted. She wet them with her tongue as she waited.

Demons loved sex. That was well known.

“Slide that thick steel cock into me. Let my body welcome yours, let me take you inside me, let me pleasure you.” Her womb clenched.

But he said nothing.

“I used to enjoy sex,” she lamented. Revenge, her dead lover, everything, forsaken as she stared at the growing bulge of his erection.

He loosened his breeches all the way. She lounged against the rock, afraid if she made any aggressive moves, he’d kill her before he fucked her.

“It’s been forever.” Lili tilted her hips toward his erection as her fingers plucked her nipples.

She moaned softly as his cock sprang free. “Gods, you’re huge.”

“Watch my back,” he said softly, his gaze lifted upward.

Lili tilted her head back to see the shadow of another man above them. “Is he going to participate?” She didn’t necessarily care.

If she were going to die, what did it really matter?

“Perhaps.” He very carefully lay the knife down on a rock, far enough away from her that she couldn’t reach it.

He didn’t get it. She wasn’t going to attack him.

“Just don’t...hurt me.” She needed to erase the memory of the Fae with their hands and their violation.

“Not right now.”

Perhaps he would hurt her later. She understood the threat.

But then all thoughts went out of her head as he pressed his chest aggressively against the aching points of her nipples. He rubbed hard enough to bring the abraded flesh more sensitivity. He slid his hands down her back and over her buttocks, the contact hard, confident, and filled with intent.

He drew his tongue up the side of her neck, the contact a soft erotic counterpoint to the commanding strength of his fingers. Her breath quickened as he tasted her skin with a singular intensity.

He spread her legs further apart, pressed his palms into the cleft of her buttocks, and lifted her with the strength of his muscular arms.

He supported her body, which was not insubstantial, with only his arms and the help of the rocks behind her. Then he slid his hands further along her buttocks until his fingers were poised to enter her. He teased her nether lips, swirling around her opening, then making a foray inside before pulling back out again.

The scent of his skin filled her nostrils. Heat poured off his body, as his hot hands teased and taunted and took possession of her sex. As he played her body, Lili closed her eyes and focused on the sensations, and not the fact that any number of Demons watched them. He slid one thick long finger inside her, and her vagina clenched, wanting to hold onto that rough contact.

“More,” she begged.

He slid two fingers inside her and rubbed her clitoris with an unsurpassed skill.

“I used to dream about this.” He nipped at her neck. The love bite sent shivers down her spine.

Lili clutched at his shoulders, as arousal pooled low in her abdomen.

“About how succulent and sweet pussy would feel against my fingers, how the taste of aroused woman would coat my tongue, how a woman’s channel would suck me dry.” He dragged his

tongue over the skin of her collarbone, and down across her nipple.

Had his tongue grown longer?

He tickled her nipple with a flutter of the tip of his tongue against her softer skin. The rasp was a sensual abrasion. Every touch sent another blaze of sensation through her body. Her sex pulsed.

“Please,” she whimpered. “It’s not enough.”

“What’s not enough?” he demanded.

And she knew he was going to make her say it aloud.

“I need you inside me.”

“Who?”

“Please, Gaap.” She frantically slid her hands down to his buttocks and tried to ram him against her throbbing mound. She needed friction, she needed contact, and she needed his cock inside her. “Now.”

His knuckles brushed against her ultra-sensitive clitoris.

“Oh God,” Her womb clenched. “Now.”

The head of his cock brushed her wet curls. Her sex dripped, waiting for his invasion. At long last, she would have that connection again.

He stroked her. It wasn’t a tease. He tested her readiness. The Demon took his time and worked on the pleasure of his partner. The action went against everything she thought she knew about Demons.

But then he slid home and her thoughts scattered like seedpods on the wind.

Lili wanted to cry at the rightness of his cock buried deep inside her. It had been so long. He filled her, invaded her with the exquisite girth of his sex. Sensation bombarded her as emotion overwhelmed her.

She hadn’t done this in ten long years. Brian. Brian. Her heart cried out, her brain grasping at Brian’s memory, trying to recall his face.

Gaap paused, as if he could sense her anguish.

Then he pulled back out. “Who am I?” he demanded.

She moaned when he gripped her chin in his hand and forced her eyes open. Lust exploded in her at his fierce expression.

Her heart was empty and her soul barren, but her body was on fire. For a Demon. The ultimate betrayal and yet she couldn’t stop craving, needing the erotic sensations of his body joining hers.

Sexual stimulation rolled over her like waves on the sand. “Gaap,” she whimpered.

“Excellent,” he growled and plunged back in. In and out.

