To Summon a Demon (2 page)

“So what do you suppose she really wants?” Leraye crossed his arms over his massive chest, and Gaap followed his second in command’s gaze to the woman lying wantonly on the sand. Tears leaked from her closed eyes.

Tears? A curious anomaly.

“I believe it might be time to discover the woman’s true purpose.” Gaap thought about covering up his erection and then decided against it. She wanted a sex Demon? She was about to get one.

An aroused one, he thought, as he contemplated the thatch of curls that surrounded her glistening slit. His cock hardened again.

Leraye said softly, “I’d advise against it.”

Gaap wasn’t about to put his Demons in danger.

“Noted and ignored. Watch the beach for any approaching enemies.” Gaap frowned down at the woman who had now curled into a ball, huddled against the chill midnight air. The contradiction intrigued him. Her sorrow drew him toward her far more effectively than her sexual temptation of a few moments ago. For as much as he loved sex and reveled in the release, he understood sorrow more completely.

He’d had to eradicate the emotion. As a ruler, he could have no use for softer feelings. He must be ruthless to protect his kindred from the enemies who would banish the Demons back to their prison.

Gaap eased down onto the sand, then strode toward the woman without artifice or stealth, his shirt billowing as he approached her.

Finally he stood beside her. His cock bobbed in the increasing wind as she continued to huddle seemingly unaware of his presence. After several minutes of watching the delicate bumps of her spine shiver and shake from her muffled cries, he finally decided to address her.

“You summoned?”

With near frantic speed, she whipped around and scuttled up against the side of the jagged rocks.

Her muffled shriek was the only sound she made before she grabbed handfuls of sand and clutched the silica in her tight fists.

Her eyes, a stunning amethyst color, were wild. The rough cotton of her shift gaped open to reveal the sweet perfection of her nipples. “Who are you?” Her voice was a sexy rasp and scraped over his senses like their chains over the basalt core.

She’d conjured him. He just might have to taste those hard sweet berries. To sample the goods she offered before he pretended to make a decision about whether or not to help her.

Because the manual about conjuring a sex Demon was, in fact, false.

Not that a human couldn’t get a Demon’s aid for a price. But the idea that they could be controlled by sex was laughable.

Gaap curled his arms over his waist and bowed low. His gaze never left the wary regard in her deep amethyst eyes. The unusual color startled him for her eyes were the exact shade of the crystals embedded in their volcanic rock prison. “You chose to take your pleasure, instead of waiting for me,” he mocked. “And now you don’t know who I am?”

The sand trickled through her fingertips as her mouth fell open. “Gaap?”

“At your service.” He gestured to her body and let his attention linger on her nipples. “Though it would seem you no longer require it.”

He moved his hungry gaze to the juncture of her thighs. Her pink nether lips peeked through glistening black curls and taunted him. The sexual bounty enticed his mouth and his cock.

Gods, he loved sex.

Loved everything about the act. After being denied for centuries, now he reveled in the pleasure and the secrets of a woman’s body.

For thousands of years the only sex he’d had was...unsatisfactory.

Now here was a banquet laid out for his feasting. A banquet who had summoned him. A banquet which might also be a trap.

“What are you doing here?” Lili blinked several times as if unable to trust her eyes, and stared up at Gaap. His breeches were undone and a thick, erect cock sprang from a bed of burnished copper curls. His shirt blew in the brisk midnight breeze, unbuttoned to reveal a massive chest, muscle upon muscle, ripped and contoured, roped over an impressive bone structure.

She should be afraid.

He exuded menace overlaid with sensuality. Sexual attraction oozed from every muscle, sinew, and bone. As he stared down at her, she could see the predatory heat in his gaze.

Gaap knelt down beside her. His earthy aroma mixed with the salty ocean air.

“There is something about the scent of aroused woman.” As if trying to draw the smell deep into his lungs, he inhaled heartily.

His knees sunk into the sand as he ran his palm over the smooth satin skin of her thigh. The rough callus of his fingertips sent a shiver along her spine. The touch was erotic, not invasive.

