Lucifer's Daughter (9 page)

“Not „til you do,” I said stubbornly, dancing back from a claw Azz swiped at me.

Auric realized his blade wouldn"t move any further and pulled it out, its shiny length covered in black blood. He spun its sharp length at the demon, who danced back.

“I expect you to listen to me. I can"t protect you properly, otherwise.”

“I don"t need protection,” I huffed, landing a kick on Azazel"s kneecap that made his leg buckle.

“Dammit, woman! Get back in the apartment,” Auric shouted, swinging his sword and scoring a slice across Azz"s corded arm.

“No,” I yelled back. I dropped to the floor and rolled towards Azz"s legs. As soon as I hit the leathery skin, I punched up, hard, into his jewels. Yes, demon balls are just as sensitive as a man"s.

With a scream of frustration–and quite a bit of pain--Azazel called up a portal and fell back into it, disappearing back into Hell and his new master. I wondered if Dad knew about his defecting to the other side. Another thing to tell him when I saw him.

I heard the sound of a door opening further up the hall, and a face peered out.

I gave my neighbor, ninety-year-old Miranda, a fake smile. “Darn door to door telemarketers.

They just don"t know how to take „no" for answer.” I doubted she believed me, but she ducked back into her apartment quicker than a bunny into a burrow.

The subterfuge that seemed to be a daily part of my life, not to mention the danger that came with just being me, suddenly fatigued me. Why couldn"t I just live a normal life? All I wanted to do was crawl under my covers and go to bed, and forget about everyone and everything.

Well, maybe not Auric. I still wanted him--and, lucky me, he hadn"t run away. He slid his sword back in its sheath, then he picked me up in those deliciously muscled arms and carried me back into the apartment. He headed straight into my bedroom with my not-so-impressive bed, and lay me down gently on the covers. I watched him as he pulled off my boots and socks. This tender caring seemed so strange, coming from such a warrior. But I liked it.

“You don"t have to stay,” I repeated again.

Auric just shot me a look and snorted. “If ever there was someone in need of protection, it"s you.” He pulled off his own boots and socks, which I found strangely intimate. Next, his sword sheath came off. He laid it within easy reach, propped against the bed; a bed he still intended to share, apparently. With a lazy smile and a heated gaze that made my mouth dry and my heart patter faster, he popped the top button on his jeans before he lay down beside me on the bed.

The bed dipped under his weight, and I found myself sliding towards him. I could have stopped myself, but I craved the warmth of his body, even as I came to grips with the strangeness of lying in bed with a man. My body ended up tucked against his side, nestled under his arm, which he"d draped above the top of my head across my pillow. This intimate sharing made me tongue-tied and shy, not to mention much too aware of his body.

“What"s it like, being the daughter of the most infamous man in the world?” he asked, breaking the silence.

My laughter came out brittle. I love my dad, don"t get me wrong; but some days, it isn"t easy being Satan"s daughter. “You really want to know?”

Auric turned on his side and faced me. “Tell me.”

So I did.

“I came to live with my dad, in Hell, when I was about five. I don"t really remember anything before that. It"s like my memories were wiped for those years. It wasn"t all bad. My dad set aside a wing in his palace for me. I had a human nanny, hellhounds, lots of siblings, and my dad.”

“He helped raise you?” Auric sounded surprised.

“Of course he did. He spent time with me every single day. My dad might be Satan, but he loves me.” Why that fact seemed to surprise everyone, I didn"t know. Even bad guys could love.

“I"m sorry; I guess I just never pictured Lucifer as being the fatherly type.”

“Well, I didn"t say he did things like normal human fathers did, but he tried his best.”

It made me think about my eighteenth birthday. An age when most parents were teary-eyed over their little girl getting older, and begging her not to grow up so fast.

My dad asked why I was still a virgin.

I told him none of the boys measured up to him, something I laughed about later when he couldn"t see me. But that conversation started the parade of men, in all shapes, sizes, and species, as the king of Hell tried to help me lose what he considered a handicap. My succubi sisters looked at me strangely, too. Sex was just sex, they told me. Who cared if love was involved? I did.

To make Satan happy, for my twentieth birthday, I got a tattoo above my buttocks. Of course, the fact I"d gotten a pink butterfly didn"t impress him, but he seemed pleased that I"d at least made a step in the direction of depravity and corruption.

