Inferno (Hell's Circle Book 1), page 15
Sighing, “It’s a term used when someone is being a stupid jerk, especially when one is only thinking with… Well, they are only thinking about sex and not caring about other’s feelings.”
“You like Dante?”
For the first time, I’m honest with myself, “I thought I did.” Petting Griffin’s soft feathers, “I don’t know, I felt like maybe there was something between us almost like Dante is the piece of my soul I didn’t know was missing… But the way he has been acting.” Letting out a deep sigh, I run my fingers through my hair in frustration.
“Like dick?” Griffin squeaks, causing me to smile.
“Yeah, definitely the dick behavior does not help.” My fingers pick at the bedspread, “I get that he doesn’t understand my actions, but I have never been the type of person to sit back and watch something I know is wrong happen. And there are so many things in the underworld that are wrong, Minos being one of them. I don’t understand how Dante can see these things happening and not lift a finger to change it.”
“You ask?”
“No,” shaking my head, “I haven’t.” Letting out a deep sigh, I must have been holding back, “You’re right; I really should.”
A soft knocking on the door has Griffin going from calm to flying around anxiously. “Come in,” I call out, trying to remove the bits of food left on the bed before Griffin can fling them off with his crazed flying and swooping around.
“Whoa, Griff, calm down. It’s just me. I was hoping to talk to Rayleen.” Dante has both hands out defensively, trying to show Griffin he is not a threat.
“It’s okay, Griff. Dante isn’t going to hurt me.”
Griffin lands on the side table next to the red sofa, hooting, “Dick!” loud enough, I’m sure the whole palace can hear, “Dante dick.”
I snort, uncontrollable giggles, “Griffin!” I gasp, my chest trying to catch my breath in between each breath, “Dante was being a dick, but you shouldn’t call him a dick.”
Griffin tilts his head in confusion, “Why not?” Griffin’s tail swing in the air, pointing at myself then to Dante, “You said, Dante dick.”
“Yes, I did say that.” Giving up the fight, I turn, asking Dante, “Why are you here? Are you done whipping your cock out for the pissing contest with your brother?”
Dante raises an eyebrow, biting his full lower lip. “Griffin, would you mind leaving Rayleen and me alone so we can talk?”
Griffin puffs up his chest, looking as if he wants to argue. Gently I say, “Griff, I can take it from here. Thank you for wanting to protect me.”
Griffin deflates, “I fly around scouting for food. You call Griffin if you need any eyes pecked out.”
The thought of Griffin pecking out Dante’s eyes brings a smile to my face, “Thanks, Griff.” And with that, Griffin flies from the room, followed by Dante closing the door behind him, narrowly missing Griffin’s tail.
Standing up, I brush off any crumbs on my clothes, for there is no way I’m sitting on the bed with him.
With my back towards Dante, I walk up to the red sofa and sit down, offering Dante to follow suit. Picking at the edge of my pants, I ask, “What did you want to talk to me about, Dante?”
Dante takes the seat next to me on the sofa, but is careful not to touch. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior.”
Leaning back, I wrap my arm around the back of the sofa, peering at his face to watch for any signs this is a trap.
I ask, “Which behavior is this your apologizing for? The acting like a pretentious pig who thinks I’m nothing more than a piece of ass at your beck and call.” Before Dante can utter a word, I place one finger up to silence him, “Or the way you have been treating me when I do something that is just, but you do not agree with?”
The room chills as Dante sits in silence. His eyes never leave mine in an unspoken game of waiting for the other to break first.
Dante gives in first, his eyes drop to his lap. “Both,” at the raise of my brow, he quickly adds, “Hell. All the above. I know I have been a lot to handle, especially when it comes to Hades. He is always looking for his fated queen. When any pretty girl comes to the underworld for the first time, he thinks she might be the woman that the fates waved in his face… I let him get under my skin.”