Her whole body tingled, layer upon layer of arousal swelled through her. The rough hairiness of his chest abraded her nipples. The flex of his thighs parted hers, forcing her legs further apart, even as her hips rose to meet his urgent thrusts. With each meet, they slammed together, her body hungry for release. Hungry for the euporia that lay just beyond her reach.

Gaap gripped her buttocks in his large palms and lifted her higher. The new position caused his cock to rake along her clit with every thrust. And the head of his erection rubbed that secret spot inside with each frantic meeting until her body exploded. Lili came so hard, light fractured and splintered, and she was unable to distinguish the stars in her eyes from the stars in the sky.

Gaap continued to pump in and out of her. He invaded her body, her mind, until she could see nothing, was nothing, and then she thought of nothing but Gaap.

Gaap paused, buried to the hilt, as her body milked his cock. The feel of her sex was even more spectacular than he’d anticipated. His entire body throbbed with the need to move but he held still, waiting, waiting.

As her muscles began to soften and her eyes began to drift closed, he moved again. Each plunge into her body was like the blade of his sword as he joined them together with carnal intent. His balls slammed against the swollen lips of her mound. She raked his shoulders with her nails as her desire rose again.

Gaap's blood sizzled. The power of the moon shone down upon his back and the force of his desire burst through him. His vision grayed and the world seemed to tremble. Until finally, he shook like the earth's core as it broke open and sent the Demons back to the surface. His orgasm roared through him and blasted all thought from his mind.

Lost to sensation, Gaap contined to ram in and out of Lili's body. Her arms, her legs, her cunt clutched at him with desperation.

Gaap's attention snapped back to Lili and he demanded she climax again.

She held his gaze with uncompromising fierceness. The pain in her eyes wrapped around the rusty organ of his heart as surely as her legs gripped his waist. The ferocious swell of sorrow swamped him. Power flooded into his body, overwhelming him. He concentrated on the swell of magick. Instead his brain, his thoughts traveled another direction.

Had he ever felt as she obviously felt?

As they descended from the sexual high, Gaap kept one ear attuned for enemies and wondered at her willingness to die. He could sense a deep and abiding unhappiness in her even when she reached her peak.

She wasn’t faking. She didn’t care if he killed her.

The notion bothered him more than he’d care to admit.

Perhaps she’d been coerced. Or perhaps the Fae had offered her oblivion by becoming bait. But why would they hand him the gift of her strong emotions?

“It’s best if we go.” Leraye spoke from behind him. “Finish it.”

He was right. They had lingered far too long in this little cove. But Gaap was reluctant to leave her. “In a moment.”

He pulled his quickly fading erection from her and righted his clothing. While the woman lay limply back against the rock.

“Get dressed.”

“Aren’t you going to do it?” She gestured half-heartedly to the knife he’d set on the rock out of her reach.

“Perhaps later,” Gaap said lazily. He still needed to discover how the Fae were planning to use her to get to him. And they must have wanted him specifically because she named him during the summons.

“Maybe I want you to.” She held her arms out defiantly as if waiting for the plunge of his blade.

Instead, Gaap pulled her to her feet. He yanked the laces together on her wool tunic overlay. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist. Gaap tugged the skirt down.

“Let’s go.” He bit out the command. Gaap looked at her lush body, barely hidden by the common, rough cotton. He would return her to her home and then he needed to discuss this development with his trusted advisors.

Gaap kicked sand over the remnants of the fire and the charred clothing.

“What did you use for kindling?”

“Driftwood and scraps from the dress I was wearing when I was attacked.” She stood

lethargically in front of him, not moving, just docile.

Which he was pretty sure wasn’t in her nature.

“Maybe you asked for it.”

She snorted. “Right.”

When she didn’t move, he prodded. “Why did you ask me?”

“If I’m going to die, I wanted to have sex just one more time.” She shrugged. “It had been a long time.”

“How long?”

“Are you going to throw me into the ocean?” she asked idly, as if the answer were unimportant.

“What for?”

“Like a sacrifice.”

Demon sacrifice? It might be amusing to scare her but right now the spot between his shoulder blades was itching and her easy acceptance of her death was seriously beginning to piss him off.

“Let’s go.”

And that right there jostled her into defiance. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“You’re right.” He was going to escort her home and then leave her there. No way was he bringing her anywhere near the castle. He curled his fingers around upper arm and tugged her away from their little sex spot.

“You aren’t going to kill me?” She seemed completely shocked by this turn of events.

“Not today.”

“Then...are you going to help me?”

“Help you.”

“If I’m going to live, I want my vengeance.”

He’d think about it. What were the Fae trying to accomplish?

“Not today.” He repeated the words again.

“I guess I’ll just have to summon another Demon tomorrow,” she taunted. “What was the