The Demon's Seduction (3 page)

“It’s a scratch.” A big scratch but he’d live.

Thalia was still shaking.

She had stabbed someone. A Fae.

As soon as they’d returned to the castle, Thalia had dumped the two women on the other Graces, Cleta and Laia. The stink of Fae had coated them both and they needed to be cleansed before Zepar could have sex with them. Thalia couldn't seem to focus.

She couldn't go to her chamber since the women were there being prepared for Zepar. Thalia found herself back in Leraye's chamber, wandering aimlessly through the still room.

Her teeth chattered, clicking and clacking so hard her jaw ached from trying to keep them quiet. Thalia pulled the velvet duvet from the bed and wrapped the luxurious material around her shoulders.

"What the hell am I doing here?" she muttered.

But truly, she knew. Sadly, Leraye's cold embrace was the most comfort she had experienced in a long time. So Thalia limped to Leraye and settled herself in his lap. With the warm, sensual material enveloping her, she curled into his frozen arms.

"I killed someone," she said baldly. "It's probably no big deal to you, being the Demon of Battle but...." She couldn't even finish. Death was so final.

Thalia's shaking got worse as she kept seeing the scene over and over again in her head. The Fae's surprised face as her blade connected. The adrenaline had pumped through her and gave her the strength to push her iron, deadly to the Fae, into her attacker's flesh.

Horrifying and exhilarating. She had saved the women. And herself.

And then she'd seen Zepar's cut. Remembered the fear that gripped her until he'd dismissed the wound and hustled them all to the castle.

"And now, he's with
them
." Zepar couldn't even be bothered to see if she was okay. He was off having sex with a woman she procured for him. Probably amazing sex. "I've heard blood rage from adrenaline works like a heady aphrodisiac. You would know, I imagine."

Images of Zepar, muscled and sweaty, as he engaged in sex filled her mind.

And suddenly, her chill burned away.

Desire simmered, a pulse low in her core. Her breasts ached and her nipples puckered. All that adrenaline shot to her womanly regions zapping her nerve endings and heightening her senses. "Leraye, I'm horny as hell." She wiggled against his stone erection. "I want sex in the worst way."

But not with an inanimate object. Not like earlier. She wanted a lover.

She wanted Zepar.

But thanks to stupid, Gods' damned rules, he was forbidden. And he seemed determined to fuck every human woman in sight.

Despair blanketed her. Instead, she would have to find solace with her silent, stone statue.

Zepar barged into Leraye’s chamber. “There you are." He said baldly, "I need the other one.”

“What?” She glanced at the old-fashioned clock that hung on the wall, its ticking overly loud in the silent living tomb.

“The first one didn’t work out,” he grumped. “She was far too timid. She squeaked.”

“I beg your pardon.”
Gods dammit, why couldn’t he take me instead?

“She squeaked every time I came near her. And then when I disrobed, she outright screamed in fright.”

Thalia's gaze roamed his body hungrily. She wanted him. Badly. “You can be quite intimidating.”

Zepar growled.

The rumble started a delicious tremor in her feminine core. The Demon practically oozed sex. Thalia squeezed her thighs together and hoped that Zepar hadn’t noticed. But of course he had.

Gods, she had to distract him before he commented on her forbidden attraction.Thalia sprang to her feet and flung the velvet comforter on the floor. “Good thing I anticipated something like this and got two.”

He stopped dead.

“You’ve been going through women like wine lately.” He was sure to notice the snipe in her voice. “I’ll go get her.”

Before she left, she brushed a tender kiss over Leraye’s lips.

“No.” Zepar placed his hand upon her forearm. The contact zinged all the way up her body, zapping her breasts with a jolt of energy but he hadn’t noticed. He was staring at the statue his friend. “I’ll have Figgins bring her here.”

Here?
"I'll take my leave."

"No." But Zepar stopped her again. "Wait with me."

Thalia waited in uneasy silence as Zepar stared intently at Leraye's statue. Thalia wanted to ask why Zepar wanted to have sex in Leraye's chamber, but she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.

“Let’s turn him around.”

“Excuse me?” Surely she couldn't have heard correctly.

“Leraye.” Zepar clutched the statue’s shoulders in his large palms and shoved the throne chair around to face the bed. “I want him to watch.”

