Demon's Embrace (27 page)

In the rapidly dimming light and the shadows of the car, Miri’s green eyes gleamed as she looked up at him.

Ash chuckled and shook his head at her.

Letting his tail tease lightly at her pussy freed his hands so he could unbutton the front of her dress slowly, revealing her to him bit by bit like a marvelous present. The ripe lush mounds of her breasts, caught in pale green lace that nearly matched the misty color of her eyes, swelled within the confines of her bra.

A breath sighed out of him and he blessed Gabriel for her thoughtfulness.

The dip of Miri’s waist was exposed to him. Her navel was a shadowed hollow in her pale abdomen. He loved the little softness in her belly and the thatch of dark red-gold curls between her ivory thighs, proof she was a redhead by nature.

So beautiful.

For a moment, he could only admire her but she looked too delicious, too enticing.

His mouth watered. He had to taste her.

Just to see him smile was reward enough for Miri. To have his body poised over hers in the narrow confines of the car as the last of the light filled the sky, washing his scarlet skin with amber light while his own golden sheen flowed beneath it turned him magical, gave him an ethereal beauty beyond what he’d been born with.

Raising a hand, she touched the angled lines of his stern face, caressed one slanted cheekbone. Just looking at him warmed her heart. He was so beautiful.

Her breath caught at the look in his eyes as the folds of her dress fell away and a cool breeze washed over her bared skin. His head dipped down to brush one of her nipples with his lips.

His cock twitched against her leg but it was his tail that slipped between her thighs.

A bolt of heat went through her at the ephemeral touch of his tongue on that sensitive tip while his tail pressed against her slit.

It was heaven to feel his warm mouth close around her areole, to feel his tongue swirl around it delicately as his tail circled her clit, then her pussy. It was also maddening. Her hips shifted. Warmth poured through her, an electric excitement that tightened her nipples even further.

Looking into his glowing amber eyes, she watched the sparks dance in them mischievously and laughed.

The golden light was nearly gone but for Ash it burnished her skin to the color of ripe honey apples and gilded her rosy areole, her taut nipple. Her eyes looked shadowed and mysterious, her hair like flame across the gray fabric of the car seat.

With one hand against the car door and a knee on the seat, Ash held himself above her easily, leaving her body his to play with. To toy with. To torment.

Slowly he lowered his mouth to one full ivory breast as his tail slid through her damp folds. He was pleased to hear her breath catch, a soft moan escape her, at the feel of his mouth on her.

The taste and scent of her skin, of her growing excitement filled him.

Ash raised his head and looked into her eyes.

Deliberately he smiled and let his fangs descend as she watched.

Her body quivered in anticipation, her pussy flexed against his tail even as color flushed beneath her skin. Her eyelids fluttered over her pale green eyes as she turned her head to offer him her throat. He would need the strength she offered for what was coming, but this was more for himself. He tightened at the gesture, though, warmth and heat moving through him even as his hunger, as his need for her did.

And he did need her for far more than just this, for the ease she was to his soul.

Angling his head a little, Ash nuzzled her throat, tasted her skin with quick flicks of his tongue. He scraped his teeth over her quickening pulse to tease her even more, letting both of them anticipate the moment his fangs would pierce her. She was his in every way. He craved the taste of her.

To his pleasure, he felt her quiver, her body yearn upward in offering. Her need surged through the bond they shared.

His eyes closed in gratitude.

He caressed her clit ever so gently with the thumb of his free hand as his tail slid inside her pussy to stroke her gspot, tormenting her inside as he played lightly with her swollen nub outside.

Miri shivered, wanting his warm lips to close over her throat almost desperately, to feel his teeth penetrate, for his venom to pump into her and turn her blood to fire.

His tongue danced over her nipple and sparks seemed to fly through her as his hand covered her mound. His fingers pressed lightly against her clit. A sob escaped her as his tail teased inside her.

Pleasure washed through her in great waves. She moaned softly as it gathered, pooled deep in her belly. It swelled within her as the sharp points of Ash’s teeth scraped lightly across her skin. She could feel her pulse throb against them. A part of her yearned for that momentary flash of pain, for the hot gush of his venom as it spurted into her…and she erupted, her orgasm catching her off guard.

A rush of heat raced through her, set her blood aflame, every nerve and fiber of her body aglow with it as it poured into her veins.

To Ash’s astonishment, she poured into his hand, her body bucking, her glory, her essence washing over, through and into him.

A long soft cry escaped her, like the sound of a bird as it took her, as she soared.

He loved this, loved watching her pleasure, watching as he pleased her.

Even as she came Ash sank his teeth into her throat, a quick taste only, driving another moan from her as his venom pumped into her bloodstream. Her back arched. Her pussy clenched around his tail as she shuddered with ecstasy and her pleasure burst sweetly into his mouth. Ash withdrew his tail from her pussy, pressed it at the tight rosette of her ass and drove it deep.