Auric interrupted my tale. “Show me.”

Lacking inhibitions, I rolled onto my stomach and pulled down my pants, flashing my little butterfly at him.

I trembled when he traced its shape with his finger.

“Nice,” he said, his voice thick.

I wondered if he meant the tattoo, or my ass. I kind of hoped the latter.

Trying to fight the carnal thoughts that continued to plague me, I decided it was time for him to bare all.

I flipped onto my back and found him staring at me intently, like some kind of puzzle he still hadn"t quite figured out. What could I say, I had depth.

“Your turn,” I stated.

“I don"t have any tattoos.”

“Don"t play stupid. What"s your story? What are you?”

“Just a man with a magic sword.”

I didn"t like the way he kept evading my questions, a thought I lost track of when he suddenly rolled on top of me. The full-length contact made me flush with heat, and sent my tummy flip-flopping.

“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to sound outraged, but instead it came out breathy.

“This.” He dipped his head down and tasted me. Unlike the soft kisses of before, this one had strength in it. He took my lips like he owned them. Tasting and caressing them with his own, „til I moaned in pleasure. My hands twined themselves in his ebony hair as I kissed him back, just as passionately. The soft strands tickled like silk between my fingers. I yanked on two fistfuls and he let go of my lips.

“What are you doing?” I whispered again, as my heart raced erratically.

“Getting to know you better,” he grinned mischievously. “I give you my word, though; no matter how wild you get, I won"t breach your maidenhead.”

His word. I looked into his vivid green eyes, and wondered just how good that word was.

“Trust me,” he murmured, as he leaned back down to catch my lower lip between his teeth.

I let go of his hair and wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling the muscles in his back rippling as he held most of his weight off me, bracing himself on his forearms. But I wanted to feel his body crushing mine. We were clothed, how dangerous could it be?

I chopped his arms so he collapsed on top of me, and I found out just how dangerous. The feel of his groin, a bulging hardness pressing against the vee of my thighs, had me arching my hips against his. My breathing came even faster, mixed with mewling sounds as his mouth left my swollen lips to travel down to nibble on my neck. I writhed beneath him as he caressed the soft, sensitive skin there. I knew I should tell him to stop, but my mouth refused to speak.

When his mouth moved even lower, my hands came up to push him away. Yet again, my body betrayed me, as I dug my fingers into his shoulders and arched my back instead of shoving him off. I didn"t want the pleasure suffusing me to stop.

His tongue traced the curve of my shirt"s neckline, while his hand cupped one of my breasts. The pad of his thumb brushed over my nipple, which immediately hardened into a point. That nub tightened even more when he grasped it with his teeth. I cried out at this new experience, and dug my fingers even deeper into the muscles of his shoulders. The fabric of my t-shirt became wet as he sucked at my nipple, drawing it out.

I couldn"t control my moans. The feel of his mouth, even through the material, sent a hot jolt of desire right down to my pussy. I could feel my panties getting damper and damper, while a pressure built inside me greater than anything I"d ever experienced.

As if sensing my growing urgency, he slid sideways so he only partially covered me and his hands skimmed my lower stomach. I trembled at his touch, and almost bucked him off when his nimble fingers slid under the waist band of my yoga pants.

My conscience felt a twinge of worry at this point. Would he keep his word? But he remained clothed, even as his fingers tangled in my curls down below. Then he distracted me from his hand when his mouth resumed its torture of my breasts. His teeth nipped the bud and wrenched a cry from me.

A cry I repeated when his finger found my swollen nub below. My whole body arched off the bed when he began stroking me. His rough finger creating a delicious friction on this most sensitive of spots. I knew I should push him away, as the feelings he provoked raged out of control. Instead I said, “Please.” A word he swallowed with his lips as he brought his face back up to mine, his possessive mouth branding mine.

I thrashed on the bed in pleasure. I wanted, no, needed, more. The waves of bliss inside me kept building, almost painfully so. I didn"t protest when I felt his lips slide from mine, licking their way down my neck. They slid down the length of my chest to my lower belly. For a moment his fingers stopped their torture, but only for a second; as he slipped my pants down, pulling them off me so rapidly that I didn"t even have a chance to protest.

