The Demon's Bargain (Demons Unleashed Erotic Novellas) (8 page)

“Hello,” she replied tentatively. Amara had been sequestered in this room with no contact with anyone except Vetis, Zepar, and the butler. She had little knowledge of what existed outside of his large stone chamber. So she fell back on her regular service role. “Can I help you?”

They tittered as they poured the scented water into the bath. As they leaned over the tub, Amara couldn’t help but notice that they wore no undergarments.

“Who are you?”

“We are the Graces,” the blonde one replied softly.

“Like the ancient Greek goddesses?” Amara frowned.

The laughed together, the musical notes like a waterfall of sound. “No silly. That is just the title the Demons gifted us with.” The brunette smiled easily at Amara.

The blonde spoke again. “Vetis sent us to you.”

“Oh, Vetis,” the red-haired one sighed. “Is he truly as large as he looks?”

“Hush, Laia,” the brunette admonished.

“Um, have you never seen him?” Amara frowned. If he sent them, surely they must know him.

“His cock,” Laia trailed her fingers along her collarbone, her expression dreamy. “Is his cock as large as the rest of him?”

Amara swallowed thickly, remembering Vetis’s large erection as the chocolate ran down the sides of his rod. She licked her lips.

“Oh my.” The blonde one’s eyelids drooped as a huff of breath escaped. “Truly?”

“Forget it,” the brunette said grouchily. “It’s not like we’ll ever get to see the thing. My name is Thalia.”

“How do you do?” Amara responded formally, even though the situation was quite bizarre. What could they want with her?

“I’m Cleta,” the blond one smiled shyly, “and that’s Laia.”

Both Cleta and Laia appeared loose and flushed from the steaming water. But next to the tub, Thalia stood stiffly, her face set in a frown.

“If we could just touch him.” Cleta cupped her own breast and rubbed her thumb over her protruding nipple. Her ardent gaze focused on Amara.

The thought of Cleta touching her Vetis sent a shiver of annoyance down Amara’s spine and her fingernails bit into her work-roughened palms.

That was silly. He wasn’t hers. He was a Demon. Bound to no one. But then curiosity got the better of Amara. “Why will you never see him?”

For as much as her time here was enjoyable, she knew soon it would come to an end and Vetis would be entertaining someone else in his bed. Her mouth pulled down and she refused to acknowledge the weight that constricted her chest.

“Oh, we are not allowed congress with the Demon nobility.” Laia twirled her finger around the ivy twined in her red hair. “It’s against the rules.”

“Stupid rules.” Cleta pinched her own nipple.

Amara couldn’t look away from Cleta’s hands as she aroused herself. Amara’s pulse spiked as Cleta’s face tautened and her breathing increased.

“Cleta, we haven’t started yet,” Thalia reprimanded.

Started what? “Why are you here then?”

“Settle into the bath and we’ll begin your lesson.” Laia laced her fingers with Amara’s and tugged her toward the steaming water.

“What lesson?”

Thalia and Cleta unhooked the ties at Amara’s shoulder. “Vetis requests you to learn to pleasure yourself.”

***

Vetis and Zepar took up the same positions outside the gambler’s cell. Except this time the man lay on the simple cot, his body sprawled in slumber, while his cock tented his drawstring pants.

He dreamed of men abusing his wife while he looked on, cock in hand. But the gambler’s dream revealed what his conscious mind had not. He hungered for male flesh and his arousal stemmed from watching the other men’s aroused penises.

Vetis growled low in his throat. “He has no remorse for the way he treated her.”

Rage thundered through his body, blood pumped through him, the vein at his temple threatened to pop. Each heartbeat delivered a violent need to kill this miserable excuse for a Human.

“How are
we
the Demons?”

Zepar stepped closer to Vetis, lay his hand heavily upon his shoulder, and offered his sympathy. “We are not.”

“We must prod him to dream of what we need to see, not this...abomination.” He swallowed deep in his throat at the fury of watching sweet Amara be abused.

They had both seen worse. He’d corrupted people over less. And Zepar’s seductions were not always of the wholesome sort. But this was Amara.

Zepar said, “We will have our revenge.”

