Addictions of a Sex Demon (3 page)

Axel was fingering the button of his spider-leather pants
when a knock came at the front door. He continued undressing, choosing to
ignore the visitor. The knock sounded again. “Please, Stavros! We saw you
return. We need your help.”

Fucking hellplane! Axel was at the door in an instant and
threw it open. It slammed against the wall hard enough to puncture it. “What is
it?”

“Axel, thank the gods.” Baldir of the Aerion Trolls stood
with his only daughter in his arms. Many breeds of troll were thick in girth,
but the young woman’s usually plump form was thin and sickly. “She’s been ill
for two days. I know not what is wrong. Please, Axel. I don’t know what else to
do. I’ve tried everything.”

The last pains in Axel’s groin fled, replaced now by the determination
to help the man’s daughter. “You know the consequences, Baldir?”

The troll nodded in response, his hairy brows furrowing deep
with knowledge. Axel was renowned as the town healer, but with his services
came very specific side effects.

Axel took the young woman into his arms and strode into a
back room, leaving the troll behind. Lying Baldir’s daughter, Rosey, on his
bed, Axel inhaled deeply, commanding his scales to penetrate his usually soft
skin. First the scales hardened, and then they slowly peeled back against the
flesh until they pointed outward like tiny weapons.

Axel drew his wrist over one of the sharp scales until blood
formed. Placing it over the unconscious girl’s lips, he let his warm crimson
livelihood slide into her mouth. A few drops would be enough. He brought his
hand away after only a moment, making sure she wouldn’t choke on the liquid.
Instead, the small dose of dragon demon blood he’d given her would be absorbed
straight into her system like a vitamin.

She’d be healed in a night’s time, but she’d have powerful,
erotic dreams of him. All quetzalem blood provided this side effect when
consumed by a woman—a powerful mechanism to ensure the survival of the race. If
consumed by a man, quetzalem blood induced nightmarish hallucinations of
violence. In all cases, it was worth it because Axel’s blood had saved many
lives. This was why he was the town’s most valuable healer. When possible, he
distributed herbs and tonics, but situations like this one called for his
unique treatment. Another reason he avoided traveling to other towns. Quetzalem
blood was a hot commodity, and the last thing he wanted was a bunch of groupies
or hunters on his doorstep.

Wiping a dot of blood from her lips, Axel gathered Rosey
into his arms and took her back through the house to her father. Baldir
gratefully thanked him, and as usual, Axel refused payment. Healing was his
gift, and dealing at night allowed him to live comfortably without charging for
his healing services.

Seeing the father and still-unconscious daughter out the
door, Axel returned to the solace of his home to contemplate his own situation.
The thinning of the brimstone in his body made him weak, and sharing his blood,
although only a little, had made him feel even weaker. He had to find a mate and
he had to find one fast.

* * * *

When night finally came, Axel decided he was too unnerved to
deal. He’d just finished distributing some ginger ’shrooms and already his
bones were beginning to chill. The brimstone was waning, weakening him.
Pleasuring himself after the trolls had gone did nothing. As he patrolled the
dark alleys, Axel knew he was on edge and would likely end up in some kind of
brawl. Maybe that’d be a good idea. After all, he needed to work off some
steam.

“Hey, stud. You’re awfully tempting, you know. I have this
rule about dealers and you make me want to break it.”

Axel turned at the smoky invitation and would have sworn
he’d heard the vocals of a fellow dragon demon. The pure sound of her voice
heated his blood to molten lava. Instead of a quetzalem, he found the hot-pink
haired vixen from town. In the dark alley, her eyes glowed like fireflies. He’d
never seen a gaze so beautiful. His veins may have been laced with brimstone,
but her eyes were tiny orbs of fire shining through the darkness.

“What are you?” he asked.

“A girl with a craving.” She drew a tongue over full, pink
lips. “Make that two cravings.”

Her bluntness left him a speechless idiot. His dick slowly
hardened, his eyes raking over her sinfully curvaceous form.

