The Demon's Bargain (Demons Unleashed Erotic Novellas) (7 page)

“He reaps the money.”

Vetis leisurely twisted a blonde curl of her hair around his finger, marveling at its fine silk before dropping the lock over one breast. “But he does not always reap money or you would not find yourself here.”

She blinked, as if she’d forgotten why she lay in his bed, wore his gown and sucked his cock. Dammit. She was worth more than one hundred of her gambling husband. Did she not see that?

“Quite true.” Her smile had disappeared.

“My apologies. His cavalier treatment of you...grates.” Vetis ran his palm over her breast. Her nipple stabbed into his hand, as if in supplication and her back arched.

He petted her breast in an attempt to soothe her.

Zepar shifted in the shadows. Right. Back to business.

“And has he offered you as payment before?”

Pictures flashed through her brain at such speed Vetis was nearly dizzy. Most similar to what he’d already seen. The sheen of terror that coated the memories was not faked.

“Yes, my Lord.” Amara hunched her shoulders, curving away from his touch.

Vetis thought back to his trip to the dungeon. Of the gambler’s fear of sodomy, his fear of Zepar.

“What of him?”

“What of him?” The venom in her voice was easy to intuit. She would betray the husband without a backward glance.

“How does your husband treat you?”

“He doesn’t,” she said flatly. But the emotion in her mind wasn’t dismay it was gratitude. “He claims he doesn’t want to catch anything.”

Vetis leaned over to lick the tender skin behind her ear. Her breath caught. “Have you ever been taken with care and gentleness?” He couldn’t help the question. It had no place in this subtle interrogation but only he and Zepar would know.

“No, my Lord.”

“We shall have to remedy that,” he declared. It would be so.

She relaxed back down into the satin sheets. “I...would like that my Lord.”

Vetis parted the slit in the gown that allowed for easy access to the erogenous zones. Cupping her full globe, he pressed small sipping kisses against her flushed skin. In the cool night air, her skin grew chilled. Her nipple was like ice in his hot, hot mouth.

Vetis taunted his old friend by exposing her other breast to the cool air. While Zepar watched, he plucked the nipple until the bud rose in salute. Zepar had a particular fondness for breasts. They both did after being denied the glory of females for thousands of years.

Vetis turned his head to rub the stubble from his chin along her aroused nipples.

“Oh.” She sighed.

Zepar’s breeches rustled.

With his Demon senses, Vetis searched the shadows. His friend’s cock rose proud and erect from a nest of blond curls, the large erection tight in Zepar’s fist.

 Vetis eased the material of the short gown up just slightly to reveal her sex to Zepar’s regard. Aroused woman, ripe fruit, and smoke from the torches scented the air around their illicit threesome.

Gods, yes, she had started to respond without fear, eyes closed and features flushed as she lost herself in his sensual caress. His chest swelled. Triumph and desire surged through him. He would succeed in his goal and usher her into a world of sensual delight.

When he was sure that Zepar would be able to see her glistening curls, Vetis taunted him by fondling her.

“My Lord?”

“Just working on your full night of pleasure.”

“Is this to be it then?”

The disappointment in her voice was too much for him.

“I don’t believe so.” Her night was going to be superb. Not just some rush job while Zepar looked on.

“Good.” She sighed again and shifted her legs restlessly. Her hip bumped against the burning heat of his erection. But tonight was not for him. He didn’t just intend for her to be satisfied. He wanted her to beg. To be mindless with lust. To long for his thick hard cock inside of her velvet sheath.

Tonight he desired to leave her sated but empty.

His mouth savored her breast as he supped on her flesh. He trilled his fingers against her sex. With each little press, more juice from her body coated his hand. Gods, how could anyone have ruined such a responsive pussy.

He nipped at the bud of her nipple and she arched, entreating him to take more. Vetis obliged her and sucked her areola into his mouth, hard. He curled the tip of his tongue around the nipple and feasted on her. His palm massaged the soft skin between belly button and mound before sliding down to cup her curls.

She moaned. The soft sound echoed in the darkened room and covered Zepar’s heightened breathing. Her legs bucked to increase the rocking of her hips. Vetis shoved the heel of his hand against her clitoris as she spread her legs without being asked.

