Confessions of a Sex Demon (8 page)

Lennox removed a tiny bejeweled dagger from his satchel, the
same one Zahra had been admiring in the market. “A gift, keep it.”

Sephina
cradled it and the
admiration she directed on the handle sent pride through his veins once more.
But in a quick movement, she pointed the blade at his throat. “If you’ve hurt
my sister, this blade’s going to cut those stitches back open.”

He smiled at the young woman’s fierce loyalty. “It’s a long
walk to my
home,
there will be plenty of time for
explanation. I deserve worse, but I’d hate to see your careful work go to
waste.” With that, he began walking through the cobblestone street. Glad to be
on his way home, he greatly desired to offer the food to Zahra. He wondered if
she was still in his bed asleep.

The thought of seeing her once more stirred his gut with
lust. Memories of her smile in his bed left him breathless. She was no longer
just a beautiful woman he’d shared the most sensual experience of his life
with, Zahra now held his admiration unlike any other. He’d loved his wife, but
this feeling for Zahra was new to him. Now he just needed to discover what it
meant.

Zahra woke with the sun hitting her cheeks, unusual since
the region experienced days upon days of cloud cover. But she was glad for it
and she could already feel her body heating with vitality. Lennox had fulfilled
his promise. He had already begun the process of her healing. Unsure of the
time, Zahra wondered if she had more time to lie in bed before heading back to
the village. Lennox wasn’t home, but she assumed he went to work in the morning
market. If that was so, she’d have plenty of time to relax.

Despite the hours of torture Lennox had inflicted upon her,
his tender touch had erased nearly all memories of the trauma. The look she’d
seen in his eyes revealed much. When he’d entered her, his blue gaze had been
wrought with sincerity. He hadn’t looked at her as a succubus, but as a woman.
He’d taken his time, ensuring that every moment resulted in her pleasure.
Although he had filled her, his care of her body proved that her climax, not
his, was the goal. That goal had been attained.
Gloriously.
A giggle escaped her. The sound caught Zahra by surprise. Her sister
Sephina
made her laugh constantly, but as of late, her
smiles had been few. And yet, recalling her captor’s sensual gaze in bed left
her wrought with butterflies.

As if on cue, her stomach grumbled. Damn she was hungry, but
getting out of bed wasn’t appealing at all. Spying the dresser across the room,
Zahra forced herself to get out of bed and look for something to wear. Sliding
open the top drawer, she found his undergarments. The plain shorts made her
recall the way Lennox removed his clothing for her. The man had an easy
sexuality that could’ve made him an incubus himself.

The second drawer held few options, plain cotton trousers
and leathers. She imagined Lennox’s lean body filling the leather pants as he
worked to create incredible weapons over a hot fire. She liked the pants, but
knew they’d never fit her. Instead, she decided to pull on one of the plain
linen shirts and a pair of his boxers. The shorts were light and airy, and fell
just above her knees. The shirt was loose and billowed as a breeze swept
through the room. Her fingers went to the loose strings to tighten the V at the
neck. She never even heard the door open behind her.

“You’ve been stirring up quite some trouble, haven’t you,
bitch?”

A spell froze Zahra where she stood. The vile voice and
heavy footsteps of the man approaching sent her heart into erratic thumps
against her chest. Bane’s hand wrapped around her neck and he whispered in
Zahra’s ear. She smelled the yeast of mead on his breath and would have
shuddered if a spell hadn’t frozen her in time.

“My men saw to your girl earlier.”

The low, murderous tone made Zahra’s heart clench tight.
Inside, she screamed. Her skin burned where Bane’s fingertips gripped her neck,
his touch was like poison eating away at her skin. The man revolted her.

“Let’s just say the debt has been repaid.”

At the wizard’s words, Zahra’s fury spiked and her
adrenaline shattered the spell. She whipped around and elbowed Bane in the
jugular. He choked for air and Zahra felt him try to place the seizing spell on
her once more. It slowed her down, but she powered through the enchantment and
drove her fist toward the man who’d been terrorizing her sister.