“And what about before?” Dante’s face looks blank, as if he really doesn’t understand what I’m asking, “We had what I thought was a good time in Lust. But it was like you flipped a switch, and ever since the whole Minos thing, you have barely been able to look at me.” Dante’s eyes dart back up at my face as if I’m commanding him to do so now, “And then you go inviting me to your bed, something I might add that you have never done before, just because your big brother was shamelessly hitting on me and invited me to his.”
“That’s not what is going on here.”
Sighing, I cross my legs then fold my arms, trying to hold in my anger, “So what is? Because from where I’m sitting, that is exactly how it seems.”
“Everyone is someone’s villain. Just remember, you are the villain to the supernaturals you hunt down and slaughter.” Dante’s lips twitch into a half-smirk, “I’m okay being the villain of your story but just know the darkness inside you calls to me. And I’m nothing without darkness.”
“So you ‘re saying my darkness is calling to you?” I ask, feeling the magnetizing pull towards him.
He breathes, “Yes.”
“Then why don’t you help me fix the problems in Hell instead of fighting me at every turn?”
Dante leans forward, resting his face into his hands, then brushing his fingers through his thick hair. “There are so many rules in Hell, and not even the rulers of these circles question the rules and the way things are.”
Dante’s stunning green, with a hint of blue eyes staring into mine. “You come along, and not only do you realize the system is broken, you shatter it. I have been scared to bring you to the other circles because I don’t know how much more destruction Hell can take.”
“But that’s the thing, isn’t it? If no one ever questions outdated rules and punishments, then how is Hell ever going to grow and become something other than torment?”
“Gods. Hell is torment. The Gods made the underworld so that those who screw up in their lives have a place to be tormented for their sins.” Dante leans back, waiting for my response. The tension rolls off of him, for we both know that he will not like my answer.
“Made,” I say simply. Dante looks at me in question.
“Made,” I repeat myself before continuing, “Hell was made. Heaven was made. They can be unmade.”
Anger fills those eyes of his, “No, Rayleen, they can’t be. They won’t be.”
“Don’t you think that most souls deserve a second chance for redemption?” Leaning close to Dante, I breathe in this scent that has me wanting to come undone. Instead, I continue, “I get there are those souls that are pure evil, but most are not. Those deserve a second chance.”
“Let’s say someone lives their life how they choose to and never breaks a law never hurts another soul. But they like sex. They have multiple sex partners over their lifetime. Are you really telling me they deserve to be punished for that?”
Dante starts to speak, but I cut him off— “Don’t even try to pull that just because when the rules were set into place, it was a sin. Times have changed. The rules you are clinging to so hard, need to change with it.”
“Maybe.” Dante shrugs off the discussion.
Maybe someone needs a demonstration they will never forget.
Placing my hand on Dante’s thigh, my fingers run up the length of him. Looking into Dante’s eyes, I see the fire of desire simmering to the surface as I slide my hand over the large bulge that twitches underneath the pressure of my palm.
Dante’s hand grabs the back of my thigh, guiding me to swing my leg over his own, so that I am straddling his lap.
Cupping the curves of my ass into his large hands, Dante jams my pussy up against his twitching cock. Giving him a perfect view of my breasts, for the plunge of the neckline shows more than it hides at this angle.
Dante lets out a deep moan, letting me know I have him where I want him.
My fingers slide over the opening of his shirt. In one quick movement, I have my hands wrapped around each side of the beginning of his open shirt and pull.
The buttons fly in every direction, but I don’t give a fuck. For now, I have full access to his rippling chest.
Running my hands up his torso, my fingers grip on to his long hair, pulling his face down to the opening of my outfit where my curves of my breasts are practically popping out.
Dante takes several heavy deep breaths in before his lips are hot on my skin, tasting every inch of my partly exposed breast.
Sliding my hand down while the other keeps a firm grasp on his hair. The freehand slides over his scruffy jawline, digging my fingers into his throat, pulling him away from my breasts.