They nudged the gambler’s dream, pushing him toward another type of satisfaction. The dream shifted to the man standing in a pile of gold coins, laughing while the Fae probed his mind. Unfortunately, the dream solidified nothing except that the gambler truly did conspire with the Fae.

“You know what must be done,” Zepar said softly.

Vetis had to let her go. They needed them out of the castle.

“In the morning.” He would have tonight. She would have tonight.

“Now would be better.”

“The bargain must be met. If we deviate from the terms, Edward and the Fae could become suspicious,” Vetis gritted out. Silently he promised. She will have her pleasure.

Although right now he wasn’t sure who needed the pleasure more.

And he couldn’t fathom why he was so insistent on fulfilling her. But the more time he spent with Amara the more he understood she had no joy in her life.

He refused to think about how his bargain had turned into more. For him, for her, tonight was about ultimate pleasure.

“You’re right. We must fulfill the terms of the bargain.” Zepar shifted his cock in his breeches and leered at Vetis. “Do you want my assistance?”

No! The thought roared through Vetis but he forced himself to smile easily. “No. The moon will be full tonight. You must gather as much energy for whatever attack the Fae have planned.”

Chapter Twelve

Amara reclined on the chaise in Vetis’s chamber, the room illuminated only by the bright light of a full moon. The velvet curtains were tied back to let in the silvery light. Amara savored the cool, silent midnight.

The room was redolent with the scents of lavender, rose, and feminine arousal.

The Graces had been most helpful as they explained ways to self-pleasure and demonstrated on themselves, instructing her to follow their motions. She had dutifully learned their techniques, except she had imagined Vetis administering the languid caresses, until she brought herself to climax.

The experience had been...fine. Lovely.

But she longed for him. Not for her own administered affection. She ached for his hands to stroke and plunder and sate her desires. To fill that hollow place that resided within her. All these years she’d been unaware of how empty she truly was until Vetis had shown her.

And Gods, how wonderful. She had desires!

She had never believed she could be normal. She had considered herself doomed. Who would have ever thought that a Demon could awaken her body? And now that she was ready for him, ready to complete the bargain....

He was nowhere to be found.

The door blew open with a gust of wind.

The slow thud of her heartbeat reverberated through her body. Her nipples pebbled, her womb clenched, everything within her tightened as she waited to discover if Vetis had come to attend her.

He stood in the doorway, a dark silhouette in the flickering lights from the shadowed hallway. Clad in leather Engineer boots, snug leather breeches, and a fine silk shirt, he lounged with lazy grace against the doorframe.

“My Lord.” The title rasped over vocal chords gone suddenly dry. Was tonight the night? She was ready for him. Ready to submit.

He strode into the room like a dark warrior intent on conquest. The silvery moonlight shadowed his face in lines of menace and his hooded eyes burned with intensity.

She lay against the stiff back of the chaise, unsure what to do next. “Are you...unwell?”

The Graces had given her a gown of pale pink, similar to their own, but with panels so fine it was painfully obvious when her nipples tightened beneath the filmy sheer fabric. He stopped as if drunk on the sight of her, bathed and pampered and lotioned, ready for his pleasure. The bulge in his breeches belied the shadows she thought she’d seen.

“We will both be very well. Quite soon, I might add.”

Her heart triple-timed at the promise inherent in his words. “I am...very glad to hear so, my Lord.”

He eased down next to her and caged her between his muscled arms. The heat from his body crowded her, pulsating like a living breathing entity, as he traced one finger slowly across the sensitive skin of her collarbone.

Goosebumps shimmied along her skin. Her nipples tightened in response to the simple caress. He nuzzled her with his jaw before licking up the side of her neck with his hot, agile tongue. Then Vetis traced the shape of her ear with his nose and inhaled slowly. “Mmm, there is nothing sweeter than the scent of a well-pleasured woman.”

His tongue curled around the edge of her jaw as he traced his hand from the curve of her shoulder down to her fingers. Like a proper English gentleman, he lifted her hand to his mouth in a courtly gesture. But then he dragged her fingers along his nose and drew them into his mouth.

The rasp of his tongue against her flesh sent a spear of electricity thrumming through her. Arousal arrowed through her body and straight to her womb.

