Demon's Embrace (23 page)

Wounded by the apparent rejection, Miri didn’t flinch from that look, although seeing him now she knew why Asmodeus had made Ash his General.

He looked fierce. Terrible.

It hurt, that look, it wrenched her heart, scored it so she felt as if she bled acid inside her breast.

Some part of her though understood what had happened, had shared the dream but couldn’t share his pain, couldn’t share the part of him that was savage, raging…and the part that wasn’t.

 “I will touch you,” she declared defiantly and did, laying a hand on his arm deliberately. “What are you going to do about it?”

He jerked his arm away but she ducked beneath it, wrapped her arms around his waist as she brushed a kiss across his chest.

Struggling against the rage, Ash grabbed her shoulders to thrust her away, his claws digging into her tender flesh and shook her, not gently.

Her pain lanced through him.

Guilt followed.

Her scent filled him, too, though, set the hunger tearing through him.

This was what he’d feared most, what he’d do when this rage was on him, when his hunger ravaged, raised to a fever pitch by his memories. A part of him always feared what he was capable of when his nerves sang, when rage and remembered pain were a goad to his fragile temper.

“I said get away!” he growled furiously, in fury and despair. “I don’t know what I’ll do. You don’t know what I can, what I could, do.”

It was why he’d built his house so far away from the others. In case of this, in the face of these rages. He’d never thought to be mated, he was too damaged, too scarred. It was insanity. He knew that now.

Looking at Miri nearly destroyed him. She tore him to pieces. He wanted, needed her. The rage, the hunger raised by the dream threatened to swamp him, to drown him in a fury that would destroy her, too. His body hummed with unreleased energy, the very air seemed to crackle with it.

In the face of it her ethereal green eyes were defiant, determined, the sparks of gold in them glimmered brilliantly. Candlelight brought out the fire in her sleep-tousled red-gold hair so it haloed her face and gilded her body. She was naked and so beautiful.

Her body was another torment to him, so lush, so incredible.

Ash wanted to ravage her, to savage her. He wanted to bury his cock in her, to hammer into her, to listen to her scream her pleasure as she bucked and writhed beneath the onslaught of his cock and tail, his mouth and hands, as he fucked her.

Her breasts seemed to swell before his eyes, so full and ripe, lush and heavy, the nipples hardened to tight buds. He wanted to devour them and her, not tenderly but savagely, to feast on her, to bite, to feed while his hunger raged. The scent of her so close, with the memory of her taste as her hot blood filled his mouth, only stoked his hunger to near madness.

Looking at him in all his magnificent fury, Miri was stunned by the power of him, by the furious battle he fought inside himself.

She couldn’t fight this with him. He had to do it alone.

His golden eyes were wild in his furious face. Red sparks whirled in them. His tail lashed and gold washed beneath his skin like a storm tide. His rage and his hunger beat at her. He was aroused, his long, thick cock rigid.

In the oddest way, he was savagely, almost barbarically beautiful.

And Miri responded to it, to the savage fury that boiled inside him.

Her nipples ached, so sensitive that the brush of air across them made them tighten. In an instant, her thighs were damp as her pussy flexed. Heat rushed through her body at the thought of him taking her in this mood, hard and rough. Battering at her…

She wanted him to fuck her with an intensity that shocked her.

“Miri,” he warned, struggling visibly for control. “Don’t push me.”

He could hurt her, already had…

“Do it, Ash,” Miri said, daring him, and tossed her hair to expose her throat.

She wanted him so badly, wanted him to use and abuse her, to take her, to claim her, to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, she couldn’t stand. She wanted his hot cum to gush inside her. It was madness but she wanted it.

“Come on, Ash. Do it. Do your worst. I’m not afraid of you. Come on, tough guy. Come on, Ash. Do it. Fuck me. Don’t be afraid.”

She used that last word like the lash she knew it would be.

He growled with frustrated fury and pain.

It was like spurring a maddened bull, like waving red flag at him. Miri knew it and didn’t care, because she also knew Ash.

“Take me,” she demanded.

She thought she was prepared but she wasn’t.

With a roar of despair, Ash grabbed a handful of her hair to wrench her head back viciously and struck.

The scent of her growing arousal had been only another goad to his hunger and rage. All of it whipped at him, tormented him.

He buried his fangs deep in her throbbing pulse. Her hot sweet blood fountained to hit the back of his throat in a great rush as his venom spurted into her. There was a delicious satisfaction as it pumped directly into her bloodstream and he let it. Her body quivered as it responded to the changes his venom demanded of it, as more surged into her bloodstream.

She moaned as the full power of it took her. Her body bucked in his arms and her eyelids fluttered.

He dragged her against him, locked his arms around her to grind his aching, throbbing cock against her mound, to feel those firm breasts crushed against his chest. Every inch of his body was aware of her. She came up on tiptoe to meet him. It was enough to allow his shaft to spear through the dampness between her thighs, to thrust along her slit, against the wet scorching heat of her pussy.