“The musk of your womb is a most powerful stimulant.”

He leaned down and his head dipped as if he would press his nose right against her sex. Lili held still, her body tight. But as her mound throbbed, she realized fear was not the emotion uppermost in her mind.

“Your body is begging for the thick broad length of my cock.”

She licked her lips as her gaze was drawn to his straining erection. Her mouth watered as liquid seeped from the tiny slit in the bulbous head. He was huge. Gods, to have him inside her, would be amazing. Her eyelids drooped. She imagined watching the long, hard, thick steel of his cock slide in and out of her body, touching her secret place inside, drawing her tight like a bowstring and playing her until she burst into a thousand points of bright incandescent light.

Lili realized she was panting as she sank into the hypnotic depths of his whiskey-colored gaze.

Had he come closer? Did she care?

“Your nipples are begging for my attention.”

Lili’s breasts were overly large and her nipples were ultra-sensitive. She’d forgotten. Too long without sexual attention and she’d forgotten how much she loved to have her lover suck on the breasts until her body clenched in response.

His gaze narrowed in on the hard points, clearly visible through the sheer cotton shift she wore.

And Gods, as her core softened, her breasts flushed and hardened.

Her blood thumped in the button of her clitoris and liquid arousal drenched her body. Lili’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at his huge erection. A deep blue vein pulsed as he grew larger.

His voice grew softer. “Let me fuck your mouth. I want the head buried deep as your lips squeeze the base.”

With his words and the obvious arousal stamped on his face, her own blood rose, unbelievably turned on by the images he painted. Almost as if she could see what he wanted to do to her in his mind.

She swallowed. The muscles in her dry throat clenched as she imagined blowing him while the flames flickered and the fire died.

If he asked her right now, she would lie down on the rough blanket and let him do whatever he wanted. Just for the chance to have that gorgeous cock sheathed inside her.

She'd come here seeking to barter sex for a favor. But she'd disobeyed the rules of the summoning. Right now, she didn't care. She just wanted sex.

Her knees fell open. His gaze trailed down her aroused body, lingering in all the places she wanted him to seek out and explore. Her body practically begged him to enter her.

He leaned back on his heels, away from her, even as his cock strained toward her. “To answer your original question.”

Question?

“You called me.”

Gods, he’d seduced her with words, never even touching her. She would welcome him, a

Demon, into her body right now if he reached out those clever fingers and touched her.

Lili licked her lips and forced her gaze away from his erection.

Right. She had called him.

And she realized that while he was aroused, he was definitely not distracted. He focused on her with laser intensity. The muscles in his body were ready for any attack. He was on guard.

Because of her?

“I mean you no harm,” she said softly. What threat could she, a mere human, possibly pose to this hard, fierce Demon?

“You still haven’t told me what it is that you...desire.” He hesitated over the word desire.

And with abrupt shock, his words prodded her memory and reinstated her true purpose for attempting to entice a Demon. “Revenge.”

“Really?” Gaap searched the shadows of the empty beach for an enemy. She had summoned him for vengeance.

Demons thrived and gained magick from human emotions. He would welcome the rage needed for vengeance and feed off the emotion. But he could not sense the necessary fury within her.

As her lust cleared, he found himself disappointed. Lust was a lot more fun than vengeance. But she just continued to stare blankly at him.

“What are you staring at?”

She mutely sat there, her body exposed, almost as if she’d forgotten she was half-naked and bare to his gaze. “I didn’t think it would work.”

Clearly, the summoning was successful since he was here. She didn’t seem afraid of him, which was not ideal. But curiosity won out over the temptation to scare her. “Why on the beach?”

“You are the Demon of the Water Elementals.”

He was Demon of a lot of things.

Interesting. He had definitely felt the tug of her presence even before he became aware that someone tried to call him. They needed to find out where she’d gotten her information.

She wrapped her arms around her torso and covered her breasts. As if the cold night air just registered, she shivered.

“And how can a Demon of the Water Elementals help with vengeance?”