Then I didn"t even think of protesting as he put his hot mouth on my sex. Actually, I screamed.

I"d read about oral sex, even fantasized about it, but nothing had prepared me for the total fucking pleasure of it.

His tongue flicked across my clit, an exquisite feeling that he followed up with a full-on suck. I bucked, my hips coming high off the bed. One strong hand pushed me back down; and as he held me there, a prisoner to his mouth, I felt his other hand stroking my inner lips. I quivered when he slid first one, then two, and finally a third finger partially in. I clenched tightly around those penetrating fingers, and heard him grunt as he continued to bathe my clit with his tongue.

I rode the roller coaster of bliss at this point. Out of control, screaming at the thrill, „til finally I reached the top of that big hill and crested it. What followed was a pure rush, one that made me scream and shake, as the most powerful orgasm I"d ever experienced ripped through my body.

But Auric didn"t stop the torture there; oh no, he held me down and continued flicking my swollen nub with his tongue until my body was so sensitized, it convulsed again. The ripples of my second orgasm almost made me black out, and when I came back down from that high, I found myself trembling, and yet feeling strangely energized.

I vaguely felt him moving, „til he lay beside me again. He turned me onto my side and pulled me into him, spooning me. He said nothing, which I mentally thanked him for, because I didn"t know what I would have said. “Thank you” seemed kind of inadequate. I marveled at his self-control, though, for through his clothing I could feel his erection pressing against my backside.

That made me feel a little guilty; should I have reciprocated? I still couldn"t believe he"d kept his word. He"d pleasured me, while respecting my vow of no sex.

The only thing that nagged me was the thought I"d broken my vow, even without the penetration.

Semantics perhaps, but it bothered me. Did I love Auric? If he"d tried to fuck me, would I have let him?

The answer scared me.

I finally managed to fall asleep, with a million questions still running through my mind, Auric"s presence gave me erotic dreams, where I did naughty things to him. In the midst of a particularly gymnastic feat, I was abruptly awoken by a shout.

Crap, my father had arrived. I looked in the bed beside me and found it empty. My initial reaction? Relief. Auric had left after all. Quickly followed by disappointment. I couldn"t believe he"d just left like that. Then I had a horrifying thought. What if Auric had stayed, and now faced an irate king of Hell?

I scrambled out of bed and took only a second to yank on my pants, then I sped out to the living room. I skidded to a stop when I saw my dad stood alone.

My body relaxed as a lot of anxious tension eased out of me. Saved–for the moment, that is.

“Satana Muriel Baphomet, just what have you been up to?” Satan asked in a quiet, controlled voice.

Oh-oh, trouble.
So, of course, I played dumb. Never admit to anything „til you find out just what the other party knows. “What do you mean, Daddy, dearest?” I said, abruptly sitting down on Auric"s leather duster, trying to cover it while mentally panicking. He hadn"t left after all which meant...

My eyes strayed to the closed bathroom door and the muted sound of the shower running. I had to get my father out of here quickly, before Auric came out, or there would be hell to pay, literally.

“Don"t act dumb with me,” the lord of the pit said in that still-quiet tone. “I know you had a man here last night, Charon told me.” His face then broke out into a delighted smile. “You finally did it! So who"s the lucky chap?”

Damn, Dad thought I"d finally gotten deflowered. This could be awkward. “Not so fast, Dad.

Yes, a man did stay over last night, but nothing happened. We just talked.” And he gave me the wickedest orgasm ever, but some things you just didn"t tell your father.

Lucifer"s brows shot up. “What? You talked. Where is this idiot? I"m going to have a talk with him about defiling my daughter. Maybe he needs pointers.”

“Dad!” I squealed. “That is so gross. And he doesn"t need any help. I told you not „til I"m in love. Now, do you mind changing subjects? This is
so
none of your business.” Not to mention mortifying.

“I"m your father, everything about you is my business.”

“Not this,” I muttered through clench teeth. The bathroom door thankfully stayed shut, the sound of the shower still evident. Which kind of surprised me. For a guy determined to protect me, Auric didn"t seem too observant. Like, hello, biggest demon of all in my living room. I needed to get my mind back on track. “Dad, Charon was telling me last night that there"s an uprising going on.”