With a growl of release, he feasted on the sweetness of her, on the thick rich taste of her blood in his mouth. Finally.

Satisfaction roared through him. He savaged her throat, mangled it, drew on her fast and hard, devoured her, drowned himself in the intoxication of her.

It was like being caught up in a storm, a force of nature. Miri clung to him desperately. She clutched at his strong shoulders as he sucked on her, as his cock slid through the juices between her thighs.

Delirium and heat exploded through her as his venom burned within her and he savaged her in turn. Each plundering pull on her throat sent a hot streak of lust, desire and need straight to her core. Her body jolted with the brilliant pleasure of it. His tail drove up inside her pussy to fuck her, driving her nearly insane with need as Ash devoured her.

Burying her hands in his silky hair, Miri pulled his mouth harder against her, urged him to take more.

What little control Ash still possessed snapped…

He drove her back to the bed.

As her hips hit he lowered her to it still feeding from her greedily as his legs parted hers to press the broad head of his rigid cock against her hot, tight, wet channel. Not yet. There was so much of her to pillage, the glory of her ripe breasts, her rich cream, before he took her.

A stroke of his tongue sealed the wound in her throat as he lifted his head.

Snatching her hands away, he pinned them to the bed, held them there. He wanted her to see the predatory gleam in his eyes, wanted her to know how savage he could be even as he decided which of her breasts to ravage first. They swelled, ripened beneath his gaze and the nipples grew taut, as hard as diamonds. Her back arched as she instinctively offered herself to him. Her hips bucked. She twisted and writhed beneath him as if to escape but only spurred him on as she rubbed her hot wet slit across the throbbing head of his cock, the sensation of it delicious, maddening.

She wanted fucked, he would fuck her.

Hard.

Miri was lost in the sensations that ripped through her. Her body screamed for his touch, her breasts felt too full. They ached. Her pussy throbbed with the need to be filled while his cock tantalized, teased.

Then she felt his tail against the tight muscles of her ass. That she hadn’t expected.

Instinctively, she fought against that invasion even as she fought for it, as she longed to be filled by it, even as it pressed relentlessly against the tight entrance where she’d never before been breached.

Ash battened on her breast, sucked as much of one into his mouth as he could to her cry of relief at the sensation of his hot mouth on her, then pulled back to suck and suckle on her nipple, hard, his teeth scraping across her delicate flesh, scoring it.

Miri moaned, thrashed beneath him.

That moment of release was all it took. His tail thrust inside her, drove deep into her ass, forcing a groan of pleasure and pain from her as it filled her.

The supple invasion of Ash’s tail was incredibly erotic as it thrust within her until Miri moaned helplessly. Her hips bucked…and then he fucked her ass with it and she cried out as pleasure burst through her, her back bowing.

Her essence exploded into him and Ash went wild, suckling, sucking, biting at her breasts as she writhed beneath him. Her pleasure poured out of her with each draw of his mouth on her breasts. It radiated from her to fill his soul, to burn out the horror, the pain.

Ash feasted, he devoured.

Keeping her hands pinned, he drew them down with him as he nibbled and nipped his way down over her soft belly while she moaned and wailed. Her hips twisted, drove against his, demanding satisfaction, demanding her empty pussy be filled.

It would be. Soon.

Releasing her hands for only a moment, he slid his arms beneath her legs until they draped over his shoulders, exposing her drenched and heated folds to him.

In one swift motion, his tail withdrew and she cried out at the loss.

He locked his hands on her wrists and then he ravaged her cleft with mouth and tongue. He devoured her, lapped at her pussy and clit, sucked her sweet cream, until she trembled and begged desperately for release.

“Come for me,” he demanded and sucked hard on her clit.

With a cry, she did.

With a growl, Ash spread her legs and drove his cock deep into her, his tail into the tight channel of her ass, one hand on her shoulder to brace himself as he hammered into her. The head of his cock was at the very top of her, it battered her womb as her inner muscles clenched around him. Frantically, she wrapped her legs over his arms and fought to take more of him, her hips bucking.

Ash pounded into her. The sweet glory of her slick channel surrounded him so tightly. Her inner muscles pumped, stroked and milked him.

She cried out as she arched in pleasure and once more he struck. His drove his fangs into her throat as he drew her to him, his arm banded tightly around her shoulders. Her ecstasy burst into his mouth as he, too, came. His seed jetted into her in glorious spurts. Locked inside her, his mouth on her, he fed on her sweet essence as his own filled her even more completely. She trembled and quivered but his mouth was fused against her throat as ancient instincts kicked in. He fed until his thirst was slaked.

She went limp beneath him, her head against his shoulder, her trembling arms wrapped loosely around his neck before they fell away.

Sated at long last, Ash’s heart rate calmed as the sweet taste of his mate filled him, eased him. He withdrew his tail from her tight ass but left his cock buried inside her.

Carefully, he turned them so he could sit on the edge of the bed with Miri in his lap and give his shaking legs some relief. His fangs retracted automatically but Ash was content to let his mouth rest against her throat as her pulse beat weakly but steadily beneath it.