“I see you have a hunger as well.” She licked her lips once
more, taking her time, painting a perfect seduction. The way her mouth parted,
he imagined sliding his hard cock into the soft, wet warmth of her throat. Her
eyes narrowed on his groin. “You’re lucky I don’t have a thing for gentlemen.
Now, maybe if we can take care of this first need, we can satisfy the second
one together.”

She strode toward him and grabbed the hardening mass between
his muscular thighs, giving it a good squeeze, as if appraising him for the
future. He groaned at the unexpected affection.

“Who are you?” he asked, searching the angelic, young face
of the woman. Her eyes were like amber.

“I told you. A lady with a craving. You must be new at this
whole drug dealer thing. We don’t generally exchange names. Now, a palm of
ground fae wing would be great.”

The siren with the sweet face wanted one of the most
dangerous drugs on the market? The desire stirring in his gut turned to
something else, concern.

* * * *

Sephina tapped her foot against the wet cobblestone of the
alley floor. The handsome demon was quickly getting on her nerves. Why did the
sexy ones have to be so slow? Not wanting him to see her hands shake, she
jammed them into her back pockets. As a result, her chest filled most of the
small space between them. If that didn’t entice him, she didn’t know what
would. She waited for him to retrieve the drug and, for the first time, she got
a good look at his face. His cool, blue skin was the color of steel, glinting
in the moonlight. Jet black hair framed sinfully blue eyes, the kind that had
women stripping off their panties. Feeling itchy once more, Seph reached out to
touch his skin.

He caught her wrist with a firm grasp. “I don’t sell fae
wing. It’s dangerous and addictive.” His neon blue eyes seared into her, his
words cutting like a knife. “From the trembling of your hand, I can see you are
already familiar with its qualities.”

“Not as familiar as I’d like to be right now,” she muttered
before noticing his jaw lock in place. He was angry, but why? “Oh, I know. You
never got your happy ending earlier. Well, you give me the fae wing and I’ll
rectify that.”

His hands found her ass, and in a flash she was carried
through the air and her back slammed against the wall. His voice grumbled, low
and thick with danger. “How about you rectify that anyway and I distract you,
because I’m not going to be selling you fae wing, nor will I let anyone else in
this town.”

“Fuck.” Desperation and desire collided together. Before she
had time to decide which one pulled rank, the blue-eyed demon plundered her
mouth. His tongue parted her lips and the erotic precision had her head tilting
against the wall.

A slave to her own lust, she allowed him further
exploration. His hands squeezed the soft curves of her ass tighter until she
groaned. The outline of the brick wall molded into her back as the demon worked
the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Her lips betrayed a moan as he
continued to erotically massage her ass. She’d almost forgotten her purpose for
being there. She bit down on his lip nearly hard enough to draw blood.

The demon released her from the kiss, but used the momentum
to hoist her from around his waist up to his shoulders. Her back hit the wall
once more, but this time, her short, leather skirt bunched around her hips and
her thighs straddled his face.

“Shit!” She gasped when he didn’t hesitate. The dedicated
demon nuzzled her most intimate flesh and kissed her there, plunging his tongue
deep inside of her.

She screamed at the pleasure. Her skull collided with the
wall behind her, but the ecstasy exploding between her legs was so great that
she didn’t even care about the headache she’d have later. His tongue circled
her clit before his lips locked on to suckle. Her hands went to his hair,
grabbing on for dear life as a climax slammed into her. His tongue swept deep
into her core as if he lived to taste the evidence of her satisfaction. He
groaned as he delighted in her flesh one last time. She shuddered when the lick
traced the length of her feminine walls and caressed her sensitive bud.

“That was fast,” he whispered against her inner thigh. It
came out like a sensual growl that sounded nearly as pleasured as she was.

Mortification replaced ecstasy. “Fast, you say?” Sephina grasped
his neck and swung down in an easy move. She didn’t even bother tugging down
her skirt. Instead, she went straight for his fly and yanked open his pants.
His long, thick cock sprung free and her mouth watered in anticipation. She’d
show him fast. He’d see what wonders a succubus could work between her lips.

