Fangs and Fists, page 26
“And now that you’ve ordered them to focus on the rebellion, do you still need to control yourself?” she whispered, edging closer to him. Her full lips hovered over his.
“You’re tempting a demon, girl.”
“Am I? Tempting.”
Haylen responded by cupping the back of her head and drawing her even closer for a kiss.
The first touch of her lips made his heart skip a beat. Since the moment they’d met, he’d fantasized about kissing her like this. Her lips were even softer and her taste sweeter than he’d imagined. He needed more.
Her lips parted to his exploring tongue. She moaned softly and pressed her lush body closer to his. Her firm, rounded breasts were a sensual cushion against his chest, but the barrier of clothes lessened the sensations. He tugged up her nightshirt and slid his hand beneath. Cupping her breast, he relished the feel of her smooth skin. Her nipple tightened against his palm and he caressed it with his thumb, and then he circled the areola. Delicate bumps rose on the tender skin.
“Oh, Haylen,” she murmured and didn’t protest when he pulled her nightshirt over her head. She slid into his arms, her breasts flattening against his chest. It felt so good. She was warm, her skin soft, but the muscles beneath toned. She didn’t lead a sedentary life, but had spent it lifting tires and equipment. The only rough part of her was her palms, calloused from handling tools, but he didn’t find it unappealing. On the contrary, her combination of soft and rough intrigued him.
He stroked her shoulders and back down to the enticing curve of her firm bottom.
Again he kissed her, even more possessively this time. The surge of emotions was almost beyond his control. For so long, he had sealed off his feelings -- anger, joy, pain, and pleasure. Unlike most other demons, who indulged in violence and lust, Haylen had been tormented by utter boredom. It had been the price of avenging his family.
Black magic had given him the power to raise the dead. Using that power, he had resurrected his entire slaughtered village and sent them to destroy the Viking raiders who had murdered them. That had been his last indulgence in any strong emotions and it had been pure rage. After that, the demons had claimed him. In repayment for his dark powers, he served them by creating the soulless for their purposes.
He wondered why Madeline wanted him. She was pure -- her heart filled with kindness and compassion. Yet it was said that opposites attracted. Perhaps his darkness called to her. If she longed for a demon lover, then he no longer wished to resist.
“Let me,” she said breathlessly, pushing down his jogging pants to free his stiffening cock.
Haylen kicked off the pants and drew her even closer. She reached down and curled her fist around his erection.
“We should have protection,” she said. “There’s some in the bathroom. David’s -- not mine.”
He smiled slightly. “I didn’t make an accusation. I’ll get it, but there’s no chance of you getting pregnant. I gave up my fertility along with my humanity.”
Still, he walked to the bathroom and found the condoms in a small cabinet on the wall. He’d never used one before, but it wasn’t difficult to figure out.
He strode out of the bathroom, a couple of extra condoms in hand, and approached the bed.
A small lantern now glowed on her bedside.
“You’re gorgeous,” she said.
“Oh, yes. Which is sexier, the scars or the black magic symbolism?” he said wryly, tossing the condoms onto the little shelf behind the bed.
He might have been handsome once, but compounded lifetimes of evil had ravaged him.
“Your body beneath. Your heart.”
“You’re delusional,” he said, climbing back onto the bed and pushing her onto her back. He spoke against her lips, “Lucky for me.”
He kissed her, closing his eyes and once again losing himself in her. She smelled of soap and herbal shampoo. Beneath was the faint aroma of her natural skin and it was far more arousing than any commercial scents.
Haylen slid her underwear down, and then he sat up to pull them off, kissing her long, smooth legs.
“Come here,” she said breathlessly, pulling on his shoulders.
He let her guide him on top of her. His stiff cock was trapped between their bellies. He longed to thrust into her, feel her flesh clamping around him as she dug her fingers into his back, but he didn’t want to rush. He’d waited so long that he intended to savor every moment. It was almost like the first time he’d ever been with a woman. If anything good had come from his descent into a demonic life, it was this moment, when he was almost new again in her arms.