“One last question, peach,” he murmured against her nipple, teasing the bud with the brush of air.

“What’s. That?” Her hips rose in time with his strokes. Vetis chanced a look at Zepar whose hand kept time with the stroke of Vetis’s fingers along Amara’s slit. “My Lord.”

He slipped her clitoris between his fingers and rubbed in sync with Zepar in an intimate rhythm. His own cock full to bursting, cum leaked out the tip and dropped to the sheets unnoticed.

“Why do you suppose your husband chose to gamble with me?”

A glaze of passion fuzzed her mind. It took a moment for the right image to focus. She pictured the Fae that her husband had his assignation with but that was it. He couldn’t see if she had been aware that the Fae wanted the gambler to lose to Vetis.

Her eyebrows scrunched in thought. “I don’t know.”

But Vetis had no desire for her to think any longer upon his questions.

He distracted her with his hand. Her body rocked to the rhythm he set. She thrust her hips upward as her channel begged to be fucked. Only his poor innocent had no idea what she longed for. Her yearning encouraged him. She would have her night of pleasure. He would demand it of her.

“Very good.” Vetis praised her and clamped her clitoris. Amara threw her head back as she orgasmed around his hand and her body wept for want of a cock to invade her. Conquer her.

Vetis glanced to the end of the bed as the jet of Zepar’s sperm shot into a bucket. Zepar’s gaze burned and his hand still pumped while the force of his silenced orgasm strained the muscles of his throat.

Vetis gave one last glance to the slackening cock of his friend while his own trembled with unspent seed. Zepar was better served than Vetis at this point.

His friend slipped from the room as silently as he had come. Presumably to share their new knowledge with Prince Gaap.

Amara was safe with him. For now.

With that thought, he rolled Amara onto her side, pulling her into a protective embrace. Her heartbeat thudded against her breastbone and vibrated along his arms. As she descended from the sexual high, her breath shuddered.

The cleft of her ass cradled his pulsing erection.

“What about you?” she responded drowsily.

“Sleep, peach.”

She was exhausted. If he were a forgiving sort, he’d agree that the bargain was fulfilled. But he would demand her complete surrender. Tomorrow. They would satisfy the terms of the bargain tomorrow.

Chapter Eleven

“You need to let her go,” Zepar said calmly. “And the husband with her.”

“Not until the bargain is fulfilled.” Vetis popped a grape into his mouth and chewed enjoying the burst of flavor on his tongue.

“The bargain is a trap. That makes the deal null and void.”

“I will not cheat her.” Vetis tamped down on his fury. “The bargain will be fulfilled tonight.”

Zepar lounged in a chair in front of the fireplace in his chamber. The crack of a log splitting echoed the tension in the massive room. “The longer he lingers in the dungeon, the more danger he puts us all in.”

“But the Fae have no idea that we know about their bargain with him,” Vetis said.

“And we have no idea why they sent him here.”

“We will follow Amara and Edward when they leave,” Vetis replied softly. Gods, he hated letting her leave with her husband. But the Demons needed to find out what the Fae had intended by sending Edward to the Demon castle.

He hated allowing the worm to go free. Bile soured the grapes in his stomach.

Evisceration would be kind. Vetis craved the violence of carving the gambler into pieces. Even better, he wanted Amara to have the option of killing the sod. He may yet let it happen.

“What do you suppose The Fae are up to?”

“They struck a deal with the gambler to lose to me specifically,” Vetis said shortly. “You saw what I saw.”

“I saw more than that.” Zepar grinned, his face creased with amusement. “Maybe we should change our names. For it seems as if our very natures have switched.”

Vetis gave a shout of laughter. “I am no match for your seductive powers.”

“You did a fine job without my help.”

“My student is most willing.” Vetis frowned. What would happen to her when she left the protection of the Demon castle? When she left his protection? And what if the Fae enacted revenge on her for her husband’s failure?

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like the idea of her out there.” He waved casually toward the window. “Without some sort of protection.”

Or at the depraved mercy of her ever-losing husband.

