Addictions of a Sex Demon (4 page)

He motioned for her to follow him. “Come to my home and I’ll
give you what you need.”

That perked her up. No doubt she thought he meant the fae
wing. “You know, sex demons can sympathize with your little problem. Except we
have it worse. If we don’t get climax on a regular basis, we can weaken, and
even die.”

“I doubt you’ve ever had a problem with this.” His gaze
raked over her sumptuous, goddess-like body. He instantly regretted the words
when her yellow eyes swarmed with a deep orange and flecks of brown. She’d gone
from carefree to tormented in only the breath of a sentence.

“I haven’t, but my sister Zahra nearly died just last month.
She was tortured by someone who knew this information. Not everyone likes sex
demons. Surely you can appreciate this, dragon boy, since your kind has been
hunted to near extinction.”

Axel looked upon the woman in a new light. She wasn’t just a
sensual hellion. She’d seen enough things in her obviously young life to be a
woman who knew how to take care of herself. Contemplating what kind of hard
times would have led to the thick skin she possessed fueled his veins with
rage. Thinking of anyone hurting this beautiful woman brought a haze over his
vision. Remembering her current condition, he took her hand in his, but she
jerked it away. He’d held it just long enough to realize the shakes had
returned.

“Forgive me, succubus. I know not the trials you’ve been
through, but I admire your spirit. I am truly fortunate to have found such a
woman to fill my bed. First, I’m going to help you with this problem.” He
watched her shift the weight on her feet. He saw the conflict spreading over
her light blonde brows as her forehead furrowed. She wanted the drugs, but he
gathered she also wanted to be clean. “For how long have you abstained?”

He looked over at her as they walked through the darkened
town toward his home. She swallowed before answering, and he wondered if she
was choking down pain to keep a game face for him. He’d seen enough withdrawal
to know her insides probably felt as if they were soaked in acid, being pickled
in bitter liquid need. Her mind would only be half-registering his words. The
other half would be an evil mantra teasing her with the desire to make this
itching of her skin and pain within her body go away.

“I’d been clean for a month, but I had a slip up the other
day.” Her gaze flickered with disappointment. “My sister still doesn’t know. We
left our hometown mostly on my behalf.” She laughed, but it escaped in a
bitter, desperate cry. He searched her face for tears, but found none. “Gods,
why am I telling this to my dealer?”

“I’ll be more than your dealer soon.” He was surprised at
how dangerous and low his voice rang. The woman was affecting him more than he
could have imagined. “We are here.” He motioned her inside the thatched-roof
home. She entered the room, nearly engulfed by the obscurity of the large
space. All he could see of her was pale, ghostly skin and flaming, yellow eyes
like lanterns to light his way. The pink hair around her burning gaze looked
like fire rising above embers in the darkness. “You’ve still not told me your
name.”

“Sephina Antara from Sprecia.”

“Instead of
dealer
, perhaps you could call me by my
name, since I’ve already introduced myself.”

“Sure thing.” But she didn’t say his name. Instead, she
appeared to be waiting, fighting with herself over taking the drug he’d be
offering her.

“Wait here.” He disappeared into a back room and retrieved
what he knew would help him serve Sephina. She was still standing in the large,
dark living space when he returned. He could already make out drops of sweat on
her forehead. The sickness of withdrawal was getting worse. He had to act fast.
“I have something that will make you feel better.”

As she reached out, he swiftly grabbed her and tied a silken
rope around one of her wrists. “What the fuck!” She fought and as she did so,
the fabric knotted even tighter. Axel spun her so that her back was against his
chest. Keeping her close, he wrapped her formerly free wrist as well.

Her body shook, whether from anger or the pain of
withdrawal, he’d never know. “You sick bastard! I would have had sex with you
if you’d asked nicely! How dare you!” She kicked out at him and he let her shin
drive into his legs like a petite sledgehammer. He took a deep breath, keeping
his scales buried within his skin so she could take out her anger upon him. She
had that right after what he was about to do. She’d thank him later when she
was clean.

