Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Did I pick the only guy in all of the Kingdom of Roses who can’t fuck me? This is far worse than being cursed with iron blood.
“Why? Why didn’t you just sell your soul or something less valuable than your cock?” I word-vomit my thoughts out, and he nods his head as if he agrees completely in this terrible moment we’re both suffering through.
Shit.
My eyes open, and I hate what I’m about to do right now.
“Don’t judge me, okay?” I say.
His head tilts, but he doesn’t seem to know what to say.
“And leave. You should probably leave before he comes.”
“He who?” He dips his head to force me to meet his eyes, but I still look to where the droplets of water are sliding down the silver drain.
“Krave,” I say with a sigh desperate for relief. “Krave. Krave!” I say his name three times like a nasty curse.
Just as I had the first time I accidentally summoned an incubus.
8
Demonic Encounters
Damien
Every bizarre thing this woman has done since I met her is nothing compared to this. I can feel the ominous sensation of her words as her whisper fans across my chest. It’s a feeling. Dark magic is an energy all its own. The hair on my arms lifts with a knowing warning that I should listen to.
I should listen to her as well. I should leave. Now.
But I can’t let her go. I can’t leave her alone to face all of this when she’s already so weak from whatever’s inside her.
Inky glittering smoke wafts up from the drain. The fumes thicken little by little.
Until a demon with pure iron-colored eyes gazes upon her with a hungry look. He sits on the far edge of the bathtub, one long leg thrown lazily over the other. Slashing, chaotic tattoos line his chest, arms, and fingers. Symbols are scrawled along his knuckles and the only one that catches my attention is a royal crown on his middle finger. A thin bar pierces through his inky brow. Glinting fingers tap against his knee in the strangest sight. It’s like his fingertips are dipped in the fine particles of crushed black gemstones. His stark leathery wings behind him gleam with the same shimmering effect.
“I missed you too, Aries,” is the first cocky thing he says, with a smile like death carving his smooth features.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask. I’m seated behind her but my palms slide across Ari’s curves and I try to shield her shaking body with my own the best I can.
“She said my name three times, love. Do try to keep up.” His big eyes never leave the naked woman in my arms. “You surprised me for my birthday with a threesome, Aries? You are so sweet.” He lowers himself so slowly, it’s like a snake dropping from the sky.
“It’s not your birthday, Krave,” she whispers with a dying sort of breath.
“Every day’s my birthday when I’m with you,” he says in the most charming way that makes me distrust him even more.
He extends his hand slowly. My gaze is so wide, I’m assessing every move the two of them make. Every sweeping look he gives her, every desperate breath she takes. Every. Single. Inexplicable thing.
And then, she slides her palm into his. A gasp like a choked moan skims over her lips, and now I’m watching her just as much as he is.
“Tell me where it hurts, love,” he coos to her, pulling her close until I’m forced to slowly release my hold on her small body. I sink down behind her in the tub.
I can’t tear my gaze away from her as she takes his hand and slides it down her chest, over her navel, and right down between her hips. My eyebrow arches, but I don’t look away.
Long silver hair sweeps over her slender back as her head tips up toward the wooden beams above, and a sound like pure ecstasy leaves her shaking in his arms.
“Lie back. Let me take care of you,” he says in a calming tone.
Simply from the sound of his voice, I almost believe he will.
When her body lowers, her soft wings slide against my chest, and I’m so lost right now, I just hold her like a fucking creep watching the two of them while wishing I could be him.
I fucking hate myself in this moment. More than my father ever could.
“Damien.” My name rasps from her mouth, accompanied by the most uncontrollable moan as he fucks her harder with his hand.
Did I say hate? I meant fucking despise. I despise myself right now. Self-loathing is at an all time high currently.
She looks up at me with a mixture of guilt and lust in her pretty features.
“Please leave,” she gasps, withering in my hands, her back arching from me as her hips thrust against him.
I should go.
“Don’t go,” the demon says with wild, sinister eyes.
He’s alluring. His tone, his shirtless body, even his gaze exudes this demanding, intriguing essence. Someone like him just reminds me why seraphs are forbidden to mingle with other supernaturals.
“Kiss her,” he whispers darkly like a faint voice in the back of my mind.
I glance from him to her, and her hooded eyes drift slowly to my lips.
It isn’t a hard choice.
Even if it is suggested by the worst person I should never take advice from.
My head dips, and she lifts to catch my mouth with hers.
The delicious sounds she makes against me change the way I hold her. My palms settle more firmly against her damp skin, and my fingers sweep up to roll across her pebbled nipple until she’s kissing me harder and deeper.
I want more. I want more than I’ve wanted in over a year.
And it has nothing to do with the sex-fueled atmosphere, and everything do to with the beautiful woman lying in my lap.
My palm pushes lower and my fingers slide ever so slowly down her folds. Wet fingers glide over mine, and the moment I touch him, unimaginable lust bursts through my chest.
“Fuck,” I growl against her mouth. The lowest rumbling laughter hums around the room from the demon across from me.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Fallen?”
Her body goes taut in my arms, and she slams her head back against my shoulder with the sexiest fucking sounds coming from her swollen parted lips. I can’t take my eyes off of her as her release trembles through every part of her perfect body.
A hand grips the edge of the bathtub right next to my shoulder, and his skin slides against mine as he holds himself above us like a creature of the night preparing to devour its prey. I look up and meet those wild black eyes of his. He searches my face, his attention dipping to my lips before he leans closer, closer.
And then hovers his lips over hers, never touching, never kissing, but something much more intimate passes between them when he takes a deep breath.
She lifts to meet him, but he never seals their lips. Instead, flecks of glittering black and glowing gold syphon from her gasping mouth. The colors twirl between them, and the demon’s eyes flutter shut as he inhales what she gives him with a groan that even I feel deep inside.
For a single fleeting moment, I think he’s draining her of life. He must be stealing her soul or eating her sins.
But the animalistic growls and the strain of his cock against his dark jeans tells me he isn’t taking sinister things from her at all.
He’s taking her orgasm.