Demon Slave (32 page)

Unable to resist any longer, he slipped down
her body, kissing and nipping as he went. The first taste of her
exploded on his tongue and he knew then, he was a slave for her.
Anything she asked he would do, if he could just keep her as
his.

He delved between her folds, making her
writhe. The sounds she made urged him on. She began chanting in
Cyrellian, demanding him not to stop. Her tone became more frantic.
Back arching, she grabbed a handful of his hair and cried out. He
continued to lick her sex until her body went limp.

Needing to be inside her, he crawled up her
body, but she pushed him away with her palms on his chest.

His heart dropped to his stomach. “What’s
wrong?”

“
Will you forget
again?”

“
I can’t be
sure.”

Without another word, she crawled out from
under him. He dropped his head and let her go. But before he could
chastise himself for ruining the moment, she pushed him to his back
so their positions were reversed.

“
What are you doing?” He
watched her intently as her hands trailed down his
stomach.

“
Do you remember that night
in the cave? The one where Rex nearly caught us?”

He nodded.

Her fingers began playing along his shaft.
“Why do you think that is? That you remember, I mean.”

Her hand wrapped around his length and she
began slow strokes to the tip and back.

She wanted him to think while she was doing
that?

“
I’m not sure,” he
grated.

“
Well, what was different
then?”

“
Damn it, woman. I don’t
know.” His unsatisfied lust was making him irritable.

Her hand stilled. “I’m only trying to help,”
she snapped. “Get surly one more time and I’ll stop completely. So
what was different?”

He growled and pumped his hip. She began her
slow, maddening movements again. The teasing wench wasn’t going to
go further until he answered.

Racking his brain, he said, “I wasn’t inside
you and I knew I wouldn’t hurt you. Also, I was watching you as you
came so I could memorize every second.”

“
What about when
you...uh...when it had been your turn?”

“
Still I watched you, your
eyes had me mesmerized.” His voice was strained. Her movements
distracting. “The color of the finest gem, as they are now. Woman,
you’re driving me crazy.”

“
You didn’t hurt me in the
pool.” She tilted her head. “But you did look away.”

“
But I thought I hurt you.
I remember you went stiff and told me to stop. Everything’s a blur
after that.”

Her grip tightened in reward, but she
frowned. “I see. Well, you didn’t hurt me. You are quite large
though, and I needed to get used to your size is all.” She paused,
thinking. “Are you usually in control when you...um...with other
women.”

A thrill burst through Marik when her jaw
clenched in a show of jealousy.

“
Usually.” He paused.
“Always, yes.”

Holding his gaze, she lowered her lips to
his shaft, hovering just inches away. His breath caught.

“
Then you’re only allowed
to watch. Understand?”

He nodded tightly, his shaft stiffening to
the point of pain. She darted out her tongue to touch the tip and
then looked at him.

He balled his hands into fists. “You can’t
be teasing me, luv. I’m about to lose it.”

Then she laid out her rules. “If you touch
me, I’ll stop. If you look away, I’ll stop.”

As if anything could keep his eyes off
her.

He nodded again, growing impatient, and
struggling to keep his control.

Her plump lips came over him and he groaned
in relief. The fierce pleasure almost made his lids close but he
forced them open, fearing she would be true to her word.

The amusement in her eyes said she approved
of his obedience. Her full lips began sliding up and down. She
pulled out slowly and then sucking him back in as her tongue did
wicked things to the underside of his cock.

In a teasing tone, he said, “My mate is
talented.” He worried he said the wrong thing when she paused and
looked at him.

“
I’m not a...what did you
call me last night?”

He felt the blood drain from his face. Had
he really called his mate a whore?

“
I didn’t mean it. You must
know that.”

She lifted a shoulder in a coy half shrug,
giving him her profile: a picture of virginal modesty as she
lovingly stroked his shaft, keeping his mind muffled by lust while
trying to make him think clearly.

Sitting up, he tried to read her. Had his
words hurt more than he thought? “I was just angry, and wanted to
make you angry too. It was the only way I could keep myself from
taking you then and there.”

As soon as he saw the mischievous sparkle in
her eyes, he realized she was teasing him.

“
But then again you are
showing me what an expert you are at handling a man’s—”

With a gaping laugh, she pushed him flat to
the bed and fell on top of him. “You’re a jerk.” She smacked his
chest. “Now I have to punish you.”

Marik chuckled. “And how does a tiny thing
like you expect to punish a big demon like me?”

“
Well, now you really
aren’t allowed to touch me.” She sat up, straddling him.

His gaze fell to her pert breasts and he
could feel her slick against his cock. His hips involuntarily
bucked, seeking her entrance.

“
Eyes up,” she
commanded.

With a huff, he obeyed.

“
Arms out.”

Her delicate brow rose when he hesitated. He
stretched his arms out beside him.

Then she began her slow torture. Her hands
caressed his torso as her hips slowly rode him, coating him in her
wetness. But she didn’t allow him in, not fully. Every now and
again, she eased down on him, keeping him mad with need while
showing him a hint of the pleasure she was withholding. When he
moved his hips, trying to get farther inside, she scolded him and
then started the torture all over again.

A thread of willpower alone kept his arms
from gripping her and forcing her down his length.