Raising himself up, licking the delicious taste of her from his lips, Ash looked down at her and watched her eyelashes flutter over her ethereal eyes. Her body arched as his tail pushed deep inside her ass and her hands sought purchase, sought to brace herself against his erotic invasion, against his possession of her.

Intense pleasure swept through Miri with each pump of his tail inside her ass, with each tap of his fingers on her clit and then Miri felt his warm mouth close once more around one of her nipples, sucking gently and then more intently until he was suckling hard on it.

She wailed as she came again, a surge of almost electric bliss rushing through her.

Glory blinded her, swamped her with delicious heat, her ecstasy so close to the surface she thought she’d burst into flame as her body quivered helplessly.

In all her life Miri had never experienced so much pleasure. She drowned in it as Ash took her up again, his tail pumping deep in her ass, forcing soft groans of delight from her with each deep stroke. His fingers drove inside her pussy – three now – teasing her g-spot. She moaned as he suckled at her breast.

Ash watched her, his Daemonic sight rendering the sight of her nearly as clear as day in the fading light.

Color washed beneath her skin as his did, hers a pale rose, reflecting her ecstasy as she trembled to his touch. He’d never seen anything so beautiful as his Miri in the throes of passion.

Deliberately, he suckled harder at her breast as his tail pumped inside her tight ass and his fingers fucked her pussy. She writhed. Stroking and suckling he watched her face, saw her climax take her as she tightened around his fingers. His cock was rock hard but he couldn’t stop, he loved to watch her come.

She was a fountain, a glorious fountain, pouring herself out for him to drink from, to wallow in, to savor.

He knew she didn’t know she cried out his name over and over, but nothing could have sounded sweeter. Drinking in her essence, the brilliance of her, it was almost more than he could take. His cock ached for her tightness, for that hot wet channel to flex around his shaft.

Withdrawing his fingers he replaced them with his throbbing cock, set it at the entrance to her pussy, pressed the head against her tight channel.

Her pale green eyes opened to look up at him, widening as she felt the broad head of his erection at her core.

Slowly, so slowly, Ash pressed the head of his shaft into her, wanting to feel every delicious inch of her as he sank into her, to feel her hot slick sheathe clench around him, stroke him, close around him, work him. It felt glorious.

Miri wailed softly as her body writhed beneath him.

It astonished him he could do this to her and it amazed him he couldn’t get enough it, of her. He just wanted more, more of her delicious heat, of her body quivering beneath him, of her essence pouring into him.

Miri felt him fill her and looked up into Ash’s lambent eyes, the bright red sparks in them whirling.

It felt as if she went white hot at the sight of his glowing golden eyes, as his broad head breached her and her hips lifted in entreaty, in desperate want, but, although every muscle in his body was taut with need, as well, with evident desire, he didn’t rush. No matter how desperately she pressed her hips against him.

She whimpered.

Nearly desperate, Miri braced one hand on the door of the car, the other on the driver’s seat as he filled her inch by slow delicious, glorious inch, his thick heavy cock pushing up into her. Her eyelids fluttered with pleasure.

She lifted her hips to take him as deep as she could until his cock was seated completely inside her, his balls against her and she shivered with the sweetness of the sensation of it there. He stretched her deliciously, filled her as her channel expanded to take him and she cried out softly, the intensity of it too great to stay silent.

Ash nearly lost control at the feel of his Miri so tight around his cock, but he wanted to enjoy this, wanted to wallow in it, to savor the feel of her inner muscles gloved so snuggly around him.

She felt wonderful, incredibly tight. Her muscles flexed, pulsed as her body accommodated him.

It was like being stroked, each motion of her body pleasured him.

Carefully, he thrust, withdrawing almost completely before he let himself slide back into her sweet tight channel, moving his hips to wallow in the feel of her silken sheath around his shaft.

He could feel her coming again as she tightened.

Beneath him her body arched and went rigid as her inner muscles flexed around him. With an effort he tried to hold, but then she bucked, her hips thrust in frustrated need. She cried out his name and Ash lost it. His orgasm took him, swallowed him up as his cum erupted into her.

Instinctively, he struck.

His fangs sank deep into her throat, his venom gushed into her bloodstream and he claimed his mate once again as his while her pleasure burst against the back of his throat.

A cry burst out of her. His name, again.

She was his now and forever.

It was time. The moon, with its pale betraying light, had finally set. From where her head was nestled in the hollow of his shoulder, Miri looked up at him, her hand stroking across his chest. He loved her touch, craved her soft caresses as much as she seemed to love touching him.

He took a breath. Drawing her close he held her with her head cradled against his shoulder, his hand buried in her flaming hair. Then he let out the breath.

It took only a moment for them to right themselves, to pull on clothes and straighten them somewhat. Ash conjured up what were the standard working clothes of the Daemonae, a pair of loose drawstring pants and vest. It would take only another spell to clothe him in armor if he needed it. For now, he wanted freedom of movement.

He didn’t wonder what Ba’al and Mal thought, both would know the broad empty space before them would be best traversed in total darkness.