Hood's Obsession (20 page)

“Lilith, I know.”

She sniffled, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand and staring down miserably at her feet. It bothered him to see her like that. Bothered him that she was no longer laughing and flirting with him as mercilessly as she had at the very beginning of this long journey. Lilith was always so sullen now, and he knew that, unintentionally or not, it was because of him.

“Know what?” she muttered.

He inhaled deeply. “I know the pact you made with Rumpel.”

Jaw clenching, she refused to look at him. “I suppose you find it funny, then. That your master would take my deal when I was barely old enough to wipe my bum.”

“You don’t sound bitter about it. Why not?”

She let out a small chuckle that sounded like it was mixed with unshed tears. “How can I be bitter? I made the deal. I went to him, I sought him out. Do you know,” she turned to him, “that he gave me three chances to walk away?”

He frowned. That didn’t sound like Rumpel at all. His prince lived for striking deals, for trading the temporary charms of beauty and wealth, or whatever else the patron would ask, for fealty in the future.

“Why?” he finally asked.

She shrugged, rubbing her bicep. “I always got the sense that he understood I’d grow to regret it. So now you know.” She gave him a miserable, watery grin. “Does that make us even?”

Now she sounded angry. Giles cocked his head. “Are you mad at me?”

A rumbling growl that sounded more like it should come from a wolf than a human tore from her throat. “I am angry with myself.”

Flattening her palm on the ground, Giles sensed that once again she was about to flee. Snatching on to her wrist before she could run off, he tugged her back down gently.

“Let me go,” she snarled.

And he knew he should. Damn himself to the seven pits of Delerium, he knew he should. He’d only just been telling her that his needs and wants mattered for naught. Trying desperately to convince himself that what he was feeling would pass, had to pass, that his life could continue on as it had before, but one look into Lilith’s shattered gaze and the hardness that had sustained him for so long failed to show.

“Lilith.” His voice broke with the unspoken words filling up his soul.

“What?” she snapped. “You must know. My gods, what a fool you must think me.” This time when she laughed a tear splashed down the corner of her eye, then another and another. She wiped at them angrily, but he refused to let her hand go.

“Let me go, Giles,” she growled again. “I’m warning you. I’m angry and volatile and humiliated that you should know. I tried to ignore it—I tried to will this away. But the harder I fight it, the worse it gets. And now you tell me that there could never be anything anyway and I just need to go, please. I’ll return in the morning and we can pretend this never—”

Desperate and hungry and raw himself, Giles silenced her words with a kiss. He didn’t think it through. He didn’t stop to question himself. Because if he gave himself even a second to rationalize he’d stop what he was doing.

But he needed her to know the truth; for once in his life, he wanted someone to know his dirty secret.

She mewled into his touch, then her hand yanked out of his grasp and her hands clawed at his back. Somehow she’d moved without him even being aware of it, she was straddling his lap, and her kiss was intoxicating.

Her kiss, like a siren’s deadly touch, he hungered for more even as a part of him slowly died inside. Who was he without his constancy to his prince? His willingness to die for him and him alone?

If someone else wormed their way into his heart, it would make him weak. Make him stupid. It’s what he’d always been taught, what he’d always believed, but now with her lips on him and her tongue moving against his own in a heated caress, he could barely remember his own name.

The only thing Giles knew was the he wanted so much more than this. Her movements, the way she ground her bottom onto his erection, he wanted so much more than just a mere kiss.

It was like he was a demon unleashed, reckless and wild and aching for release. His hand slid dangerously high upon her thigh. She spread them wider, so that the heat of her center was positioned enticingly against the rigid girth of his erection.

“Giles,” she moaned, then scratched the back of his skull with her claws. Not bleeding him, but driving him mad.

He moved down the column of her throat, licking and nipping his way down until he came to the hollow of it and began to lave his attentions there. Her skin was flushed a dewy rose, she was panting and writhing on him. Moving up and down on him, filling his blood with molten heat.

Licking him with flame from the inside out. Burning him alive. He felt his body begin to tingle, felt the burn of his fire start to spread outward.

A demone’s touch while heightened by too much pleasure could kill. He needed to mute his needs. She was too frail to handle him, but it’d been so long since he’d allowed himself the touch of a woman that he was finding it difficult to contain himself.

“Stop,” he panted, pulling his hands back. Not wishing to hurt her.

But she refused to let him. “No way, knight.” She slammed her lips on his and forced his hands back down onto her thighs. Wiggling back and forth over his engorged flesh. Even though they were still clothed, Giles knew he was going to come soon.

Judging by her frantic whimpers so would she. She was rubbing harder now, planting her palms onto his shoulder for better leverage, wiggling back and forth with vigor.

“I love it when you touch me—more, Giles,” she said between nips of his lips. “More. So much more.”

“But…I’ll…burn—”

“No. You won’t. I love your heat.”

His hands were heating up again and then so was the rest of him. He tried once more to shove her off of him. Trying desperately to make her understand he could kill her. But she was much stronger than she seemed.

The shifter clung to his body and refused to budge an inch. Giles could only grit his teeth under the onslaught, willing his flame to bank. To go away.

He’d only ever allowed himself to get carried away like this when he was with another demone. Only they could handle it.

She hissed, but she didn’t seem to be undulating in pain. Lilith was writhing upon him, welcoming his heat. Whimpering into it. “Gods, you feel good,” she moaned.

And Giles had no idea how she was doing this, he still dreaded to harm her. Sweating as he fought to control his infernal body, he gritted out, “Come on, Lilith, come. Quickly. Come.”

