Lilith's Awakening (3 page)

“I like having my fingers
on you.” He pulled her slowly toward him. “But I think I’ll like
having them
in
you even better.”

Renewing her resistance, she tried to twist
away. “I’m your brother’s mate! You can’t—”

“You renounced Sammael in front of me.
That’s an open invitation to woo you.” He pressed her against his
chest, his hands moving to cup her ass. “I accept.”

Her upper body arched
away, which ground her sex against his thigh.
I should pull her legs around my waist and fuck her right
here, right now.
The vivid image in his
mind was nearly too powerful to resist. He slid his finger deep
into her crack and gently pulled her ass cheeks apart, allowing the
humid air of the grotto to tease over her. She quickly smothered a
moan.

“I will set Sammael aside, but that doesn’t
mean I’ll choose you next.” She sounded muddled, as if the words
were meant as much to remind her as to inform him. “I may never
choose another mate.”

Possessive passion stirred within Jetrel.
Being Lilith’s mate appealed to him far too much. He would
surrender control to no one! This slender slip of female was
dangerous. “Who said anything about mating? I just want to fuck
you.”

She shoved him backward and stomped across
the chamber. “Are you always this hateful?” Snatching his tunic off
the ledge, she tugged it on over her head.

“I have a proposition for you.” He flashed
his most compelling smile.

“I have no interest in your
proposition.”

“You haven’t even heard it.”

She mocked him with her smile.

“I have the
right
to woo you. You
cannot fuck anyone else until I’ve had you at least
once.”

With an exasperated shriek, she ripped off
the tunic and dropped to her hands and knees, presenting him with
her rounded ass. “Just get it over with.” She ground out the words
and opened her legs.

Jetrel clenched his fists. His cock bucked
wildly, demanding he accept her invitation. Her breasts dangled,
full and free, waiting for the pressure of his hands, her cunt
opened sweetly, even her puckered little asshole was there for the
taking.

“Get up,” he growled.

“Get on with it!” She arched her back,
lowering her shoulders toward the floor.

Fury beat back his desire. He dropped to his
knees behind her, his pants still securely tied. She lowered her
head submissively, obviously expecting to be drilled and have it
“over with”. Jetrel seethed. He knew a thing or two about control.
No female, regardless of how desirable, was going to command
him.

His hands shot between her legs and under
her belly, clasping her hips. Wedging her thighs wide, he pulled
her knees off the floor. She cried out, trying to look back at him.
He held her open, utterly at his mercy.

Using the tip of his tongue against her
clit, he flicked and circled ruthlessly. Her hips jerked. She
gasped and shuddered as he concentrated entirely on that tiny knot
of nerves. He lashed and licked. He caught it between his teeth and
carefully sucked it into his mouth.

She trembled violently. A sharp cry tore
from her throat as her pearly essence released. He closed his eyes
and inhaled her musk, savoring the earthy scent and the power of
knowing he’d made her cream.

“Jetrel,” she murmured, her voice muffled
against her folded arms.

He flipped her onto her back while she was
still pliant, draping her legs over his shoulders. He slipped his
hands under her, squeezing her sculpted ass as he raised her to his
mouth. Her folds were slick, her flavor delicate yet evocative. He
swirled and explored every crevice and valley before slowly sinking
into her snug core.

Ravenous for the sensual taste of her flesh
and encouraged by her rapturous cries, he nearly forgot his
purpose. Her pussy rippled around his tongue and he quickly pulled
back. She cried out mournfully, arching, following his retreat.

“Please!”

He waited for the sensations to recede, then
teasingly circled her entrance, never venturing beyond the
sensitive opening. She wiggled. His hands tightened on her ass.

“Are you ready to hear my proposition?” He
spoke the words against her flesh, his voice a gentle
vibration.

“You want to talk
now
?”

Lifting his head, he met her gaze as he
licked her essence from his lips. He eased her to the smooth stone
floor of the cave and pushed two fingers into her clenching pussy.
“I want to woo you.”