Thalia's heart beat in triple time. Zepar's actions had grown increasingly erratic over the past month. But before she could question him, Figgins arrived.

“Your friend, my Lord,” Figgins the castle butler, lead the new human into the room and then quickly left.

“Is it my turn?” The blowsy blond smiled at Thalia. Her puffy lips and easy sexuality were completely different from the human that Zepar had just rejected.

“If you would like.” Thalia refused to make a woman submit to Zepar unless she was willing. However, Zepar could always turn them into willing bed partners.

The blonde shifted her attention to Zepar, eyeing his broad shoulders and tapered waist. “I’d like,” she purred like a kitten and untied the wrap dress, letting the silky fabric fall to her feet. The move exposed small high breasts, a tiny waist and a completely bare pussy.

And that was Thalia’s cue to leave.

“You’re leaving?” The woman pouted, her lips pouffed into a moue of distress as she glanced between Thalia and Zepar.

Thalia blinked. Oops, she hadn’t seen that one coming. “Yes,” she said at the same time Zepar said, “No.”

***

Zepar stared at the exquisite specimen in front of him. She was the exact opposite of the lamb he’d just sent home. This woman would be a tiger in bed. She stood completely nude. His cock should be standing at attention and pulsing with need. Instead he remained softer than boiled pudding.

Thalia sputtered beside him. “My Lord?”

He was the Demon of Seduction, dammit. “I want you to stay and watch,” he said calmly as he removed his clothing. “With Leraye.”

He swore that his friend had gained some color earlier when Thalia kissed him. Zepar needed to see if sex somehow stimulated Leraye. Zepar didn't know if it was from Thalia's kiss or her carnal attention.

But the way Thalia had slammed against Leraye's stone stomach would make any Demon cock surge to life. Just as his did now. Zepar shifted his hips to give his bulging erection a little more room and fixed his gaze on the blonde. But he only saw images of Thalia. Thalia's graceful arms wrapped around Demon flesh. Thalia's legs splayed wide for Demon cock. Thalia's breasts. Thalia's mouth. Thalia's sweet, slick pussy.

He was harder than ever. This was the real reason she needed to stay.

“Who is Leraye?” The woman ran her long blood red nail down the length of Zepar's bare forearm, studying his physique with a practiced eye.

“The statue.”

She shrugged, her nipples hardened in the night air, as she glanced between Zepar and Thalia.

“I can deal with kinky.” She licked her lips and her shadowed eyelids drooped as she stared at Thalia’s breasts. “Are you sure you don’t want to play?”

“I determine who plays,” Zepar said imperiously. The thought of this floozy touching Thalia caused something dangerous to rise within him. “And I want her to watch.”

Technically, Zepar was Thalia’s superior. He could command her to do anything he wished. He had the utmost respect for the Graces and he hated to force her to do something against her will. But his determinaton to attempt to reanimate Leraye took precendence over her reluctance.

“My Lord.” Thalia’s gaze implored him but he couldn't relent.

“I want you to monitor Leraye for any signs of life.”

She bowed deeply, her face an unhappy mask. “As you wish, my Lord.”

“Get on the bed,” he commanded the human woman.

“Whatever you say, sugar.” She sashayed toward the massive wrought iron bed and hopped up on the lush silk sheets. She leaned against the pile of pillows and cupped her breasts. Her blood red fingernails flicked the pert tips of her nipples as she waited.

Zepar felt his cock wilt.

He remembered Thalia banging the statue and his cock sprang back to attention. He shifted his focus to where Thalia stood preternaturally still. “Sit in Leraye’s lap. Face us.”

Thalia raised the graceful arch of one eyebrow.

"Do it." He fisted his cock and looked her in the eye. “And strip.”

Fabulous.

She was going to be forced to watch the Demon she wanted for herself engage in sex play with another woman. And she’d thought her evening couldn’t get any worse.

Thalia carefully removed her tunic, draped the sheer fabric over the chair Zepar had occupied earlier, and then climbed into Leraye’s lap. The stone was cold beneath her bare bottom. She shivered in the chilly air, and her nipples hardened into twin points. What the hell had Zepar planned?

The human woman smiled at Thalia and slid her fingers along her bare slit. “I like this,” she said breathlessly.

Zepar employed none of his famous seductive charm. “Thalia, drape your legs over his arms,” he said in a voice guttural with need.