She gasped, dizzy from the heat and the power. “Except perhaps the scent of man and woman well-pleasured together.”

A wicked smile tilted his lips as he surveyed her body and then narrowed in on her nipples. Puckered and waiting for his kiss, the pert tips strained against the sheer material.

But he ignored her breasts and trailed his hand leisurely down her stomach to her female core. The panels had been draped modestly over her, but somehow they must have fallen open, for her curls were exposed to his heavy-lidded perusal.

“You’ve learned well, my sweet.” Exploring the same path his gaze had taken, he feathered his fingers along her bare skin then gently flicked one nipple. Her body jerked at the unexpected contact.

He cupped her breast, rubbing the aroused nub with his knowing fingers. As if the secrets of carnal knowledge lay waiting in the depths of his midnight blue gaze, she couldn’t look away.

To unlock those secrets, she would do anything he asked of her this night. Because in the depths of his Demon soul she had found her own rebirth. As if he’d read her thoughts, Vetis cupped her head to urge her mouth toward his.

When they were but a hair’s breadth apart, Vetis stopped. Still compelling her with his gaze, he slid his hand, firm and sure, between the filmy material. The hot brand of his fingers seared her breast as he caressed the bud with the utmost care.

Amara shivered. Excitement simmered in the beat of her heart and the clench of her womb. So different from the first time he had touched her thus.

He murmured against her lips, the contact light, gentle and oh-so erotic, “We will both be well-sated this night.” Then he sealed his mouth over hers, his tongue demanding entry into the cavern of her mouth.

When his long tongue probed, she didn’t hesitate. Forming a moue, she sucked on the tip, telling him with her mouth what she wanted to do to him.

The action seemed to inflame him. Vetis pressed her into the curve of the velvet chaise. The hard, hot planes of his muscled chest rubbed against the aching tips of her breasts.

The contact was too light. Too light. Amara moaned and hungered for more.

And then he took over and invaded her mouth with long slow thrusts. As she imagined his cock inside of her, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder. With every draw of her throat, an answering pull shuddered deep in her womb. Her body quivered for his touch. Only his.

Amara pulled away from the wet heat of his mouth. “Please.” She begged. She wanted sex. She wanted to be taken, used, fucked. She wanted whatever he would give her.

***

Vetis heard the absolute submission in her words.

Gone was the woman of no feeling. Of no emotions. Fire flared in her cool blue eyes. Fire for him. As he probed her thoughts, no fear hovered. Just the pure, beautiful glow of desire.

He glanced at the chaise. Suitable for their second or third or fourth sex act of the night. But not this first one.

Gods, he would finally penetrate her.

He thought of all the wicked ways he could take her, but finally settled on the perfect start.

“Come.” He eased his breeches open to relieve the pressure from his stiff cock.

“I certainly hope so, my Lord.”

He barked a laugh and easily lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, noting the sensual way the sheer panels rubbed against her body and became trapped within the wet folds of her sex.

Vetis gently laid her down on the silk sheets and stood for a moment to admire her voluptuous curves. Flush with desire, panels askew, breasts round, nipples exposed. Her curls glistened, begging for his mouth. Her lips were red and swollen from his kiss. And he saw absolute acceptance in her gaze as she beckoned him to join her.

Gods, she was beautiful.

Vetis divested himself of his boots. He stood at the edge of the bed and he reached for the bottom of his shirt to peel over his head. Amara rolled onto her side and delicately licked the vein in his engorged rod. Blood zinged to his already rock hard erection, bulleting through his bloodstream. His head grew light with the rush of sex.

“Thank you, sweet.” He popped the head of his cock from her mouth and stifled a moan of disappointment. Her pleasure was more important right now. “Perhaps later we can have a go at that.”

Vetis rolled her onto her back and proceeded to lave every inch of her body with his tongue, tasting her flavors. The hint of lavender along the valley of her breasts, the sweet salty of the underside of her breast, and the heated moisture from her sex.

Her hands gripped his head with urgency, her hips rolled into the carnal attentions of his mouth as he kissed and nipped and played with her clitoris.

“Please.”

The urge to penetrate her with his tongue was strong. To find that button and give her some relief but greater rewards awaited them both.