“You are wooing me.” He flicked her clit.
She jumped, releasing a nervous laugh. “What’s your
proposition?”

“You offer yourself, without reservation, to
my wooing once.” Slowly pulling his fingers out, he stroked her
from back to front, ruthlessly avoiding her most sensitive
spots.

She licked her lips. “That’s all? I give
myself to you once?”

She sounded disappointed.
Good! “You surrender yourself—without reservation—to
whatever form
of wooing
I choose. If I satisfy you completely, you offer yourself again.
The first time I leave you wanting, in even the smallest measure,
our courtship is ended.”

Lilith stared up at Jetrel, her naked thighs
framing his highly defined torso. His blue eyes glowed
hypnotically, casting a haze over his angular features. She
trembled. Sammael had demanded submission, forced it when she
hesitated too long. Jetrel’s proposition was considerably more
appealing—and infinitely more dangerous.

How easy it would be to
lose herself in him, to forget everything but the pleasure of his
touch. She must resist. Regardless of how appealing she found
Jetrel, she
would
control her own future.

“Well?”

“If I refuse?”

He grinned insolently. “Then you remain here
until you reconsider.”

Her mouth gaped and she tried to sit. He
captured her wrists and spread her arms against the floor, arching
over her. “I’m your prisoner?”

“Light comes in through the pool. It’s
obviously a way out, but Cat Clan demons aren’t the strongest
swimmers, and there’s a powerful current.”

She didn’t really have a choice and he knew
it. She had to submit to him once by demonic law or he could simply
take her.

Apparently, he preferred his females
willing.

He stood and untied the lacings at the front
of his pants, his gaze holding hers.

“Will you take me back tomorrow if I submit
to you tonight?”

Pushing the garment low on
his hips, he paused. “I cannot answer that. Your return isn’t
contingent upon your surrender. It hinges on the
event.
”

“And you don’t know what the event is.”

He nodded. With tantalizing slowness, he
eased the fabric away from his erect cock and down along his hips.
He tossed the garment to the stone ledge behind him. Her eyes never
left his body. Surrounded by a nest of midnight-blue curls, his
shaft rose thick and proud. Large and drawn up tightly against his
body, his balls revealed how badly he burned for her.

“You have such a beautiful mouth. So full
and soft. Offer me your mouth.”

Lilith rose to her knees, carefully keeping
her thighs apart, so he could see how wet she was. She licked her
lips and left them parted, shiny—available.

He moved in front of her, paused, then
fisted the back of her hair. She didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate.
Opening wider, she waited.

With the tip of one finger he traced her
mouth, sliding easily across her moistened lips. He pushed his
finger into the warm interior and she swirled her tongue around the
tip. Their gazes fused as he pushed his finger in and out.

“I want to feel this luscious mouth sliding
around my cock, but I’m starving for more of your sweet pussy.” He
pulled his finger out, motioning toward the cave’s damp floor. “I
suppose we’ll have to compromise. Lie down.”

She hesitated. Sammael liked to straddle her
face and fuck her mouth. He’d shove so deeply into her throat she’d
nearly suffocate. The more she struggled, the better he liked
it.

Jetrel wrapped his arms around her, running
his palm down the entire length of her hair. “I’m not my brother.
If I displease you, I never get to touch you again. Remember
that.”

His reassurance was as unexpected as the
tender gesture. Heat swirled through her belly, and her breasts
swelled.

Again she cursed the whim of fate that had
allowed Jetrel to find her. Jetrel was too unpredictable. Too
persuasive. She had to stay in control or he would dominate her
with his seduction just as surely as Sammael had with
brutality.

Lying on her back, she angled toward the
pool as it surged. Warm water bathed her legs, teased her folds,
caressed her.

He moved over her, his knees on either side
of her head. Grasping the backs of her thighs, he pulled her legs
toward her chest, rolling her hips clear off the floor. She gasped.
His hands remained firm and insistent, keeping her in the unusual
position. His cock bobbed just above her parted lips. Still, he
made no move to enter her mouth.