Stunned, Dante just looks at me for a moment before grabbing tighter on my ass, his fingernails dig into my skin, the thin fabric doing nothing as a barrier.
Gasping, I let him guide me, sliding my aching pussy over his pants where his dick is bulging. Dante digs his fingers into my ass, sure to leave little half circles as he grinds me into him back and forth, back and forth. Teasing both of us, his cock twitches beneath me, ready and eager. The fabric of my pantsuit is surely drenching with my desire.
“Get on your fucking knees,” Dante growls, “Right, fucking now!”
Hot damn. My panties are practically begging to be ripped off.
I drop to my knees in between his legs looking into his sea-green eyes, waiting I place my hands on either of his thighs.
Dante unbuttons his pants, where his large hard dick bounces free. Causing my mouth to water with anticipation.
My eyes are locked on his cock as Dante strokes the length of his shaft. His free hand reaches out to my chin, where his fingers slide up my jawline to the back of my hairline, where he grabs a hold of my hair.
Guiding me to his hard, quivering member. “Vixen, open your mouth.”
All too eager, I wet my lips before wrapping my mouth wide over the head of his cock. Teasing the tip with my tongue in a circle movement, causing him to groan. As I close my mouth around the tip of his cock, I glance up to Dante, who is watching my every move. Our eyes connect as I slowly slide my mouth down his thick shaft. As my mouth goes down, my eyes never leave his.
Working my way down his shaft so deep that his cock hits the back of my throat. All while I rub my tongue along the bottom length of his shaft.
Dante breaks eye contact as his head lulls back with pleasure.
Feeling confident in this game, I’m sure he has no idea we are playing.
I move my hand from his chest down to his bottom of his shaft. Stroking his cock as I bring my mouth down as low as I can without choking as his dick hits the back of my throat. Removing my mouth, I stroke him upwards with my hand then close to the head of his shaft I rotate my hand, so that tip of his member slides through the gaps of my fingers. As I slide my fingers down his shaft, I place my mouth at the head, sucking deep.
“Awe, vixen, I like that.”
Smiling, I remove my mouth from his cock and let my hand play with him while my tongue runs upwards along the seam line of his balls, then up to his shaft once again.
As my tongue moves up, my hand drops down to the base of his cock, wrapping his cock around my fingers, just shy of being able to close into a circle. Still, I clutch him in my hand, guiding my lips on his head once more. This time sucking in deep, taking his cock deeper and deeper. Bobbing my head up and down as I apply pressure then release, squeeze, release. I can feel his cock quivering in my mouth.
My mouth picks up the speed and increasing the squeezing for longer than before. As I take his cock deep into my throat, I finally release my hold on his dick. Dante groans with pleasure, warm liquid shooting down my throat as I suck him off greedily, trying not to let any drop spill.
“Wow.” Is all Dante is able to say in between gasps of breath.
Sliding back onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. I grab ahold of his jaw and whisper into his ear, “I know you enjoyed that. Do you really think that it is worth being punished in Lust for the rest of time?”
I watch Dante’s face as my words click.
Yes, Dante, even you would be subjected to being punished in Lust.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Maybe, the rules do need to change.” Dante reaches out, placing both hands on my hip. Dante’s hot kisses start at my neck, leaving me frozen with want and need.
His lips trail up my neck, nibbling on my earlobe, “You vixen have me in awe, questioning things I would have never questioned without you.”
Dante’s tongue runs along my jawline, causing my neck to arch into him. “I want to thank you for that wonderful explanation of how rules aren’t always so black and white.”
Dante’s tongue runs down along my collarbone, stopping only to suck and tease with red, hot kisses.
Breathless, I ask, “What did you have in mind?”
Dante smiles that half-smile of his that has me wanting more, “I haven’t been able to get the taste of you out of my head since the Ambrosia.”
“You haven’t? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that brief… kiss.”
“Little fox, your pussy is its own kind of Ambrosia. Sweet, powering, and after one taste, I knew I could never have enough.”