“I want my revenge on the Fae,” she said fiercely.

Here was more passion. But still her emotions were subdued. Gaap wondered if Zepar and Leraye, hidden next to the large breast-shaped rocks, could feel more of her emotions.

“Why the Fae?” Gaap inhaled discreetly. And just there he could sense the underlying scent of the Fae. The only reason he hadn’t picked up on it before was the cover of the wood smoke and the cleansing air of the sea.

His body stiffened and he regretted that he’d left his breeches undone. His intent had been to intimidate her. But if the Fae were lurking nearby, he’d left a very precious part of his anatomy open to attack.

He lifted his chin and hoped Zepar caught the signal. Leraye would already be canvassing the area beyond the beach, using his ultra-developed senses to search for any enemies.

She swallowed and looked away. But not because she was lying. Because she was ashamed. The truth was in the hunch of her shoulders and the downturn of her mouth.

“They attacked me.” The brisk breeze off the ocean carried her words away on the wind.

The Fae were tricky bastards. They tended to seduce humans out of their clothes and enslave them with lust but they rarely just attacked.

“Did they rape you?”

She frowned. “No, they just groped. Or maybe,” she looked out to sea. “I don’t know exactly.

It’s a little fuzzy.”

Gaap sifted through her memories but couldn’t get a clear picture. Hands pinched, fumbled, and violated her, but no faces were clear. A vague impression of disgust and discomfort, and yet, no fear. Convenient for her
.

Trap.

“And you expect me to believe this is how you exact revenge?” What would her argument be?

A woman attacked would not use sex to summon a Demon. As much he liked the look of her splayed across the sand, it seemed unlikely that she would expose herself like this.

She snatched up the blanket to cover herself and pressed back against the rocks. “This was a mistake.” But she was not subdued or submissive. She sparked with anger.

“You are angry?” He thought he had the right to be angry. She’d fucked herself drawing his carnal attention without delivering on any kind of payment.

She yanked on her clothing.

“Yeah. I’m angry. I thought that a Demon might help me.” She sneered at him. “Clearly I was wrong.”

He couldn’t believe her audacity. His cock had gone soft at the thought of the Fae lurking around. But as she raked him up and down with her gaze, the damn thing started getting hard again.

His cock grew in length at her attitude. How could her contrariness turn him on?

The blanket fell to her waist as she tugged on her skirt. Her breasts bounced underneath the light cotton. Her irritated movements compelled him to provoke her further. And yet, he had to proceed with caution.

Her attempt to summon him deserved consideration. The Fae had recently tried to infiltrate the Demon castle by sending a spy into their midst. Fortunately, Zepar and Vetis, the Demon of Corruption, had seen through the ruse and eliminated the threat. The Fae had used a woman then too.

Amara was now a permanent inhabitant of the castle and consort to Vetis. The Fae’s first plan had failed.

Gaap had to wonder if this woman was their next foray.

It would make sense. The Fae knew that Demons had insatiable appetites for sex and the logical way to exploit that predilection was to tempt them with women.

However if she was supposed to be temptation, they had picked the wrong woman.

No one wanted a shrew.

Except, apparently, him.

“Maybe I just summoned the wrong Demon.”

The thought of her summoning another triggered a violent fury. He would protect his Demons with his last breath. “Don’t even think about it.”

“What’s it to you?”

She had tugged a tunic over her cotton undergarment but the rougher wool still gaped to show the feminine swell of her breast.

The time had come to make his point. He withdrew his hunting knife and pressed the tip close to her soft flesh. The thick blade with its serrated edge was obscene against her fragile curves. “You presume to call a Demon and then piss me off. You will pay the consequences.”

The razor sharp metal shone in the fading light of her campfire. She stared at the wicked blade, seemingly mesmerized by the deadly iron and the thick solid shaft in his hand.

“So this is to be my destiny?” She confounded him by leaning into the blade until the point pierced her fair skin.

The red blood beading on the tip was offensive.

Gaap pulled the knife away from her breast abruptly. “Don’t tempt me.” However, those words were a lie.