“
Nadua,” he warned, when
she pulled away from him once again.

“
Eyes on mine,” she
ordered.

Her lids were at half-mast and her breaths
were growing erratic, as though she were barely holding onto her
own control.

Finally, she filled herself with all of him.
His gaze was locked with hers and they both moaned as she began
rocking. He grasped the edges of the bed to keep them in place. The
need to touch her was almost overwhelming.

She broke eye contact when she threw her
head back, arching as she began pumping her hips with fervor. Her
wild red mane fell behind her, fanning his legs. A sheen of sweat
glistened on her skin.

Her breasts were presented for the taking,
demanding his attention. Thinking himself clever, he rose up and
took one in his mouth.

She pulled away and he gave a menacing
growl. He was almost overcome by his instinct to have her under him
while driving into her soft flesh.

Hips still grinding, she panted, “Look at
me.”

He did. They were face-to-face. The clear
violet-blue of her eyes were beautiful and filled with lust. They
more than captivated him.

“
Good boy. Focus on
me.”

“
I need to touch
you.”

“
I know.” As if to appease
him in some small way, her forehead came against his and she placed
her hands on his shoulders for support, grinding harder.

“
Then kiss me.”

Desperately, she did, as if she couldn’t
wait another second to have his lips on hers. He took her mouth how
he wanted to take the rest of her: hard and unyielding. He thrust
his hips just as she came down on him, making her cry out.

Against his lips, she ordered, “Do that
again.”

With
pleasure
.

Together they ground their hips and moved in
unison, increasing each other’s bliss. Just when he was about to
spill his seed, Nadua pulled away from the kiss and held his gaze.
“Touch me.”

The dam of his control broke. Instantly, she
was below him, his hips thrusting into her core, one hand gripping
her ass. Now he was holding her gaze as she moaned for him.

His release came hard, on the heel of her
orgasmic scream. A few last pumps of his hips and they were both
spent. He pulled her on top of him as he fell, exhausted, to the
bed. Little sounds of contentment fluttered out of her as she
molded her body around his.

Then her head flew up to look at him, her
eyes searching.

Knowing what she wanted, he smiled. “There’s
no way in hell I could forget that.”

Her lips curled and she lowered again to
rest on his chest.

Marik lay blissfully with Nadua curled
around him. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“
Hmm?” Nadua was lazily
tracing her finger over his chest.

They’d been lying for hours, content in each
other’s arms. Marik had never felt so sated in his life.

“
Why didn’t you tell me
about your gift?”

Nadua hesitated. “Well, at first I wasn’t
sure that what I was seeing was part of my gift. I had never seen
anyone’s past before, only useless bits of their futures. Actually,
I feared I was losing my gift altogether until you came along. I
hadn’t had a vision in years.”

“
Why do you think that
is?”

“
I can only imagine that it
has something to do with our physical closeness. Before you, Ava
was the last person I had real contact with. She would cry for me
to carry her around when she was very little. I always made sure I
was covered, but one time she reached for my face, and her finger
grazed my cheek. I didn’t realize the connection then, but I had a
vision of her that same night. It was one of the last.”

His fingers trailed up and down her spine.
“What did you see?”

“
I saw her grown, sitting
on her father’s throne, her people bowing. She looked beautiful and
determined. A few months later her father died, and left me in
charge. I wanted to make sure Ava had that future. I never told her
about it though. Just because I see it, doesn’t mean it will
happen. Everything is changeable.”

Outside the door, a few loud steps hurried
past, followed by muffled voices that quickly died away.

Marik hated to ask the next question, but
his curiosity was too much. “What about Cyrus?”

“
What about
him?”

“
Did you see his future
after you...touched?”

“
Oh. Yeah, I did.” Her brow
furrowed. “I remember it was too fuzzy to make out. I thought it
must have been of something in his distant future, but when
he
died
I forgot
all about it.”

More voices came from outside. Marik
recognized a note of distress.

Nadua sat up to listen. “Something’s
happening.”

Another rush of footsteps marched past the
door.

They were out of bed and already
half-dressed when someone pounded on the door. Through it came
Rex’s voice. “There’s a battle outside! The other tribe is
attacking!”

In a flurry, Nadua was out the door, her
gown still loose.

“
Nadua! Wait!” Marik
called, frantically searching for his other boot.

Rex poked his head in. “Do we fight?”

* * *

Bursting into her room, Nadua rushed to
switch her gown for the new furs. She stuffed her feet into the
tall boots, pulling them up to her thigh and yanking the straps
close. Then she threw on the snug cloak before bolting into the
hall.

Cyrus was downstairs, dressed for war and
directing his soldiers one way, and women and children the
other.

Nadua approached him. “Cyrus, what’s
happening?”

“
The rebels are here.
They’ve never attacked like this before.”

“
Have they made it
inside?”

“
No, we’ve pushed them back
on the hill. But they have a Kaiylemi with them.”

Nadua cursed. “I need a sword, a bow, and a
dagger.”

Cyrus pointed to an already half-emptied
shallow storage room. “Check in there.”

Marik was behind her as she picked though
the weapons. “What do you think you’re doing? You’re not going out
there.”

“
Of course I am,” she said,
checking the balance of a sword that looked to be just her
size.