“We’ll protect her until we find out why the Fae used the gambler to target you.” Zepar planted his booted feet on the stone floor. “Then it will be over.”

Vetis understood Zepar’s admonishment. He didn’t have the time to worry about one innocent waif when their bargain was finished. He needed to focus on the coming battle with the Fae. He needed to spend his time gathering energy to wield Demon magick, not mooning after some barmaid.

But as if he sensed Vetis’s conflict, Zepar turned toward him. “However, if she turns out to be involved, we will kill her.”

Denial was immediate and visceral. A flash of pure rage rippled through his muscles. No one would touch her. But wisely, Vetis muted his reaction, unwilling to let Zepar know how strongly he felt about Amara.

As casually as he could manage, Vetis said, “Perhaps we should pay another visit to the groom and warn him of the danger of harming Amara.” The potential for violence, an outlet for the mass of emotion that swirled through him, perked him up.

“You have feelings for her.” Zepar stated as he propped his elbows on his knees and stared into the flickering fire.

“I will admit that this corruption started as a lark,” Vetis cautiously replied. He crunched a bite of carrot in his mouth. With a wince, her remembered the relish she had taken in biting the tip off. “Getting a human to do something good against their nature should be the purest form of corruption.”

But now that he knew Amara, he knew she deserved more. And he was determined to be the one to give it to her. He knew the reward would be much sweeter when she was finally ready for their loveplay. But the constant arousal was killing him.

“You can’t let her distract you from our larger problems.”

“Do you think that’s why they sent her here? As a distraction?”

“There’s no way anyone who has heard of you would believe that you would chose such a challenge over one more prone to violence.” Vetis had garnered a reputation among the Humans. Purely from their own damn faults.

A truly corrupt soul cannot hold out long against the temptation to reveal its blackened core.

In the battle against the Fae, the Demons needed all the energy they could trap. Rage, fear, and greed engendered far more energy than sex. It would be a waste of his time.

The Fae would know that. So what had they wanted?

“Maybe they thought I would have him...what? Kill her? And that would clear his debt. But what purpose does that accomplish?” Murder also breeds an energy but the act uses energy as well.

“Perhaps it is time to pay the man a visit.” Zepar’s arms rippled as he pushed to his feet. He frowned. “And what is the sweet Amara doing?”

“I asked the Graces pay her a visit.”

“Instruction?”

“Of a sort,” Vetis said thoughtfully. “I vowed to give her the gift of sexual satisfaction. She should be able to find pleasure.”

“An excellent solution.”

Vetis grimaced. His gut churned as he thought of her with the three women. He’d sent them to her, but he had to resist the urge to storm into his chamber and wrench her away from their tutelage.

***

Amara paced around the Demon’s chamber. She was unused to inactivity. With the exception of her bed play with the Demon, she had done nothing for two days.

A small flush spread through her as she remembered last night.

Zepar, the big Demon from the first night, had spied on them acting the voyeur. She had known he was there. Had known he watched and still she’d bubbled into a rich sexual puddle when Vetis had stroked her womanhood to orgasm.

A flush of arousal swept through her and flooded her feminine parts. Making her wonder...Last night had been quite enjoyable. But apparently Vetis had not deemed it pleasurable enough. How could there be more?

Yet, her womb ached, seemingly unfulfilled.

She longed for something, but she had no idea what else there could be.

The sex act itself was a painful, rough invasion. It would hurt when he tried to enter her with his cock. Vetis was huge.

And still her lower body throbbed as she pictured his thick erect cock, purple veins, and luminescent cum beaded on the bulbous head. And there it was again, that mystifying gush of liquid from her pussy.

Three soft knocks on the massive door interrupted her thoughts.

“Ah...Come in?”

The door swung open to reveal three beautiful young women, one blond, one dark, the other red-haired. Ivy and periwinkle twined like crowns through their long hair. They wore white panels of fine fabric that covered their breasts and flowed down to mid-thigh, gathered at the waist with a belt fashioned from rope. Each carried a large pot of steaming water.

“Hello,” they said in unison.

Lavender and rose scent wafted from the pitchers as they fluttered to a bathtub concealed behind a sheer curtain.