Lilith's Awakening (5 page)

Grinning, he grasped her hips and waited
until she met his gaze. The incandescent blue pulled her in,
surrounded her, penetrating her. His cock sank slowly into the
depths of her aching pussy. Nudging her womb, he announced his
presence to her entire body.

His being infused her.

She trembled, arching into each powerful
stroke as he moved in and out. The attendants howled, nipping her
breasts. Jetrel thrust harder, deeper. Consuming. She greedily
clutched his cock with her sheath, increasing the tingling
friction, forcing the tension higher.

He wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling
her up off the altar. She locked her ankles behind his back and let
the pleasure come. Deep, pulsing spasms gripped her core, stealing
her breath and shattering the illusion.

She collapsed against Jetrel’s chest,
panting.

Shaken.

“That’s how it should have been,” he
whispered into her hair.

Tingling still from Jetrel’s mental wooing,
Lilith strolled along the grassy riverbank. He told her not to
wander far and then slipped away into the trees. She suspected he
was going to speak with his elusive “source”, but she hadn’t
bothered to ask. She heard a startled gasp and spun around, her
sight penetrating the gathering shadows.

“I’d convinced myself you weren’t real, that
I’d imagined… Who are you?”

Irrational longing tightened her chest and a
deep pulsing erupted between her thighs. How could she still desire
this creature after Jetrel had pleased her so thoroughly? Shame
cascaded on the heels of her lust, making her feel conflicted and
unsure.

Adam stood before her tall and proud, a
literal personification of the Light. He was so different from
everyone she’d ever known—even Jetrel. She simply couldn’t fight
her fascination.

No! She was a demon, as Jetrel was so fond
of pointing out. She had to accept that basic fact before she could
set a course for the rest of her life. Regardless of Adam’s appeal,
he was not meant for her.

And she was not meant for him.

“Who I am is not
important,” she told him. “You should be worried about
what
I am.” It was as
much a reminder to her as a warning for him. This had to be a clean
break, a final parting, or the temptation would simmer and smoke,
spreading discontentment through the rest of her life.

“You tricked me.” His gaze narrowed and he
took a step toward her. “You made me believe you were my mate. I
never would have touched you had I known—”

“It was not pain you were feeling while you
thrust between my thighs.” He was making this easier than she’d
expected. She let her anger erode his appeal. “Don’t pretend you
were the victim. You were much too easily defiled!”

Guilt flashed for a moment in the depths of
his gaze before he turned his face away. He clenched his jaw and
balled his hands into fists. “My mate must never know. You must
leave this place and never show yourself to me again.”

“Oh I must, must I?” She circled him slowly,
keeping herself a step ahead of his retreating gaze. She was so
sick of males telling her what to do, especially when their only
claim to superiority was the fact that they were male. “What will
you do if I don’t? You have no power over me.”

“I do not, but God does!” His amber gaze met
hers boldly. “You are a conniving temptress from the pit of hell!
My mate is perfect. Flesh of my flesh. You cannot compete with
that.”

She laughed, harsh and
hollow. “
Compete
?” She spat the word at him, astonished by his arrogance.
Darkness welled within her, consuming the last of her foolish
infatuation. “With that pale excuse for a female? Why would I
bother? She would have to possess something worth competing for.
Make no mistake,
Adam
. Regardless of what transpired between us in the past—from
this moment on—we are enemies!”

“I want you to defile the female,” Lilith
said passionately.

“No!” Jetrel returned just
as vehemently. “I will not defile a human. We have nothing to gain.
Besides, Adam will have warned her. These creatures are not
that
stupid.”

“He can’t warn her without incriminating
himself. She knows nothing. I want the bitch defiled!”

“Then fuck her yourself.” Jetrel shook his
head. “Your obsession with the humans will get us both killed.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and
glared at him. “What did your spy have to say?”

“Nothing we hadn’t figured
out on our own. The
event
was…uneventful. We return at
midnight.”

