Demon's Embrace (11 page)

In wonder, he let the palms of his hands float over her, grazing those tender tips lightly as they passed over them before he curled his hands around her ribs and his tail wrapped around her lace-enclosed hips.

He liked to see it there, his tail, wound tightly around her. More that she didn’t flinch at the feel of it encircling her.

Deliberately slowly, watching her eyes, he slid his hands behind her again and unhooked her bra. Her golden lashes fluttered a little as each little hook gave way beneath his fingers.

The weight of it, the fullness of her breast, filled Ash’s hand sweetly as he drew the scrap of lace from her and let it fall. On a soft groan, he closed a hand around her, his red skin brilliant against the gold-tinted paleness of her skin, his claws indenting her tender flesh slightly. The look of that ripe globe in his hand, the feel of it, was incredible. Heat shot through him as her nipple furled tighter while he watched, practically inviting him to suck on it.

Looking up into her luminous eyes, Ash let his tail tug her even closer and brushed his mouth over that sensitive nub. She quivered.

With his tail keeping her close, drawing on her hardened nipple, he settled his hands on her hips, slid them down over the curve of them until her panties whispered down her legs to join her bra and she stood naked before him.

On a shuddering breath Ash pulled back to look at the glory of her, sliding a hand over the dark red curls between her thighs to the heat and moistness there, to the core of her and cupped her. Like a cat’s claws, his talons retracted in response to his intentions.

She trembled as he slid a finger slowly up inside her, her eyes fixed on his as a soft moan escaped her at the feel of his finger invading her most intimate place.

So deliciously tight. Her pussy muscles clenched around his finger, pulsed, flexed as she arched and her hips pumped reflexively, begged for more.

Not yet.

Withdrawing his finger with a smile, closing his eyes in gratitude, Ash turned her, nestled her back against his chest, his mouth against the side of her neck to feel her racing pulse against his lips as he filled his hands with her breasts. In delight and pleasure he squeezed those firm mounds in his hands, trapped the peaks lightly with his claws as the tip of his tail slipped between her thighs to tease at the delicate tissues there.

She trembled.

Pleasure speared through her, pierced Miri to her core with each pinch of Ash’s claws on her nipples, each tug, each gentle tweak. It was wonderful. Every nerve in her body came alive beneath his hands. The soft flutter of his tail over her clit made her shiver.

It was maddening, intoxicating.

Heat poured through her as his mouth moved to the skin just beneath her ear. Cool air rushed over her but didn’t cool Miri’s overheated body. His sharp teeth nipped the lobe of her ear, his forked tongue flicked over the curve of it to send sparks shooting down to her center. His hot mouth trailed searing kisses down the length of her throat as she turned her head to offer him more, anything, as long as he didn’t stop.

His hands tightened on her breasts. Miri arched her back, pressed against them as she moaned.

She was intensely aware of Ash’s mouth, his tongue fluttering over her skin to taste it. She felt the press of his fangs sharply over the pulse in her throat and a thrill of excitement, of intense desire and need, washed through her.

His firm lips were soft against her skin, his teeth wouldn’t be. They would be sharp.

A shot of anticipation raced through her just at the thought. Need had nothing on it, she craved him.

 “Miri,” he groaned.

Desire and hunger burned in him. Ash ached. He could feel the firm globes of her ass against his erection and he ground it against her, his cock so hard it twitched to be inside her, inside her hot, wet, tight sheath. The taste of her filled him, the scent of her growing arousal only added one more layer of sweet torment.

Ash scraped his fangs across her tender, delicate skin, so she would feel them. So she would know. She trembled.

He had to take her and soon but she had to want it.  To want him.

“Please,” she whispered.

Ash closed his eyes in gratitude. That one word was all he needed.

“It will hurt for only a moment,” he breathed against her skin as he let his mouth move down to her shoulder. The first bite was better there, so the venom in it would enter her system slowly. It would prepare her for him, for the feeding that would come.

Excitement and anticipation poured through him at the thought.

He tasted her, the unique flavor of her, of Miri, his tongue flickering over her shoulder.

She shivered in his arms, whispered, “Yes…”

Ash pressed his fangs against her tender skin. He tightened his mouth on her slowly, wanting this moment, this claiming, to last. Her delicate flesh parted beneath his teeth, his fangs pierced her to sink into muscle. Pleasure swamped him in a blinding flash as his tongue took in the first sweet delicious taste of her. A wave of bliss rushed through him, a burst of pleasure so intense his vision hazed for a moment.

The soft scent of her filled him and then his venom pumped into her, claiming her, making her his, preparing her for him.

Miri jolted at the sensation of his teeth sinking into her. There was a brief flash of pain, a tingling burn that spread slowly. In its wake rush of incredible heat roared through her, a delicious, glorious warmth that wiped out all pain. It seared through her veins, rushed through her body even as every nerve came alive. Involuntarily she pushed against his mouth, demanded more as that delicious heat –
venom
? – pumped into her in spurts. She felt it burn as it went.

Small sounds of pleasure escaped her as it spread through her body in a great tidal wave of need. Desire poured through her, obliterating all thought behind it.