His tongue stroked from her clit to her anus
in one slow, thorough sweep. Understanding blossomed with
empowering freedom. If she wanted him, he was hers for the taking.
He would force nothing on her. She raised her hands to his hips and
urged him lower. His cock teasingly grazed her lips.

Again and again he licked her, touched her,
but remained only long enough to inflame her senses. She captured
the head of his cock with her lips and sucked vigorously. He
finally slid deeper into her mouth. He licked, she sucked. He slid
his tongue around her clit. She swirled hers around his tip.

It became a dance. He led. She followed.
Whatever he did, she mimicked, until they were both writhing and
wild. He rocked into her mouth in short, shallow strokes as she
tormented him with the firm pressure of her lips and the swirling
motion of her tongue. His efforts centered over her swollen clit.
Circling the hooded knot expertly, he drove her passion higher.

His cock bucked against her tongue and
stretched her mouth, yet he never stayed in her throat long enough
to frighten her. She willingly took him deeper.

Her skin prickled, sensitized to the point
of pain. The hair on his chest abraded her tender nipples, making
her wish he had more hands—or another mouth! She felt his fingers
circle her weeping pussy and deep spasms begged him to push inside.
His tongue kept up the relentless pressure on her clit while his
fingers painted her puckered little hole with her own thick
cream.

Was that what he really wanted? Would he
fuck her ass until she screamed?

Not tonight. Just
relax.
His passion-roughened voice sounded
inside her head and Lilith groaned. Knowing he could read her mind
both excited and frightened her. She didn’t want to be so
vulnerable to anyone.

His fingers continued to lubricate her anus,
so she focused on the sensual slide of his hot, throbbing cock in
and out of her mouth.

He gave her clit several forceful flicks and
positioned his finger against her ass. Heat spiraled deep into her
body and her cunt clenched jealously, weeping for the fullness he
withheld. With steady pressure, he breached the tight sphincter and
his finger slipped smoothly inside. She whimpered. Wanting him to
stop, needing him to do more! He moved, slowly, drawing almost out
before he pushed in as far as his long finger could reach.

Please, Jetrel, fuck me!
Take my ass if that’s what you want, but stop teasing me!
she cried out within her mind, knowing he would
hear.

His cock slid faster, deeper within her
mouth, matching the taunting penetration of his finger. Tighter and
tighter her need coiled. She moaned and writhed and moaned
again.

Carefully closing his lips around her clit,
he sucked it into his mouth. His finger thrust all the way in and
Lilith screamed. She shook and trembled as her orgasm pounded
through her. His cock thrust deep and his hot seed splashed against
the back of her throat.

He continued to suck her clit as he slowly
withdrew his finger and she came again. Shifting his hips to pull
his cock from her mouth, he eased the pressure on her hips, but
didn’t let go. He followed her down, his tongue busily devouring
every pearly drop of her body’s sweet release.

She lay beside the water’s edge, limp and
replete as he feasted. His warm mouth felt fabulous as it moved
against her flesh. Soothing, savoring, worshiping.

A long time passed before he finally lifted
his head and grinned. “I enjoyed that most thoroughly, my sweet.
But you’re the one who must decide. Is our courtship over…or may I
woo you again?”

Lilith crouched in the dense shadow of a
leafy lilac bush and watched the grassy clearing with rapt
interest. Clusters of tiny purple blossoms filled the air with
their cloying aroma, making Lilith wiggle her nose. Jetrel had
taught her many things in the past three days. He showed her
strange plants and exotic creatures, whispering their names.
Testing the boundaries of the garden, they’d followed the four
rivers, meandering outward from the frothy spring at Eden’s core.
She’d been fascinated, intrigued, yet ever mindful that they didn’t
belong.

The
rules
were different in the Light.
If a demon was brave enough to venture into the garden, it was best
to travel by night. As the sun rose, their powers diminished until
many were forced into their clan forms. If Jetrel hadn’t
transported Lilith to the underground grotto, Adam would have
witnessed her transformation into a sleek, black demonic
cat.