Haylen kissed his way down her body, pausing only to run his tongue from one stiff nipple to the other.
Sliding his hands under her bottom, he stretched out on the bed and lowered his face to her soft mound. He covered her clit with his mouth and traced the soft, sensitive flesh with his tongue. Over and over he lapped and sucked. Soon she was panting and writhing on the verge of climax, but he held her steady. He flicked his tongue upward, over and over.
“Oh. Oh, Haylen,” she moaned softly as she came. He thrust his tongue into her pussy, feeling it pulse. His cock ached and he reached down to stroke it a few times before he stretched out beside her. While she recovered from her orgasm, her eyes closed and a contented expression on her face, he stroked her breasts and belly. He rested his hand on the curve of her hip.
“You’re beautiful, Madeline.”
She opened her eyes and smiled. “Thank you.”
She reached up to touch his cheek. He took her hand and kissed her palm.
Madeline glanced down at his stiff cock. She took it in her hand again.
“I didn’t realize men from your time were circumcised.”
“We weren’t generally,” Haylen said, his voice soft and husky as her touch aroused him even more. “I had it done during a ritual. Same as the tattoos.”
Her eyes narrowed and she scooted lower to study his cock more carefully. The red tattoos shone through the condom.
“Ouch,” she said. “That couldn’t have been fun.”
“Depends.”
She glanced up at him. “I think this will be better.” She clasped the base of his cock and took the head between her lips.
Haylen closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. Even with the condom, it felt unbelievable. Madeline sucked and swirled her tongue around his shaft. She paid close attention to the sensitive underside of his cock head.
Lying on his back, Haylen caressed her hair, spreading his legs so that she could kneel between them. He was quickly reaching the point of no return.
“Madeline,” he said roughly, grasped her, and guided her onto her back.
“Haylen,” she said, with a faint, affectionate smile that he didn’t deserve but still desired.
Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he thrust into her. Madeline closed her eyes and clung to him. Her hips lifted, matching his rhythm until it became so fast and jagged that she could only lock her legs around his waist and hold on.
“Oh, Haylen!” she said, clutching his head. She came, pulsing around his impossibly hard cock.
Haylen came as well, his head thrown back and his body surging into hers.
When he finished, he rolled onto his back. Madeline cuddled against his chest. He caressed her shoulder and arm. Again he took her hand and pressed it over his heart.
“Goodnight, Haylen,” she whispered, and kissed his chest.
“Sleep well, Madeline.”
Chapter Five
Dead or Alive
Unable to rest, Haylen watched Madeline sleep for a long time. It had been centuries since he’d had a lover. He’d forgotten what it was like to feel a warm body pressed close to his, to thrust his cock into a woman’s hot, wet pussy. Not just any woman, but one who stirred far more than his physical desire.
He had cared about his wife. She’d been a good woman and hadn’t deserved the violent end she had suffered. They had a decent life together, but theirs had been an arranged marriage. Back then, love rarely played a part in unions between men and women. Marriage wasn’t a joining of hearts, but an economic arrangement and a way to ensure survival -- or at least that had been the idea.
Haylen’s family had depended on him for protection and he had failed miserably.
Frustrated, he left the bed, dressed and went outside. Several wolves slept curled together around the campsite. Victor, in half-man half-beast form, stood watch in the shadow of the trees. His wolfish eyes studied Haylen, who could see just as well as wolves in the dark.
Victor approached. “Is something wrong?”
“No.”
The surrounding trees created a feeling of false security. No matter how alone they seemed to be, demons could find them at any time.
Haylen gazed upward. Stars glittered in the dark sky.
“How did you do it and why?” Victor asked.
“Do what?”
“Grit. You saved him -- not revived him as one of the soulless, but saved him even though he was dead.”
“Not quite.” Haylen shifted his gaze to Victor’s. The young wolf towered over him. His muscular, hirsute body radiated power, but Haylen could destroy him as easily as this wolf had torn apart opponents in the arena.