“Where is she?” She screamed at Bane, but he launched toward
her, knocking Zahra into the wooden dresser. Pain exploded in her weak body.
Two days of withdrawal and not eating had taken its toll. Even without
magick
, the wizard had an extra one hundred pounds on her.

“I rule this town. Don’t forget that.” Bane’s words were the
last thing she heard before pain exploded in her side. Blood seeped from the
wound, causing the linen to mold against her skin. She collapsed, but Bane
caught her arms and held her against him. “I’m not done with you.”

The door crashed open. Zahra lifted her head and saw Lennox
charge into the room. He threw a bundle of swords to the floor, saving only one
for his grip. “Release her.”

“This will not go down your way, vagrant.”

Lennox smiled and his slow grin lit up the room. He held her
gaze and winked. “It’s Lenny.”

Zahra forgot the pain of her seeping wound. Bane roared
behind her and Zahra’s body fell forward under his weight. She hit the floor
hard, but Bane sank to his knees beside her. The wizard released a desperate,
gurgled croak. As he hit the ground, a dagger in his back, Zahra saw
Sephina
standing behind him.

“
Seph
!”
Zahra cried out, and her sister rushed into her arms. Zahra clutched her close
and ignored the fuzzy outline of the wound in her side. Lennox’s strong
presence filled the room behind them.

“No!” A sword rushed past Zahra as Bane drove a blade toward
her sister’s back. In a blur of speed, Lennox threw himself in front of the
weapon. His sword blocked the blow, but the wizard’s intense strength caused
Lennox to tremble. Zahra noticed that his shoulder was already bleeding.

Bane won the match of strength and brought his sword through
Lennox’s abdomen. A scream tore through the room and Zahra realized it belonged
to her. But as Bane slowly got to his feet, Lennox groaned, pulling the sword
from his body. In a swift maneuver, he plunged it through the wizard’s gullet.
Zahra watched in awe as Lennox drove the blade in all the way to the hilt until
Bane dropped the ground.

“Oh no.”
Sephina’s
voice was a terrified whisper.

Lennox dropped to the ground. The sound of his knees
colliding against the floor boomed in Zahra’s ears. Her heart plummeted at the
sound and she realized her world would shatter if he died. She’d glimpsed
something beautiful in the haunting stranger and now he was fading.

“Zahra, I need to close your wound. You’re bleeding.” But
her sister’s worried voice faded into the background.

“Lennox.”
Zahra crawled away from
her sister and cupped the blacksmith’s handsome face. His pale linen shirt was
now crimson, molded against his chiseled torso like that of a fallen warrior.
His beautiful body lay still. A tear slipped down her cheek. Zahra was
overwhelmed by confusion and tragedy. She hardly knew him and yet she felt
heartbroken. And she would never have the chance to know him.
For he was already gone.

“My sister said you saved her life.”

Lennox awoke to the scent of cinnamon lingering next to his
skin. The warm spicy scent caused him to relax deeper into his bed. The voice
speaking to him was familiar, and yet unknown. Subtle pain gnawed at seams in
his shoulder and gut, but the sensation of a soft fingertip tracing up his arm
made him forget all else.

“You know, I have a confession to make.” The angel’s sensual
rasp brought Lennox back to consciousness. “I think I started falling in love
with you even
before
I was sure you weren’t a psychopath.”

Lennox finally opened his eyes and it was worth it. Hair the
color of raven feathers framed amber eyes more precious than all gemstones and
full, smiling lips. He’d never seen her smile. It was breathtaking.

“You and I have a lot of catching up to do.” Her soft voice
was full of anticipation, and his gut stirred with need. He’d only gotten a
taste of the incredible woman lying beside him. He wanted more. But more than
just her body he realized. He craved to discover the same woman that
Sephina
knew. He was quickly discovering that Zahra was one
of a kind.

“You should be careful,” he finally said. “I can become
quite the madman when I have a cause.”

“Oh, really?”
She searched his
eyes, but she wasn’t afraid. Her gaze swirled with golden flecks of
anticipation. “What is your cause?”

“Living long enough to find out if I’m in love with the
woman I’ve been torturing for two days.”

