Despite the audience shouts for them to do something, he figured those demands hadn’t caused her faint embarrassment.
“I don’t know what you’re asking,” he said.
“You’re looking at me funny.”
She was doing the same to him. As if no other person was in this place with her.
Forgetting her question and not wanting to speak, he kissed her hard and fast and then used his power to lift her to a sitting position.
She glanced at his cock nestled between her damp folds. “You want to fuck with me on top?” She beamed.
His liberal attitude toward sexual positions wasn’t the reason he’d allowed her to straddle him, even if the missionary style wasn’t his fave. Those poor fools had missed so much. Not him. Or her. “I have another idea.”
His power whipped her around until her back faced his front. “Bend over and move your hips toward my shoulders.”
She did, her cunt and nub above his mouth, his nuts and cock beneath hers.
“Go on.” He swatted her ass playfully. “You know what to do.”
She’d done a hellacious job earlier. Her mouth, lips, tongue, and throat had branded themselves onto his junk.
She looked past her shoulder at him, hunger in her eyes, tenderness beneath it. “You surprise me.”
Her words and sentiment pleased and unnerved him. Not knowing what to say, he pulled her hips down and pressed his face to her cunt.
She bucked. A guttural noise spilled from her.
He was having trouble keeping in his moans and growls. She smelled like life and lightness, rather than dark damnation, a spark lingering from her previous existence.
It should have taunted him for what he no longer had but soothed and aroused instead.
He licked her dew, liking how wet she was. Not from Andros. His come had already dissipated. Demons didn’t need their ejaculate to impregnate so it never lasted. Meaning her lust for him had dampened her folds.
A greater gift didn’t exist.
He glided his tongue up her cleft and circled her firm nub.
She moaned and pushed closer, neglecting her role in this act.
He swatted her butt, a reminder to tend him.
The crowd cheered and stamped their feet, the thunder they created rocking the stadium and bed.
Prior to their outburst, he’d again forgotten about them.
For a newbie and women’s rights advocate, she behaved as if they were negligible. Only he mattered.
He wouldn’t have had it another way, liking her even more.
Chastised from his reminder, she licked his shaft and eased his crown between her lips.
He trembled at her heat, the outside wastelands having nothing on it. Despite his accelerated temperature as a demon, her warmth seeped into him, adding no discomfort, only a blessing to what they did.
She licked his most sensitive spot.
His toes curled and his breath stalled, miraculous feelings sluicing through him, surpassing goodness, honesty, and everything else that counted.
She squeezed his balls lightly.
He gasped from the pleasure, inhaling wrong, and coughed until he couldn’t pull in any air. If he hadn’t seen her decent side, he would have guessed she was trying to pleasure him to death.
Time to do the same to her.
He held her clit between his teeth and lapped the kernel fast, slow, then somewhere in between, keeping her off balance.
She squirmed.
He drew in his tongue, abandoning her clit.
Oaths poured from her, some those banned down here.
Bad girl. He liked her this way. “Keep that up, and I won’t let you come.”
She twisted to look at him, her face flushed. “I was thinking the same for you.”
They laughed and then went at each other again, his fingers in her cunt, her pinkie in his anus, their mouths on each other’s sex.
The crowd yelled and cheered.
Tensing, he struggled not to come first, working her hard so she would.
She fought him.
Dammit. This wasn’t the time for her to be mulish. Doubling his effort, he licked, sucked, and rubbed.
A shout tore from her, her pussy quivering around his fingers.
Letting loose, he shivered from top to bottom, spun, sailed, and soared, his come spurting into her mouth.
Although she didn’t know what to expect from a demon, she didn’t pull away. She drank his offering, then licked his cock and balls.
A tribute he wouldn’t have asked for. One he’d hold dear.
Chapter Eight
Racan
Racan kicked the outside door in, then used his power to close the fucking thing. Winded and hot, he sagged against the wood.
Standing nearby, Andros rubbed his chin.
Great. Just the audience Racan didn’t need. Megan hadn’t been anywhere outside. He’d run as far as she might, before she burned to a cinder, but found nothing. He’d questioned the demons who either worked the fiery landscape or mined the minerals to operate the power here. None had seen her, nor had they hidden her in their tents to play with later. Only their half full cups of water were inside, the sole drink a low-status devil got during a twenty-four-hour period, unless they purchased additional refreshments at the company store. A real racket and Satan’s idea. Through the centuries, he’d become the ultimate prick.
Andros regarded the volcanic dust clinging to Racan’s clothes. “Since when do you take runs outside? And wear shoes?” He pointed at the leather thongs.
After a few seconds, the blistering ground had burned his toes. “So many lights broke in the club during the fight, I thought I’d talk to the guys doing the excavating. I didn’t want any lapses in service.”
The last time that happened hadn’t been pretty. Deprived of light, females, and drink, the demons tore the place apart. He and the guys had subdued them, and during the subsequent repairs the waitstaff relaxed for three hours. The longest time they’d had in five centuries. That period grew mythic, the particulars passed from established servers to newbies as a utopia to strive for. A worrisome matter. No telling what the females would do for extra downtime, even encouraging the males to revolt again. Those dumb bastards would do anything for pussy. He, Vespar, and Andros had to put a stop to any story romanticizing the event. Ceaseless propaganda did the trick. Within years, the servers and devils forgot what had happened, growing manageable once more. “I figured the crew should increase today’s extraction for additional power, meaning extra lamps.”
“Good thinking,” Andros said. “What happened with Megan?”