She moaned when his fangs withdrew almost in protest, a soft cry of dismay escaping her. It stunned him, she could see it. He turned her face to his, to see the truth of it in her eyes. In wonder, he touched her cheek. And disbelief.

Miri looked at him, at what was in his eyes. She turned in his arms. Her heart clenched as she cupped his cheek in her hand.

Turning his head, Ash pressed a kiss into her palm.

Looking into his lambent gaze, seeing the ancient pain there, Miri savored that touch, her eyes burning. She remembered what she’d seen in those moments of vision.

Gently, looking deeply into his beautiful amber eyes, she said, “Ash, I
know you. I See you. I know who you are, what you are. I want you.”

Desperately. Her body cried out for him, throbbed, her pussy ached. She longed for the feel of him inside her. She could see the pain in his eyes and wanted, desperately, to soothe it away. To make him forget, if only for a few moments, what he’d suffered.

Miri was aware of his tail as it slipped between her thighs again to flutter lightly at the entrance to her core. Ash watched her intently, waiting for her reaction to the sensation of it. Her pussy tightened as anticipation whipped through her. His tail slipped and slid over her dampening slit, around her clit, sensually, teasingly. Her belly tightened as pleasure pooled deep, gathered within her as his hand slid down to her lower back, to pull her harder against him.

Conscious of his eyes on hers, Miri let him watch as desire poured through her.

Ash looked into her soft green gaze and knew she’d already seen him in his darkest moments, at his worst, had already seen those bitter times when he’d weakened, had cried out against the terrible pain that had been laid on him. She knew the moments he’d wavered and even so she still wanted him.

He hadn’t realized how much he’d feared that his weakness would be revealed, shown for what it was. Should anyone learn how close he’d come to breaking, how close at times to betraying everything he loved…but despite it all… No, not because of it all, but because Miri saw his heart so clearly. Him, Ashtoreth, for who and what he was and accepted all of it, all of him.

She was his, his mate, and had been from the moment she’d Seen him truly.

Such acceptance.

It shattered him, shattered whatever resistance he had to loving her in return.

Even seeing Gabriel and Asmodeus together, Ash had never thought to find this for himself, it was for the others, for his brethren, not him. He was too battered, too jaded.

Too damaged.

He’d taken on this mission for them, for his brother Daemonae, for his brother and Prince, Asmodeus, and for feisty Gabriel, to protect them.

He’d done this for Ba’al, who sometimes couldn’t contain the rage and anger he felt, and Moloch, who could sometimes divert Ba’al’s pain despite his own, and for all his brothers.

He’d never expected to find it for himself.

Searching her eyes, Ash could see the truth in her soft green gaze.

He drew her soft mouth back to his. Passion and need flared as he pulled her closer against him, as he slid his hands down her slender back to press her against his hard cock.

He cupped her cheek, his eyes locked on hers, holding her close.

Ash wanted her as well. Needed her.

With his eyes on hers, Ash watched her green eyes darken, her eyelids flutter as he held her close and his tail teased her. A moan escaped her as it pressed, as it pierced her to slide inside her pussy to flutter within her. Her body arched at the slender supple invasion. She gasped and a soft moan whispered from her.

A heady pleasure rushed through Ash at the sound, at watching her, as her firm breasts seemed to swell against his chest. He slid his hands down her back to cup her firm bottom and press her against the hardness of him as her eyes glazed. Sliding his hands up to her ribs, he lifted her, sliding first one knee then the other between her thighs, raising her up so she sat on his legs with her own spread.

He barely noticed her leg brush across the wound in his thigh as his tail wriggled deeper inside her.

Ash slid a hand up her back to support her and she bowed back against it, her lush breasts an offering to him as her head fell back and her flaming hair streamed down her back.

“Look at me,” he whispered, as he slid his other hand to the top of her thigh and he pressed his thumb against her clit. “I want to watch you come. I want to watch you shatter.”

At his words, her pussy clenched tightly around his tail.

Those luminescent green eyes, hazed with passion, were focused inward on what his tail did inside her, at the pleasure that coursed through her from his thumb on her clit. Her eyes opened with a clear effort.

Ash loved this, loved that she would let him see this.

There was nothing more beautiful to him than to see his Miri flushed with passion, her body arched, writhing to his touch, to the pleasure he gave her.

Miri shuddered with the pleasure that pooled fast and deep inside her. Her pussy clenched, flooded as bliss poured through her. Within her, his tail twitched wildly. Every muscle in her belly tightened as he tormented her deliriously, as he pleasured her.

A jolt went through her as she met his heated gaze, his brilliant golden eyes intent as he touched her.

Miri’s breasts felt swollen, they ached with need, with the desperate desire to feel his mouth on them, sucking, biting.

As if he’d read her mind – and perhaps he had – she watched as he lowered his mouth slowly to her swollen, aching breast and groaned as his hot mouth closed around her nipple, nearly crying out as pleasure scorched through her.

“Ash,” she wailed softly. “Please. Oh God, yes.”