He disappeared into the shadows and Lilith
muttered a curse. She kicked a clump of dirt into the river,
watching the clear water turn murky and brown.

Damn him! Damn them both.

“Ssso, you are Jetrel’sss mate.”

“I am
no one’s
mate!” She looked around to
see who had addressed her.

“He sssaid you were sssweet. I can hardly
disssagree.”

There, coiled near the base of a tree was a
large serpent. Jetrel had pointed several out on their tour of the
garden, but she hadn’t realized the creatures could speak. Her gaze
narrowed on the creature’s scaly face, suspicion niggling within
her belly. Was this a simple serpent or someone from Serpent
Clan?

“What do you want?” She studied its
unblinking eyes.

“No, sssweet Lilith, what do you want?”

“You were listening. You know what I
want.”

“Yesss.” The creature uncoiled, creeping
across the ground toward her. Its bright gaze never wavered from
her face. “Bring me what I want, and I will sssee the humansss
punished beyond anything you can posssibly imagine.”

“What do you want?”

“Behind you.”

She glanced over her shoulder and the
creature wrapped around her leg. Stifling a shriek, she fought down
the impulse to unwind the thing and throw it as far from her as
possible. She wouldn’t have been afraid if it were only a serpent,
but she had little doubt now that this was a member of Serpent
Clan.

Dread drove its icy fingers deep into her
chest. Balam was the leader of Serpent Clan and he frequently
ventured into the Light.

“It’s just a fruit tree.”

The serpent hissed out a laugh. “That,
sssilly girl, isss the Tree of Life. Partake before you return and
bring two piecsses of itsss fruit to me.”

His directive confirmed her suspicions. Only
the Prime Leader would be bold enough to issue such a directive.
This had to be Balam. “Two? Why two?”

“No more questionsss. Do asss I sssay!”
Uncoiling from her leg, the serpent paused in the grass at her
feet. The grass rippled and sparks of light erupted beside the
snake, then a mesh bag appeared within the disturbance. “Put the
fruit in that.” Without further conversation, the serpent crawled
toward the surrounding foliage.

“Wait. I need Jetrel to take me back. May he
partake as well? Can I share the fruit with him?”

“The fruit will make you ssstronger than you
can posssibly imagine. You’ll have no need of him. Tell him or
don’t. It’sss up to you.”

Jetrel lay in the grass, staring up at the
star-dotted sky. Life was so much easier without a female. He
slaked his lust on a willing wench whenever he felt the urge and
went about his business.

It was meant for you,
Jetrel.
Lilith’s hushed confession tore
through him, twisting his gut and making his cock pound for the
reality of her wet pussy.
I was offering
myself to you.

As if summoned by his lustful thoughts, she
lowered herself to straddle his hips and smiled into his eyes. If
he hadn’t been wearing his pants, she’d be impaled balls-deep right
now. Didn’t she realize how much he desired her? Couldn’t she feel
his massive hard-on?

“Don’t be angry with me.” She rubbed herself
against him teasingly. “I don’t want to fight with you.”

“What
do
you want?”

“Offer yourself for my pleasure.”

His brows drew together as he considered
this. She was up to something. Lilith was always up to something.
There was no way she could overpower him physically. So what was
her game? “I’m entirely at your disposal. Do with me what you
will.”

“Take off your pants.”

She stood and removed her tunic while he
silently obliged. Folding the borrowed garment, she set it next to
a mesh bag he hadn’t noticed before. “What have you got there?”

“A treat for later, but
only if you please me
very
well.”

“My, we are feisty all of a sudden.” He
stalked toward her, his curious gaze fixed on the pouch at her
feet. “What’s in the bag, Lilith? Where did you get it?”

She pushed him backward. “You’ll never find
out like that. Lie down and fold your hands behind your head. I
want to touch you.”

Hesitating a moment longer, Jetrel reclined
in the grass and raised his arms, locking his hands behind his head
as she instructed. She stood over him, giving him a spectacular
view of her long legs and blue folds. “You can’t touch me from way
up there.”