A primal moan echoed in the alley as she took him in her
mouth. She slid down his shaft and the taste of cinder popped against her
tongue. She purred with delight at the unexpected smoky taste of his flesh.
Oh
gods, he’s yummy.
She moved up and down his hard rod, savoring the way the
thick mass fit in her mouth. She tightened her hold on the base of his penis
until he groaned. As her fingers squeezed his wide girth, his veins thickened
beneath her touch, pumping the evidence of his impending climax.

“Wait!” He jerked away from her. “Are you okay?”

“Probably better than you at this moment.” She glared at
him. What kind of man sabotaged his own climax?

“You can’t touch me. I’m on fire—”

“I have that effect on people.” Still crouching only a foot
away, Sephina kicked out with her leg and sent the demon to the ground. In a
flash, she knelt between his legs to finish what she started. She sucked harder
this time, knowing full well he might try to sever the connection once more.
Hell no, she wouldn’t let some strange, blue-skinned demon one-up her on the
pleasure scale.

He growled as her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. He
jerked within the clutches of her mouth and she knew he was close. Once more, she
savored the taste of smoke and sulfur. The friction from her tongue gliding
quickly up and down his shaft created sparks of heat. Soon he was coming and
she swore she tasted liquid fire.

Sephina glanced up at the demon and saw his blue eyes
smoldering with both ecstasy and disbelief. Yeah. She was that good. She sucked
the last drop out of his glistening shaft. When she glanced down, she saw smoke
rising off his flesh. “Now that’s hot.”

“Shit!” The demon released the breath he’d been holding.

“You weren’t so bad yourself, demon.”

“That’s never happened before.”

She stood and adjusted her skirt before raising a brow in
his direction. “Please don’t tell me I just popped your cherry.”

He finished fastening his pants and grabbed her, pulling her
close. So close she could smell brimstone on his breath. His sky-colored gaze
burned down into her and for the first time, she realized just how dangerous
the man could be if he put his energy behind pummeling rather than pleasuring.

She exhaled through the sensual tension. “That’s quite the
serious smolder you’ve got working there, dealer.”

He silenced her by crushing his lips to hers, diving into
her mouth with his tongue. He swept inside her and their tongues met in smooth,
liquid heat. His hands navigated their way down her curves. Good gods, she
hoped this meant there’d be a round two. She was really starting to like this
town.

He broke the kiss. “You’re my female. Thank gods I’ve found
you.”

Her jaw dropped. Yes. It seemed there was definitely going
to be a round two.

Axel reached out and touched the soft flesh of his woman.
He’d been given the gift of a hellion with the face of an angel. Her cheek fit
perfectly in his palm as he cupped her face. Her eyes flickered in response,
shifting from a playful, yellow glow to a deep, primal, amber hue. He drew his
finger down her shoulder and observed the heated silk of her skin.

“You’re hot enough to be a dragon’s mate.” He spoke gently,
afraid to spook her.

Her dainty hand swatted him away. “A sexual demon like you
doesn’t need cheesy pickup lines.”

He frowned. “Your skin is very warm, woman. What are you?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

Axel appraised her and was happy to note that her climax had
helped stop the trembling of her hands. But it would only be a matter of time
before the effects of the withdrawal continued. “My name is Axel Stavros, one
of the few quetzalem in this realm.”

He searched her face for a reaction, but found none.
Instead, the firecracker ran a hand through her electric pink hair, mussing it
up so that she looked like she’d just rolled out of bed. He groaned at the
thought.

“Quetzalem, huh? Well, that explains the tasty BBQ
smokehouse quality of your skin.”

He frowned. There was no detecting how this woman truly felt
about his intentions. “You are familiar with my breed then? Perhaps you know
that once a year we go into heat for twelve hours, and during this time we need
constant climax to fan the embers of the brimstone lacing our bones. If we do
not, our brimstone dries. Never more can we get it back once the cinders turn
to ash.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you found the sex demon in town,
isn’t it?”

Of course.
He should have guessed. She was too damn
hot to be anything else; it was her young, innocent face that had convinced him
otherwise. He’d already experienced the fire coursing through her veins like
liquid passion, and he knew her claim to be more than true. It was an
understatement.