Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark 18)

I can make this king quake with my tiniest touch! His response made her giddy. She wanted to test out her newfound power, to explore him all over and gauge his reactions.

He rasped, "You're figuring it out, aren't you?"

"What?"

In Demonish, he said, "That I'll command you, but you'll rule me."

She just kept herself from nodding. After he'd captured her earlier, she'd predicted a bleak future. Now hope glimmered. They would actually have mind-blowing pleasure between them--and she wouldn't be powerless.

Feeling bolder, she trailed a fingertip down his torso. Breaths ragged, he gripped the sides of the tub.

His lean sinews strained to her touch. Every inch lower increased his obvious agony.

Her hand descended beneath the water's surface. She gazed up into his eyes as she circled his navel. He gnashed his teeth till his jaw muscles ticked.

She grazed the length of his shaft, and a yell burst from his chest. One tiny touch . . .

"You won't accidentally hurt me?"

Sharp shake of his head.

She reached lower and cupped his heavy testicles.

His grip began to bend the copper. "Lila . . ." Black flooded even the whites of his eyes.

The texture and weight of his balls fascinated her. The demon must love having them stroked; he spread his knees wide and bucked. If he responded like this to her hands, what if she used her mouth? Her tongue?

Her fingertips alighted on his shaft. She gave a tentative graze along the slit of his cockhead.

"Uhn!" His body shook so hard, the tub vibrated.

Playing with fire, girl. But she was more titillated than nervous. She circled her thumb over the slit. "It's slick." Even in the water.

He'd tightened his grip on the tub until the contact radiated glowing white heat through the metal. "I make it . . . for you alone." The castle quaked, volcanoes threatening.

She should be afraid, but she was dizzy with discovery. I'm already addicted to this. . . .

Sian's mate was a born temptress. Her eyes were glittering. A flush of new arousal spread over her chest and breasts.

He'd never imagined she could be this sexually engaged with him--not so soon. He'd never expected her. A lusty fey firebrand named Lila.

How much more could he take before he sucked her taut nipples raw? Before he devoured her tender pussy and rubbed his horns all over her to mark her with his scent? "No more play." He gazed longingly at her pale neck, his fangs throbbing as badly as his cock. "Make me come."

Eyes watchful on his face--she had yet to even glance down--she stroked both of his nipples.

"Yes!" His groan grew constant. His heavy balls drew up, readying.

She dipped one hand. Simultaneously, she thumbed a nipple and his cockhead. His eyes rolled back in his head.

Over--

His back bowed, and he roared his release. "Fuck, fuck, GODS!" His wings snapped open, cleanly slicing the sides of the tub; water sloshed out into the bathroom. His grip mangled the metal.

She rubbed the crown over and over, hurtling him to even greater heights, his roar deepening. Cracks appeared in the walls. Volcanoes heaved and spewed as his cock pulsated for her again and again. . . .

Once the explosions ebbed, he grabbed Calliope and collapsed back on the bench.

Legs sprawled.

Mate in his lap.

Shaft still pulsing.

Her name on his tongue. "Lila . . ."

THIRTY-TWO

The demon's arms coiled around her. He didn't appear worried that the ruined tub was leaking water all over the floor.

As if he could barely lift his hand, he laid his palm on her head.

She couldn't wrap her mind around what had just happened. She'd made Abyssian Infernas go into a frenzy, and he'd made her climb the walls.

The demon was some kind of sexual Jedi. No wonder females had fought for him.

No wonder, no wonder, no wonder. Tonight, she would've begged for him to fuck her. And he had to have known that--which meant he could've claimed her, but he'd held off.

He raised his head, giving her a crooked grin. "So far I like married life very well."

She almost grinned back. Her idea of him was getting rewritten.

He was a Morior. He thought peace was overrated. He enjoyed war.

But maybe he was much more than a killer. His wickedness--and these hints of vulnerability--were drawing her in, seducing her.

Not to mention her newfound sense of control. Holding sway over one of the most powerful beings in the universe meant she was powerful.

After his release, his lids were heavy, his face relaxed. His eyes were green once more, and he actually looked sleepy.

Seeing him like this tugged at her emotions. Though their marriage was loveless, a "mutually beneficial arrangement," the notion of him as her husband was messing with her mind. "A primordial can get tired?" Maybe at heart he's just a Lorean like me. Not some godlike Morior. Not some bogeyman.

"My young mate has worn me out over this day. And before you escaped, I'd spent all my magic making a new dimension for the Vrekeners."

"You made a dimension?" Nope, definitely godlike.

"The Sorceri wanted land for their bounty." He kissed her neck. "I'd resented being forced into that situation, so I sent their new realm spinning into the ether."

Holy shit. "The trickster strikes again."

"Ah, but right now, I consider the magic I paid well spent."

She stiffened. Why'd he have to bring up the fact that he'd basically bought her--twice?

First, he'd paid with land. Second, he'd paid with peace.

She wriggled from his arms, and with a sigh, he let her go. In Demonish, he muttered, "Forever hot and cold."

Lila needed to remember an important distinction: Liking the demon and liking the phenomenal orgasm he gave me are two different things.

But then, she'd also liked the way his magnificent body had responded to her touch.

She'd liked his voice.

And his lips.

His eyes were kind of glorious.

She reached over him for the robe, earning a growl.

"I'm more exhausted than I've ever been--and I just came till my eyes rolled back in my head--yet you still heat my blood."

The garment was a female's, which soured Lila's mood even more. Who did it belong to? After appropriating it, she climbed from the tub to the slippery floor. "Please give my thanks to whichever demoness owns this robe."

"I conjured that for you."

Over her shoulder, she said, "Did you happen to conjure any other clothes?"

"We'll sort that out in the morning." Droplets of water flew through the room when he shook his hair and wings out. "For now, we'll sleep. Into the bed with you."

She tossed a towel back in his direction, hoping he'd wrap it around his waist, then padded out of the bathroom.

Resigned to sharing a bed, she settled under the luxurious covers far to one side, turning her back to him.

The demon's weight pressed down on the mattress beside her.

"Have you been with a lot of females in this bed?" Why did she even care?

"None. I've never brought anyone to my bedroom but you. By the way, wife, we sleep without clothes."

She tensed. "How do I know you won't do things to me when I'm asleep? Trusting you with my body when I'm awake is one thing. Being naked and defenseless with you is another."

He exhaled. "I vow not to 'do things' to you as you slumber tonight."

With a huff, she sat up and removed the robe, tossing it to the foot of the bed.

He pulled her against his naked body, spooning her. His dick pressed insistently against her lower back and ass, his intoxicating scent surrounding her.

"And you will sleep within my wings every night." He lifted her to slip a wing under her side, his other draping over them--which put one of his lethal wing claws in front of her face.

"Seriously, demon?"

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He retracted it. "Better?"

"Must we do this?"

"We must." Each wing was warm and soft on the inside, like a blanket out of the dryer. Such a difference from the cold stone she'd slept on.