She smiled and straddled his hips again,
tauntingly pressing his cock flat against his belly before lowering
herself on top of him. Her body seared his, dragging a groan from
his throat.

“I’ve always thought you were the most
tempting demon, Jetrel.” Her breasts swayed gently as she arched
forward, running her nails lightly from his elbows to his armpits.
Tingles erupted. He shifted restlessly.

“Your features please me. Your body excites
me. But I never really understood what made you unique, until
now.”

“My willingness to let you play with me like
a toy?” Confused by her mood, he resorted to teasing. He didn’t
want her to say something they’d both regret.

“In a way.” She traced his features with the
tip of her finger, paying special attention to the shape of his
mouth. “What I sense in you is balance. You’re amazingly
comfortable with who you are. Your instinct to dominate is just as
strong as Sammael’s, yet you willingly surrender, knowing it will
please me.”

He wanted to touch her, to stroke her face
and press her against his heart, but she’d chosen this position.
Control seemed important to her.

And she was important to him.

This was a dangerous game they played.
Demons weren’t meant to love. They were meant to devour, to
manipulate and torment. Perhaps he’d spent too much time in the
Light.

He no longer wanted to fuck her.

He wanted to make love to her.

What the heaven is wrong with me!

She licked her lips and smiled as his gaze
followed the movement of her tongue. Her hands glided along the
column of his neck, squeezing his shoulders, and exploring the
bunched muscles of his arms.

“What am I going to do with you?”

The conflict in her tone hinted at a dilemma
far greater than which part went where. Before he could question
her meaning, though, her mouth sealed over his. She tasted of some
exotic food he’d yet to sample. “What have you been eating?”

She nipped his bottom lip. “Silence! I don’t
want to talk. There are far better uses for your mouth.” He started
to pull his hands out from under his head. She grabbed his elbows.
“Not until I give you leave.”

His eyes narrowed, but he interlaced his
fingers and relaxed. They both wanted the same thing. He really
didn’t care which road they took, as long as they agreed on the
destination. Besides, he could always chain her to his bed and
return the favor.

Her warm mouth covered his briefly, teasing
him with the unknown flavor still upon her tongue. He delved
deeply, hoping to identify the taste, but she moved on, dragging
her lips along his jaw and tracing the pulse pounding in his
neck.

Supporting herself against the ground, she
held her breasts just above his face. “Would you like to lick my
nipples?”

“Only if it pleases you.” He grinned. She
had spectacular breasts and she knew it. He wanted to squeeze them,
to roll her nipples until they were hard and then suck them until
she moaned. This was her game.

She leaned closer, brushing her nipple
against his lips. “You may taste my nipple.”

Taste!
That meant more than lick if you asked him. He opened his
mouth and swirled his tongue around her areola before closing his
teeth on her nipple. He sucked hard, flicking the very tip. Without
waiting for permission, he moved to her other breast. She didn’t
seem to notice his disobedience. Arching her back, she pushed
herself deeper into his mouth.

“Enough, Lilith! Let me touch you!”

“Touch me. Taste me. Take me!”

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged
her mouth back to his, plundering her sweet depths with demanding
intensity. The elusive flavor was driving him mad. He wanted to
know what it was. He wanted more.

Finding her breasts with his hands, he
squeezed her nipples, gradually increasing the pressure until she
gasped. “I want to taste you. Bring that sweet pussy up here.”

“I can’t wait. I need you now.”

“Not a chance!” He grasped the back of her
thighs and urged her forward. Her knees hit his armpits, a
momentary hindrance. Maneuvering one leg and then the other over
his shoulders, he soon had her positioned over his face. “Offer
yourself for my pleasure.” He whispered her words back to her.

Lilith trembled as his hot breath stirred
against her cleft. How had this happened? He was supposed to
surrender himself to her.

“Come on. You said I could taste you. Just
show me where to put my tongue.”