“He couldn’t have survived my bite. I tore out his throat.”
“He wouldn’t have survived, but when I resurrected him, he wasn’t quite dead. Are you disappointed that you failed to kill?”
Victor’s eyes flashed. Haylen could almost feel his stormy emotions.
“Disappointed? I’m not like your kind. I don’t enjoy killing for entertainment. I’m glad Grit is alive. And you? Would you prefer that he be among your soulless?”
“It doesn’t matter to me either way,” Haylen replied in the manner expected of him. He had spent so many years numb that he wasn’t ready to admit that he felt anything. Only Madeline knew that he could feel again, and even that annoyed him.
“If it doesn’t matter, then why are you still healing people?”
Haylen held the impertinent young wolf’s steady gaze.
“Could you always do it?” Victor asked. “Heal.”
“No. Not always.”
“Then how --”
“You’re a curious beast, aren’t you?”
“I spent a long time in that tower and not once did I meet a demon who showed mercy.”
“Mercy,” Haylen said softly. Even as a human, he had rarely shown mercy.
He saw his dead wife and son and his dead neighbors marching blankly on the unsuspecting raiders who had killed them. The soulless felt nothing. They followed orders -- Haylen’s orders. When they tore flesh from bone, when they pulled limbs from bodies, it was by his command.
“What made you change?” Victor pressed. “Give us a reason to trust you.”
Haylen curled his lip, his gaze fixed on the wolf’s. “I don’t have to give reasons for anything.”
He turned back to the RV and stepped in. Madeline was still deeply asleep. He lay beside her and she instinctively cuddled closer.
The wolf’s words resounded in his head. Give us a reason to trust you.
There was no reason to trust him. Haylen had no more loyalty to the rebels than he had to the masters. Madeline piqued his interest and he planned to indulge his desires. As she had suggested, hiding in plain sight would be as safe as fleeing.
No matter how much she wanted to do the “right” thing, she was as tempted by him as he was by her. Once he started teaching her about the dark side of magic, she would open up to him and it would be sinfully beautiful. Her power sang to him and he could help her hone it.
The thought of taking her magical innocence aroused him so much that his heart beat faster. His cock swelled and ached. Fuck, he wanted her again. Before Madeline, it had been so long since he’d had sex, that now he was insatiable.
He nuzzled her neck and slid his hand lightly up her hip. He cupped her soft, warm breast and she moaned.
* * *
Maddy awoke to Haylen’s mouth on hers.
His kiss was both passionate and tender. His taste filled her and she wanted even more, so she parted her lips and reached up to cup his smooth head. Closing her eyes again to better enjoy the kiss, she let her hands roam down his neck and over his shoulders, kneading the taut muscles.
“Haylen,” she whispered once the kiss broke.
She gazed into his eyes. Usually unreadable, his expression was now quite obvious. He wanted her.
Grunting, he rolled toward her. His leg pinned hers to the bed, and he slid a hand down her belly to her soft mound.
“Please,” she whispered against his lips.
He kissed her again -- slowly, deeply. He took his time, nibbling her upper lip and sucking her lower one.
Maddy ran her hands over him, stroking his back and ever-so-gently trailing her fingertips down the scar along his spine. She grasped his firm bottom and kneaded. Despite the many scars and symbols of black magic covering him from head to foot, his body was incredibly sexy -- rangy, strong but not bulky.
It was easy to imagine the medieval warrior he had once been.
Haylen nuzzled her neck. His lips and tongue teased her shoulder and her collarbone. Then he kissed the tops of her breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, Haylen,” she breathed, arching toward him.
He teased her nipple with his teeth and tugged it with his lips, sending a flood of erotic sensations through her. While teasing her breast, he slid his fingers partway into her pussy. She was wet and aching -- so ready for him, but he didn’t seem to be in a rush.
He moved to her other nipple and sucked it. Maddy wanted more. She pushed her hand between them to curl it around his cock. It was warm and thick in her hand. He groaned when she stroked him. He swelled even more, the velvety flesh pulsing. Maddy ran her thumb over the head and lightly scraped her nail along the underside.
