Blood of the Demon (25 page)

“Shush. Let me.” She knelt in front of him, watching his anticipation build. But then she saw what he wore under his jeans. Nothing.

One gentle tug freed his cock from the confines of his jeans. It angled toward her, as if eager for her attention. He was so hard and so incredibly arousing. So perfect. She wrapped her hands around his erection and took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before sucking.

“Oh... damn.” He groaned and clutched her head, letting her go on for several moments before tugging her away. “Stand up.”

She obeyed, panting as she rose to her feet. He visibly collected himself. Just when she thought he would protest, he lifted his gaze to hers. The hunger in his eyes was undeniable, and it took her breath away.

He motioned toward one of the lounge chairs. “Go sit down.”

Her lips curled into a satisfied smile.
At last.

§

Keegan watched Brynn walk to one of the chairs, which was covered with thick padding. She sat on it and waited, licking her lips while her hungry gaze devoured his stiff arousal. He knew she feared he’d change his mind, but he wasn’t about to back down. Not now. He couldn’t.

After tugging his jeans all the way down and stepping out of them, he joined her.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

He chuckled and knelt in front of her, untying her robe. One tug was all it took to pull the robe open, slowly unveiling her to his view like a priceless work of art. His breath caught. “You’re the beautiful one.”

And she was, with her small, firm breasts topped by dusky, beaded nipples. He took one in his mouth, tugging and sucking on it until she moaned and arched her back. Then he greedily lavished the same attention on the other. Finally, he trailed kisses down to her stomach and sat back, parting her legs and exposing her to his view.

“Keegan,” she gasped.

“Lie back,” he whispered. She obeyed, and he slid a finger between her legs, flicking and pressing against her clit. When he sucked it into his mouth, she cried out, her hips lifting off the lounge chair. The sound of her pleasure was beyond arousing.

Rearing back, he rubbed along her slit, spreading the moisture, and slowly pressed one inside her. She was so wet, so hot.
So tight
. He couldn’t wait to be there.

“Oh, please,” she gasped, pulling his hair.

“Shush,” he whispered, blowing lightly over her flesh. Bit by bit, he slid another finger in with the first. Then he moved them in and out, keeping time with her heavy moans. His cock twitched, eager to take their place. He was so hard he ached. But he wanted to make her come first.

He had to taste her. Arranging her legs over his shoulders, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. Delicious. She tasted so sweet, he didn’t ever want to stop.

“Keegan,” she screamed, her whole body arching upward.

That’s it.
He groaned in satisfaction as she came apart beneath him, her thighs tightening around his head. Then, when her spasms died away, he rose over her.

“Please,” she said, her gaze down between their bodies as she grasped his erection and pulled him forward. He groaned at the almost painful pleasure of her hand enclosing him. She guided him to her, trying to press him in. “I want you so much.”

“Yes,” he growled, bracing himself on his elbows as he pressed down. The head of his cock slipped in, the heat and pressure making him gasp. “So tight.”

He brought his lips to hers, giving her a deep kiss as he pushed, slow and steady, all the way inside. She was so incredibly tight, and from the way she panted against his mouth and wriggled under him, he sensed she was a little uncomfortable with his fullness inside her. Still, he didn’t stop until he had completely seated himself within her. He couldn’t.

His balls were so heavy and full it felt like he might explode. But not yet. Not yet.

As he kissed Brynn and waited for her to adjust to him, his mind was consumed with one thought. Just one.

Home.
She felt like home.

§

Brynn breathed in and out, holding on tight to Keegan while he kissed her. She’d come so hard against his tongue, had gotten so wet, that she would have thought he’d slide right in. But still, his size took a little getting used to.

“I’m good now,” she whispered.

He shifted, gazing at her from half-lidded eyes. “You sure?”

“Yes.” She gasped as he pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in. Then again and again, tensing his hips each time. Lifting all the way up onto his hands, he angled his hips even more for maximum penetration. She felt so amazingly full. So great.
This
was what she’d been missing.

“More?” he asked, between thrusts.

“Oh... yes,” she gasped, digging her fingers into his ass and drawing him deeper into her. Already, her body shuddered and spasmed like it would fall to pieces. Each silky, gliding thrust brought her that much closer to the edge.

With a low growl, he lifted one of her legs over his arm and angled himself so that she felt each and every thrust all the way to her core.

She came apart again with a scream, her legs shaking from the force of her orgasm.

“Brynn,” he cried as he followed her into oblivion, pumping deep inside her. Only after she’d milked every last drop did he fall on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly to her. That had been so incredibly intense. Even now, she had residual pulses where his flesh still met hers.

“That was... wow.”

He lifted his head to shoot her a lazy, satisfied grin. “Yes, it was.”

When he lifted off her, she rolled to her side and scooted backward to give him some more room next to her. Not that it helped. The lounge chair was so narrow he still threatened to topple off it, but he didn’t seem to care. He just stared at her, smoothing her hair down. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, then bent down to kiss her.

No—they were incredible together. When he gave her an inscrutable look, Brynn asked him, “You aren’t having any regrets, are you?”