“No, not without you.” She shook her head, claiming his lips once more.

Her entire body was flushed a bright red. But she was smiling, and he couldn’t smell the scorching of flesh. Somehow, as impossible as it was to believe, she was okay.

Reaching down between their bodies, she grabbed hold of him and began to gently stroke. Grunting in shock, he gasped as his need built. Pleasure spiraled like a wave inside of him, growing into a tight, rippling band.

“Lilith, stop,” he pleaded only half-heartedly, desperate for her to continue even while he knew they should stop. “Please, love, stop.”

“Why?” she whimpered. “I can’t stop. I want this so bad. Want you so bad.” She peppered his brow with kisses and Giles could see the smoke rising from his body.

“Because I will combust. I will burn and I’m not sure you can handle it. My body is going crazy—I can’t control this.”

“Then don’t.” And this time when she took his lips, she refused to let them go.

Lilith only pumped him harder and his muscles quaked, snapped like jumping beans as the fire came closer and closer to the surface.

“If I have to die,” she whispered, “then I’d rather die this way, anyway.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her she wouldn’t die from mating a demone, but very well might die from mating with him at this very moment because no matter how much he kept willing himself down from the inferno, he couldn’t seem to stop it.

Giles gave one last feeble attempt to push her hand off, but she only gripped him tighter. Causing him to cry out in ecstasy as his seed pumped from his body.

And as he came, the fire poured from out of him. Engulfing them in a brilliant orange blaze and Lilith grunted her own release, spasming against him over and over and over as if overtaken by her climax.

Giles gazed on in horror as they burned, but his horror soon turned to shocked delight when she opened her eyes and stared at the fire covering her body that did not burn.

Then, tilting her head back, she laughed a sultry, shivery sound into the night, and Giles knew nothing would ever be the same for him again.

Lilith couldn’t believe what they’d done. She stared at Giles, expecting him to shove her off of him or to tell her that it’d all been a mistake, but instead he brought her tight into his arms and hugged her until the flames pouring from his body died down.

“See, I didn’t die,” she whispered against his beating heart.

“I thought my fire would hurt you. I am so glad it didn’t.” He traced her jaw with the pad of his thumb and she kissed it when he crossed her lip with it.

Her heart felt so full to bursting. No, they’d not mated in truth, but it had been glorious, and if that was all they could do for the rest of their lives, then she’d do it. They’d figure out a way to keep their relationship going once this journey came to an end.

“Lilith, there is something you should know,” he began tentatively.

“Hm?” She nuzzled her nose against his chest like a contented kitten.

He seemed to be steeling his nerves to speak and that caused her to sit up as a nervous knot grew inside of her.

“What, Giles?”

He sighed. “You can’t die with me. A demone is the only species in Kingdom that you can mate with.”

That didn’t make any sense. “We didn’t mate, Giles. The bond has not been formed.”

What exactly was he implying by saying she could mate with a demone? Just what did he know that she didn’t?

“Why did you do that?” she asked softly. “Just now? Why didn’t you let me leave?”

Giles gave her a look that was difficult for her to decipher. It seemed more closed off than earlier, which was strange considering what they’d just done. A bad feeling nestled in the pit of her stomach and as much as she didn’t want to, she slowly moved off his lap, refusing to look down and see the tangible evidence of what they’d done together staining his pants.

“Knight, I need to understand what you meant by my being immune to a demone. And as much as I like what we just did, I sense you do not feel as I do.” It was humbling to say those words; it wasn’t in her nature to be so open and honest with anyone outside of her pack.

Grabbing his forehead, he shook his head. “I was visited by Danika—”

“My godmother?” She frowned. “But why?”

He seemed reluctant to meet her gaze.

Her stomach dove to her knees because there could only be one reason for her godmother to come and speak with Giles. She was trying to make a love match. But surely her fairy understood that she was not at liberty to give her soul to anyone outside of her species.

What was going on here? Lilith felt more confused than ever.

“Who told you about my deal? Was it Rumpel or Danika?”

“Danika.”

The queasy pit grew. “Why would she do that?”

This time when he attempted to grab her hand, she yanked it back from him. For once not wishing his touch. Every time he did it she forgot herself.

Curling his empty hand on his lap, he sighed. “Because she wished for me to save you.”

“What?” She jumped to her feet as shame crept a humiliating path up her neck. “And how did she think to manage that?” she snapped, pacing in front of him.

“By mating with you.”

“So that’s what this was?” She damned the heat gathering behind her eyelids, telling herself she would not cry, no matter what. “A pity lay?”

He glowered and jumped to his feet as well. “You think me capable of such? After everything we’ve been through?”

Scoffing, she crossed her arms. “We hardly know one another. Up until this very second you’ve rebuffed me constantly. Now suddenly my godmother tells you to come save me and this is what you do.” Sneering, she shook her head. “I am no one’s charity case.” She turned, ready to shift and find sleeping arrangements somewhere else for the night.

“Lilith, bloody hell,” he snapped and spun her back around almost violently.

His body was glowing beneath the skin again, looking like banked embers threaded through with veins of molten lava. Gods, he was bizarre and beautiful, and her traitorous heart yearned to reach out to him even as she wished to slap him for causing her to misread his intentions earlier.

“You make me crazed.” Growling, he shoved his fingers through his hair, causing the ebony ends to stand up in different directions.

Arching a brow, she tapped her fingers on her arms, ignoring her need to pat his hair back down. “Oh, I make you crazed. That’s rich.”

Burning red eyes glared at her. “I want to save you.”

“I never asked you to,” she snapped back.

“Why is it so hard for you to let others in?”