“I’m sorry, Sephina. I want to have you in my bed, it is no
lie. But for now, I want to help you, and you and I both know it will be hard.
Tying you is the only way until after your medicine is administered. It will
help with the urges, the pain, and eventually it will cure your addiction.”

Tears were flowing down her cheeks freely now, and it pained
him like a knife in the gut. Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her down
the hall to his bedroom. She kicked and screamed, sobbing the entire time. Axel
realized he’d flipped a switch, bringing to light a very painful memory that
obviously still haunted her. Fury peeled back his skin and he had to command
the scales to remain embedded as his anger rose. He’d kill the man that brought
Sephina such pain.

He laid her on his bed and flinched at the agony in her
eyes. Not only was she clearly experiencing mental anguish, but the effects of the
withdrawal were more obvious. Her skin had paled and sweat covered her in a
thick sheen. Her usually warm flesh was covered in goose bumps and she shook
with chill.

“I’m going to make you better.” He tied the bindings around
her wrists to the bed.

Backing away, he commanded his scales to harden. Slowly, the
thick, blue, protective covering jutted out from his body. She’d need a lot of
blood. He traced three deep slits in his wrist. As he did so, Sephina’s eyes
widened with terror and she flopped up and down on the bed, going nowhere
thanks to his tight bonds.

“I’m sorry, but this will take away your pain.” He placed
the crimson-soaked skin to her lips and as she was forced to drink the liquid,
it seeped across her cheeks, waterfalling down her neck and onto his blankets.
As she fought against the invasion, he pressed his wrist harder against her
mouth until her teeth dug into his flesh.

He wavered on his feet, dizziness consuming his senses. He’d
not needed to give so much blood in some time, and he was already in a weakened
state. She was worth dying for though. The realization struck him. What did
this mean?

Finally, Sephina’s eyes shut and the goose bumps disappeared
from her skin. The warmth of his fiery essence was already warming her body
from the inside out. As she lay in a deep sleep, a pink glow covered her skin
like it had when he’d nearly trampled her outside the whorehouse. Seeing her
look so peaceful and healthy stirred something deep within him. She looked
gorgeous, but it was more than his lust. Much more. He’d be able to save
Sephina from her addiction. Thank the gods, for clearly, she’d already saved
him as well.

Surrounded by warmth and a bed made of feathers, Sephina
inhaled the subtle scent of frankincense. She bolted up, realizing that she was
in her old bedroom, back in Sprecia. The only difference was her old,
bug-ridden mattress was now a cozy sanctuary. The sound of her father’s voice
in the hallway made Sephina swallow a lump of hatred gathering in her throat.
How had she ended up back in her childhood home?

“Hey, sugar lips.” Her father appeared in the doorway,
and Seph pulled her comforter closer. It didn’t stop him from leering at her.
His pants were already unbuckled, but when his hands went to drag them down,
Sephina prepared to fight. She wasn’t a little girl anymore.

A scream tore through the room, but it wasn’t hers, it
belonged to her father. His body jerked forward and blood seeped from the
middle of his chest where a large barb had stricken through his heart from
behind.

Confusion parted Sephina’s lips as she sat in stunned
silence. As her father’s body slumped to the ground, the image of his murderer
was revealed. Bright eyes shone like sapphires from where they stared at her in
the doorway. Axel stood, seeming taller than ever, this time with steely blue
wings curled behind his back. They were both beautiful and deadly, pointed by
barbs, one of which was still covered with her father’s blood. As he strode
toward her, she noticed hard scales covering his body. Those hadn’t been there
before.

Axel didn’t speak. As Sephina read his strong, angular
face, she realized one thing. He was capable of murder, but his intention for
being in her room was not to kill. It was to pleasure.

Sephina scooted away on her mattress until her back hit
the headboard. Hoping her cowardice went unnoticed, she met Axel’s determined
gaze. He smiled down at her, revealing tiny fangs that’d escaped her before.
Seating himself on the bed, he reached out toward her. Seph looked down and saw
her naked body was a bared feast for his eyes. Her heart raced. The space
slowly morphed into the room Sephina slept in at Zahra’s house. Just a dream.