He growled, sounding almost as wolf-like as their companions. “Like to tease, do you?”
“No more than you do.”
Smiling wickedly, he lifted his head to meet her gaze, then he kissed his way down her body, intermittently licking her stomach along the way until he reached her mons. He slid his hands under her bottom, raising her slightly before covering her clit with his mouth. He lapped and sucked, exploring her delicate flesh thoroughly.
Maddy moaned softly and writhed as his tongue and lips aroused her to the trembling edge of orgasm. Then he kissed and licked his way back up her body. He reached for a condom and rolled it on, and then he covered her body with his. Supporting most of his weight on his hands that were positioned on either side of her head, he nudged her legs farther apart with his knee and pushed the tip of his cock into her. He entered her so slowly that she climaxed while he was still filling her.
His mouth covered hers again, swallowing her moans of pleasure. Haylen thrust his tongue in time with his cock. Maddy clung to him, her heart pounding and her body aflame. It felt so good. She wanted it to last forever. Sooner than she imagined, she came again. This time he joined her. He surged into her, his head thrown back, every muscle in his lean, hard body straining.
“Ah, Madeline,” he murmured, melting onto her. He shifted slightly so that his body was half draped over hers.
Weak and fulfilled, Maddy purred softly and rubbed her cheek against his.
Haylen took her hand and their fingers entwined, squeezing gently.
Though Maddy had dated in the past, she had never been in love before. It wasn’t possible that she had fallen for Haylen so quickly, but she was no doubt headed down that path. If he was even half the man she believed he could be, she would have little choice but to fall in love with him.
* * *
The group left the campground at dawn. Maddy thought that surviving the night without trouble from demons would have relieved some tension, but it still hung heavily around them.
Haylen sat silently beside her, his unreadable gaze fixed out the window. In the back, the wolves were mostly quiet, except for some murmured conversations or whispers between the cubs. Maddy guessed how they must feel, especially the young ones. Torn from their home and forced into the tower, they knew firsthand the evil of the demons. Some of the very young ones had probably been born in the tower. Maddy felt a little sick at the thought. At least now they would have a chance at freedom.
Maddy’s brother had installed an old CD player and his collection of music was probably in the glove compartment. Yesterday, she had thought music might help break the monotony, but it hadn’t seemed appropriate. Yet whether they met trouble, there was no reason to wallow in depression at the moment.
“Would you get a CD out of there?” Maddy pointed to the glove compartment.
While Haylen did what she asked, she turned on the radio.
“Emergency. Emergency. Emergency,” said a deep, hollow voice -- the generic voice of demonic guards. “Watch for two demons. One female. Five feet, three inches tall. Black hair. Green eyes. Missing tongue. Known as Jinx, but could be traveling under an alias. One male. Six feet tall. Bald. Blue eyes. Covered in red ritual marks. Multiple powers, including resurrection. Considered extremely dangerous. Known as Haylen, but could be traveling under an alias. Anyone who returns one or both, dead or alive, will be rewarded handsomely by the Masters.”
“Oh shit,” Maddy murmured, glancing at Haylen.
“Was it really that bad for you back there? I would think in your position, you’d have been better off staying,” Victor said from where he and Jolanda sat at the breakfast table just behind the driver’s seat.
“I don’t know, Victor,” Haylen said coolly and turned to stare at the wolf. “Was it really that bad for you?”
The wolf growled softly. “I wasn’t there by choice. I wasn’t a demon.”
“Babe.” Jolanda touched Victor’s arm. “Just drop it.”
Victor and Haylen stared hard at each other for a moment, but neither spoke. Haylen turned back to the window. Maddy wanted to reach out to him, but she knew him well enough to realize he probably wouldn’t accept it at the moment. He’d lived too long as a demon and a solitary one at that. From what she understood about resurrection demons, their lives were mostly secluded, except for the company of the corpses they raised.