Blushing, I lean forward so that my breasts are in his view as I whisper, “Eat your heart out,” into his ears.
A low growl comes from Dante, who rolls me over so that he is on top of me. His mouth caresses my breast while his hands make work of tearing off my pants.
Leaving me in nothing but my top hanging loosely on my shoulders, exposing even more cleavage. The only other thing I have on is the sheath holding Angel strapped to my thigh.
Dante’s hands run up the inner part of my thigh, his fingers stopping once he reaches Angel as if in question.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I warn, but Dante’s fingers are already at work on the buckles.
My finger quickly slides Angel out of the sheath, pressing the blade up against his neck.
Dante’s movements halt as we stare into each other’s eyes, challenging each other. Pressing Angel in a drop of black blood drips out into my blade.
Dante’s eyes fill with something I don’t recognize. When his hands make their way off my sheath and up to my wet center. I know that I have won this round.
His finger slides down over my wetness, stopping at the opening, pressing two fingers in. My back arches, but before I can even adjust, his fingers break free. Dante brings his fingers up to his mouth, tasting me.
He purrs, “Ahh, vixen, you taste even better than I remembered.”
Turned on, I tell him, “Show me how much you enjoy the taste of me then.” I start to pull Angel back as Dante dips his head in between my legs that he spreads even further, pulling my ass to the edge of the sofa.
In one swift movement, his tongue runs up my core, licking my pussy like a fucking ice cream cone.
His tongue dives to my clit, teasing with gentle strokes of his tongue. Gasping, my free fingers wrap around the long strands of his hair.
Dante starts to pull back. My hand moves so fast I barely register what I’m doing, pressing Angel into his neck, drawing a drop of blood, “Where do you think you are going?”
That hunger is filling Dante’s eyes, “Tell me what you want.”
I glance at the drop of onyx blood on the tip of Angel’s blade, knowing precisely what I have been craving, “I want you to eat my pussy like you are starving for a taste.” Dante’s brows raise in question, knowing that can’t be everything.
“Make me cum all over your tongue as you pleasure me and…” I drop my voice, “and drink from me as you do.” My hand touches the folds of my cunt, showing him where I want him to drink from.
Dante doesn’t bother saying anything, no agreement, no argument, only pulling me so that my ass is half off the edge, and my center is perfectly lined with those sinful lips I can’t get enough of.
I thought his kisses were hot on my neck, but they are nothing compared to the ones he engulfs my core with.
I know he was holding back before, for I feel like I’m on fire. Each and every suck and lick add fuel to the flames.
Angel falls from my hand, but I don’t care where to, for my hands are too busy wrapping around Dante’s collar. My fingers curl around his hair as I ride his tongue.
Those evil hands of his work in tangent with his mouth.
He pumps his hands into me, pulling out enough so that only the tips of his fingers are still inside me as his tongue licks the ambrosia juices up off of them, running up to my slit where he sucks the bundle of nerves as he plunges a third digit into me.
“I’m so close.”
Dante’s fingers pick up to speed, my body riding his fingers as his sucking hardens, the edge of his fangs scraping my clit, sending to the edge of pleasure.
His breath is hot on my core as he tells me, “Cum for me, my little fox.”
I’m not sure if it is his words or his fangs piercing the edge of my clit in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but I come undone.
My body tenses at the intense climax that fills me to the core. Dante’s tongue alternates between deep sucking and taunting licks.
I’m coming so hard and so fast there is no stopping it.
Dante doesn’t stop when my climax peaks, but arches his fingers as he drinks, sending me back into another orgasm. This one is even stronger and longer than before as he pumps his hand with each deep gulp of my blood he takes.
When my orgasm ends, I’m covered in sweat, and every nerve in my body is shot. Both of us are gasping for air even as Dante slowly licks the mix of my blood and my climax from my cunt.
Dante raises his fingers that were just inside me, as if to lick them, but places them to my lips instead. Coming close to my lips, I open my mouth.