Axel’s hand immediately found her neck. Fear coursed
through her for a moment, but his gentle touch upon her flesh made it clear
there would only be pleasure. His fingers pushed aside her hair so his lips
could find her earlobe. He whispered to her in an ancient language she didn’t
understand, but the foreign words only worked to make her even hotter as his
lips sucked on her earlobe. His teeth nipped at her ear as his hands massaged
their way south from her neck. Her breasts were already aching for his touch,
and as his soft palm traced downward, it seemed to take forever. Sephina
groaned when his lips moved to the tender flesh of her neck and sucked hard.
Finally, his fingers found her nipples and he twisted gently. Her apex throbbed
so hard she could have sworn there was an invisible vibrator between her legs.
Her breasts filled his hands as his lips moved to suckle the tips.

A moan escaped her throat as he pushed her back against
the headboard. Liquid heat stirred beneath her skin. Her hand went to his
shaggy black hair, but just when she reached out for him, he caught her wrist.
His blazing blue eyes smiled at her with sheer sex. Yanking her forward, he
flipped her onto her belly. Her stomach bounced on the mattress and molten heat
seared through her veins at the unexpected roughness. Before her body collapsed
on the bed, his arms were on each side of her and he was driving into her from
behind. The sudden entry provided enough ecstasy and pain to overwhelm her body
and nearly bring her to climax with one single thrust. His wide girth filled
her, finding the deepest crevice. She cried out as the bomb within her
detonated under Axel’s expert command.

Her cry echoed off the walls and the headboard faded
before her; then she was in another room. Axel retreated slowly, letting every
centimeter of her smooth walls beg him to come back soon. His large shaft
withdrew from her completely, prodding at the entrance once more. Her mind spun
as it anticipated the second penetration. He slammed deep inside her and she
cried out in rapture. The slow, hard thrusts were torture. She opened her mouth
to scream, intending to beg him not to stop, but no words came out.

He must have read her mind, for the next time he rocked
into her, he didn’t stop. Instead, he pounded away, each violent assault
causing her breasts to bounce against the mattress. She arched her back so that
her ass ground against his hips and she met every thrust. Ecstasy came
barreling toward her. In response, Axel quickened his pace, sending Sephina
into a dizzying frenzy. Her head collapsed into the soft mattress as her climax
exploded, igniting a stream of fire through her entire body. The heat from her
orgasm surrounded her in flames. The soft blankets around her crackled with the
soundtrack of the inferno reaching toward the ceiling. The fiery blaze surrounding
her didn’t worry Sephina, for she already knew everything was just a dream. A
really hot one.

* * * *

Sephina awoke, and the first thing she noticed was the damp
sheets tangled between her legs. Not only that, but she was on her stomach and
her pleasure center was still throbbing. Mortification coursed through her. She
hadn’t only come in her dream.

“You look much better this morning.” The low, masculine
voice complimented her from the doorway. Sephina flipped over on the bed and
was glad to be fully clothed, a contrast to the wickedly erotic dream she’d
had. “Sleep well?”

He smiled and Sephina was stunned at how gorgeous he looked.
She briefly wondered what it would be like to be the female who made him smile
like that. Oh wait, she’d just done that. She searched his lingering grin. He
was smiling because he knew. Her jaw clenched in response. “So the rumors are
true then.”

“Yes.” He stopped smiling and sat on the bed next to her.
“Don’t be embarrassed.”

Heat flooded her cheeks anyway. It wasn’t because he knew,
it was because he thought she cared. A succubus wasn’t exactly shy. Not that
she minded being treated like a lady for a change. “Why would I be embarrassed?
You made me come for real last night in the alley.” She savored the shocked
reaction on his face. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting her to be so abrupt. “I hate
to tell you this, dragon boy, but I think the dream might have been better.”
Lie. The night before had been just as hot, if not hotter.

He glared at her and she noticed a tick in his jaw. “I’ll
take that as a challenge.”

A subtle heat crept into her cheeks. “So, about that heat
you mentioned yesterday?”

“Should we get a head start?” His voice was a low promise
that she knew he could fulfill.