Thalia hesitated, unsure about what was going on.

“Do it.”

Slowly, carefully, Thalia lifted her right leg and draped it over Leraye's stone arm. Then she did the same with her left. The move left her pussy wide open and the lips of her sex parted and exposed to both of their gazes.

“Only I get to look at her,” Zepar said gruffly. “You, on your back. Head at the foot of the bed.”

The woman pouted and gave herself one more leisurely stroke before obeying Zepar's command.

Zepar still stood by the foot of the bed. His cock jutted proudly from the blonde curls surrounding his sex. Thalia couldn’t take her eyes off his fierce erection. Her body burned and the juice of her arousal trickled from her body.

Zepar’s gaze flicked to Leraye and then back to Thalia. He climbed on the bed. She could see everything through the twisted iron bars of the footboard. Zepar’s massive shoulders tapered to his waist and flowed over his buttocks. Very fine buttocks they were. Even the muscled hardness of his thighs was a turn-on. The fierce jut of his cock caused her to weaken and melt into Leraye's cold embrace.

Zepar’s intense gaze never left Thalia’s face as he bent down to lick at the woman’s cunt. He flicked his tongue against her clit and Thalia’s quivered in response.

He extended his long Demon tongue. He buried his nose in the bare folds of the blonde's sex and she knew exactly when he slid the expanded member into the blonde’s body.

Thalia’s womb clenched, begging for a phantom tongue. She wanted him to fuck her so badly her heart banged against her ribcage and her breasts shook.

She could see the drop of pre-cum glisten on the tip of his sex. Involuntarily she licked her lips. She wanted her mouth on his erection so badly it was almost a fever. In a desperate move, she spread her nether lips and speared her fingers into her body.

As Zepar increased the rhythm of his thrusting tongue, Thalia kept time with him. Her gaze was locked with his. Then he abruptly withdrew his tongue from the woman‘s body.

The blonde whimpered and her hips rose.

Thalia’s hips jerked too.

“Stop.” He commanded. “Take them out. Now.”

She was too far gone to do anything but obey. His gaze bored into hers as he moved up the woman’s body until his mouth hovered over her breasts. “Touch yourself as I touch her.”

Thalia waited for his next move. Her entire body quivered, hovering on the edge of release. Sharp details aroused her. The cold column of Leraye’s marble thighs beneath her bare bottom and exposed sex. The sight of Zepar much as she'd imagined him earlier, muscled and sweaty, poised above the other woman.

Zepar curled his tongue around the woman’s nipple and tugged.

Thalia cupped her own breast and squeezed the nipple to the point of pain. Her womb clenched.

“Not yet.” He gritted out. “Use your other hand on your sex.”

Thalia watched as he slid the thick hard length of his cock into the woman. Thalia mimicked his motion and slid three fingers into her weeping channel. But her fingers were a sad replacement for the solid bulk of Demon cock.

Zepar began to thrust. His tongue curled around the woman’s breast and squeezed. The veins stood out on his forearms as he held himself apart from the woman, only his tongue and his cock touched her. Just as only Thalia’s fingers touched herself.

“Faster.” His whole body strained toward orgasm while Thalia fucked herself.

Their tandem actions kept time to the pumping of her heart as she finally realized he was fucking her without touching her. The sex act a poor simulation of what she really wanted from him.

The lines on his face drew into a grimace as he roared with his completion.

Her body bowed as the tidal wave of orgasm took her over the edge into oblivion. And she closed her eyes and broke contact with her phantom lover. She turned her face toward Leraye, unwilling to let Zepar see how he had hurt her. With her face tucked against Leraye's, she blew out a tortured breath and whispered, “Damn him.”

Zepar's attention was riveted on Thalia. One hand lay against her breast, the other nestled in the curls of her sex, slick with cream from her body. Her pose was one of repletion, but her face was turned away from him.

The blonde scraped her nails down Zepar’s chest.

The blonde. He’d forgotten that she was there.

She stretched beneath Zepar. His cock wilted faster than an ice cream cone in hell. “What’s next?” Her avid grin and raised eyebrows told him she’d be up for anything he suggested.

She didn’t seem at all disturbed after the attack by the Fae. Their stink still lingered over her body, even though the other Graces had bathed her before she attended him.