She smiled, a rosy flush taking her cheeks, but when she
looked down at him, she was all
siren
. “Oh, you’re
going to live. As a matter of fact…you look quite healthy to me.”

Her fingers tiptoed across his skin until she found the blanket
and tugged it down. Zahra reached for his pants, taking extra care while
pulling them down his muscular legs. His chest was bare; his wounds bandaged
tightly. Soon, he was naked before Zahra’s eyes.

“My, how times have changed.” Her smile set all others to
shame. “Now I’m the one undressing you. I like it.”

Zahra left the bed and strode toward his dresser, her hips
swaying like they beckoned to be held. The woman opened one of his drawers;
clearly she had made herself intimate with his home while he’d been
unconscious.

“Don’t even think about moving.” Her sensual purr would have
nailed any man to the bed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Zahra returned with some of the same rope he had used to tie
her to the table. “I think it’s only fair that I get a turn.”

Lennox’s cock jerked. The thought of her touching his body,
even if it was to torture him, was enough to cause him to harden. “I deserve as
much.”

She smiled, a slow cat’s grin, and from the way she tied his
hands to the bed posts, she was preparing to pounce on him. Zahra moved to his
feet, wrapping the thick rope around his ankles and spreading his legs as she
secured him to the bedpost. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you weren’t
bluffing when you said you took my nipple clamps. Trust me, if you hadn’t been
stabbed in the chest, I’d be adding them to my torture regime right now.” Zahra
climbed onto the bed, filling the space between his spread legs. His shaft
hardened until it hurt, begging to be touched. “It’s time for a little
payback.”

Zahra reached for her shirt and began to lift it over her
head, stopping short, just as Lennox spotted the crest of her ample curves. The
fabric fell back down, covering the skin over her stomach. His cock twitched in
disapproval.

Zahra’s full lips pouted. “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you hoping
that was going to come off?”

Her eyes hungrily raked over his body and finally found his
eyes as her fingers went to the top button of her loose linen shirt. But there
was nothing innocent about the semitransparent fabric, and Lennox’s mouth
watered. The top buttons were mercifully undone and more of Zahra’s porcelain
skin was revealed. When the V was deep enough, her hands cupped her breasts,
squeezing them so that the curves began spilling over the top of the shirt.
Lennox groaned at the sight of her ample breasts filling her hands, nearly
pushed over the top of the flimsy fabric. She squeezed her nipples as she
juggled the curves, making them bounce before his eyes.

“This makes you ache, doesn’t it? You like watching me touch
myself.”

Her words were the truth, and Lennox craved to have the soft
candies of her nipples in his mouth once more. He wanted to help her in this
sensual endeavor of exploring her body.

“Well, not yet, soldier. You have some answering to do
first.”

But instead of asking him a question, she lowered herself to
his hard cock. Her tongue flicked out and laid a brief strip of moisture on his
throbbing head. He moaned at the sight and the feel of her soft tongue on his
hard tip. As the tiny trail of saliva dried, he ached for more.

“You said you were married?”

“Not anymore.”

His cock began to go soft. But Zahra’s tongue flicked out
and traced a long line of desire up his shaft. It hardened instantly.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Zahra’s face fell and she retreated away from his shaft. The
disappointment and hurt on her face was more than anything he’d witnessed
during her torture.

Although she’d pulled away, she suddenly devoured his cock,
sucking harder than before. She caught him by surprise and he nearly exploded
with ecstasy as her full lips surrounded his head and sucked hard, twirling her
tongue around his thick shaft. And then as soon as she’d taken him, she
released him.

He groaned at the early release. Zahra hadn’t lied, she was
torturing him indeed.

“Tell me what brought you to
Sprecia
and why you sought me.”

He sucked in a breath, his hard on slowly deflating. Pain
slowly gathered in his balls. “I was married. I had always wanted a family, and
Emmerie
was…she was the town angel with long blonde
hair and rosy cheeks. I was overcome with joy when, of all the men in town, she
chose me.”

A painful flick stabbed at his balls and Lennox hardened.
Zahra hissed, “No need to embellish the story. Beautiful human female, I get
it.”