“Just one.”

Disappointment washed over her in waves. She hadn’t expected him to say yes. “What is it?”

“This lounge chair is too damned small.”

“Oh.” Relieved, she let out a little giggle.

He rose and lifted her into his arms in one easy movement, shooting her a naughty grin.

“What?” Brynn asked as he carried her inside and gently laid her on the large bed.

“
Again
,” he said, covering her mouth with his.

§

Full dark had already fallen by the time Keegan awoke from his deep slumber. Moonlight streamed in through the French doors, illuminating Brynn’s sleeping form. She lay on her stomach, the silk sheets covering up to her waist. Her skin was a shade of pale cream under the light of the moon.

“My moonlight goddess,” he whispered. Damn, he was becoming a total sap. If Taeg could hear him now, he’d laugh him all the way into the next dimension. But he didn’t give a shit.

He hadn’t slept this deeply in ages. And it was all because of Brynn. She was the light to all the dark that warred inside him. Practically, he knew he should feel bad about what happened. She relied on him to save her life, and probably believed she was indebted to him. He couldn’t bring himself to regret anything that happened between them. Brynn made him experience things he’d never felt before, things he never expected to feel.

Like hope. For the first time in a long time, he saw a glimmer of hope.

Now all he had to do was figure out exactly how Mammon was communicating with her, see if he could use it to find a weakness, and figure out a way to kill him.

Easier said than done.

Demons were never stronger than their parents. Apparently, that was nature’s way of ensuring demon offspring didn’t do the parents in. Too bad nature never gave a fuck about how those parents treated their children.

“Shit,” he muttered.

But one thing was certain: he would fight until the end. Now that he found Brynn, he wasn’t about to let her go.

Rolling onto his side, he watched her sleep. Her head was turned toward him, her lips slightly open. Despite himself, he found his gaze drawn to her naked back, to the contour of her spine. His heart raced as he brought his hand down to the sheet, then slid it down so that the curve of her backside was fully exposed.

Damn, but she’s sexy.
The luscious roundness of her ass made him rock-hard in an instant.

You should let her sleep.

He should, but he couldn’t help himself. Tugging the sheet off the both of them, Keegan slid his hands along her cheeks and parted them, dropping his mouth to her delicious heat and sliding his tongue between her folds. She tasted of sun and sex, a heady combination.

“Mmm... ” she said. She shifted her head from one side to the other, wiggling her ass as she woke.

“Devil’s temptation,” he hissed. He had to have her. Spreading her legs a little more, he ran his tongue along her folds, then down to her clit before burying his tongue inside her.

She cried out.

He moved his head back down, sucking hard on her clit before tonguing her core. Already she was so wet, so ready for him. She answered him with a low, sexy moan.

“I love it when you make that noise,” he confessed. Sitting back, he moved her legs even farther apart, and straddled her. He grasped the stiff head of his cock and placed it at her entrance, giving a light, experimental push before shoving all the way in.

She came fully awake now, gasping and moaning.

Falling forward over her, he pumped in and out, increasing the pressure of his thrusts. Faster. Harder. Deeper.

“Keegan,” she panted.

Sweet devil.

His self-control broke. He grabbed onto the curve of her shoulder with one hand and the metal railing of the headboard with the other, using it as leverage to pound into her. For a moment, he forgot all about Mammon. About his brothers. About everything other than the way her body felt as he concentrated on shoving deep inside her. The bedsprings squealed and groaned under the force of his thrusts. He was almost
there.

She cried out, her body convulsing as she came hard underneath him, almost bucking him off with the force of her orgasm. She was so fucking perfect.

He let out a low growl and ground into her. The railing bent and snapped in his hand. With a harsh yell he came, releasing himself deep inside her.

She tensed her thighs and squeezed every last drop from him, as if she never wanted to let him go.

“Brynn,” he gasped as he collapsed over her. They were so close right now, he no longer even knew where he ended and she began. Worse, he didn’t even care anymore.

Chapter Twenty-One

Taeg waited impatiently for Ronin to exit the terminal at Cairo International Airport. “Come on, come on,” he muttered, glancing at his watch. Not like they were in any particular hurry. He just wanted to get the hell out of here so they could figure out what they were going to do.

“Finally,” he said as Ronin walked out of the terminal area, a weary look on his face.

“We can’t all just teleport,” Ronin said.

Taeg grunted. It wasn’t like he could blame Ronin for being on edge. They all were.

They hopped into a taxicab outside the airport.

“I hate the fucking morning,” Taeg grumbled. It was way too damn early.

Ronin fought back a yawn. “Yeah, me too.”

“Humph.” After a moment’s silence, Taeg said, “We had to switch hotels since Mammon tracked us to the one we were staying at before.”

“Do you have any clue how he did it?”

Taeg shrugged. “Beats me, bro.”

“I don’t understand.” Ronin rested his head against his seat and closed his eyes. “I mean, why would Mammon go to the trouble of planting a demoness at the hotel bar to lure Dagan and drug him insensible?”