Chapter Four
Awakening, it was oddly surreal for Gabriel to find herself
lying next to a long, deliciously hard body—Asmodeus, a gorgeous, incredibly
sexy demon. The Demon of Lust. That thought made her smile, thinking of his
touch, of the incredible feel of him, despite the memory of what had come after
that particular revelation.
Not much less surreal though was finding herself in this
situation at all. It was so bizarre.
Yet, despite the circumstances, she found herself strangely
content, complete, as if a piece of the puzzle inside her that had always been
missing had finally been found.
Asmodeus lay curled against her back, his body intensely
warm, his legs and tail twined about her. He held her loosely but protectively
in his arms, with one curled across her stomach. One thing was certain, she’d never
be cold as long as he was there.
Idly, curiously, she played carefully with the iron bracelet
around his wrist, only now noticing that the skin beneath it was chafed and
irritated, inflamed. It looked painful, which pained her. It had to ache nearly
constantly. She turned it, examined it, holding some of it away from his skin
where she could. It looked as if the damn thing was welded in place. How had
they gotten it on? They had to have pinned him to the floor with the power of
the
Book
as they had when they had whipped him.
Her stomach churned at the memory. She took a breath and
willed the memory away.
How would they get it off? There had to be a way. She looked
over her shoulder at Asmodeus. His incredible beauty still caught at her,
shocked her. It always would, she knew.
She longed to skim her fingers over one sculpted cheekbone,
to run them through the smooth silk of his hair. To her amazement, she suddenly
noticed that his ears were pointed. How had she missed that? In wonder,
forgetful of the circumstances, she shifted a little to curl her arm back to
run her finger over the curve of it.
She hid a smile until she realized Asmodeus’ luminous eyes
were open, that he watched her. A shot of excitement raced through her as his
eyes warmed and brightened until they literally glowed. If she’d ever had
doubts about his feelings, that look dispelled them.
Sliding gently over her legs, his tail burrowed softly
between her thighs, nestled against the nub of her clit. Gabriel quivered in
response to it and the desire that warmed his eyes.
It was maddening to feel his cock grow harder as it slid
between her legs as his tail teased lightly at her aching bud. It was wonderful
to have his warm hands curl around her breasts, the claws prickling as they
tightened. His long, agile fingers teased at her nipples and his mouth pressed
warmly against her throat.
Heat poured through her, need pulsed.
“Do you want me, my sweet Gabriel?” he murmured against her
skin. His forked tongue flicked lightly along her throat before his mouth
closed over it.
That low whisper sent a frisson of pleasure through her, his
voice a deep rumble that reverberated inside her.
Asmodeus shifted so his shaft slipped through the growing
moisture between her thighs. Capturing her nipples between his fingers, he
played with them for her pleasure—teased and pinched them lightly with his
claws. He listened to her soft cries as his hips moved and his cock slid back
and forth across her slit, through the slick dampness there. He ached for her
tightness around him.
“Oh god…yes, please, Asmodeus,” she breathed, an answer to
his unspoken prayer. “Take me, dear god, please, take me.”
“Yes,” he whispered in affirmation and triumph and drew his
hips back to put the head of his cock against the entrance to her wet pussy.
Even as he thrust slowly inside that tight channel, as he took her inch by slow
inch, he knew he would want her again soon. “I cannot get enough of you, my
angel.”
He pushed his cock inside her and Gabriel moaned as he slid
deeper. His cock thickened, hardened, lengthened inside her. She grasped the
side of the bed with one hand to brace herself. He flicked his tongue over her
throat, the forked tip feathered over her skin.
Curling a hand around her head, Asmodeus turned it so he
could take her lovely mouth with a sigh of satisfaction. So sweet. He had never
been so hard, so full, in all his memory.
“I do not make love to you only because I wish to feed,”
Asmodeus murmured against her lips, “but because I love touching you. Know
that.”
With each word he worked his cock deeper inside her. He was
in heaven as her hot, wet tightness closed around him and stroked him.
Pressing his free hand against her belly, against the
hardness of his cock within her, knowing where her G-spot was as he thrust, he
knew she felt him inside her even more intensely. Her pussy clenched around
him. He swallowed her cry in a kiss, caught the next as well as his tail
twitched against her clit with each thrust of his cock—teasing, tormenting.
It was delicious torture to have his tail pleasure her as
his cock thrust inside her. Each touch and each pinch at her nipple made her
pussy tighten around him, made her hips push back to take more of him.
“Oh god,” Gabriel whispered, braced as he pounded into her,
going incredibly deep with each thrust. Heat poured through her.
“Asmodeus, please.”
Each pulse of his cock only made her crazier. His tail
against her clit fluttered madly as her pleasure built, as sweet ecstasy grew
inside her even as Asmodeus did.
More, please more
, echoed in her mind
as he drove into her.
Gabriel’s pussy tightened, pulsed, drove Asmodeus insane as
ecstasy hovered just within reach. The tight squeeze of her inner muscles
around his rigid, throbbing cock broke his control. His arm locked around her
hips as he fucked her hard and deep, his hips slamming against hers. Each
hammering thrust drove a groan of pleasure from her.
He couldn’t stop himself, he was going to come. His body
went taut.
Sliding his arm around her chest, Asmodeus curled his hand
tightly around her breast as he drove deep. Her hips pumped as she cried out.
That cry and her throbbing sheath gloved tightly around his cock pushed him
over the edge. He came with a shout of pleasure, gushed into her in a torrent,
bathed her sweet channel in his hot cum. Gabriel cried out again as it flooded
into her.
Gabriel bucked, trembled and shuddered as his hot fluid
filled her. Her orgasm seemed to last forever. Each gush of his cum inside her
made her quiver, as he did against her as he emptied into her.
He held her close as her heartbeat slowed and her body
settled, his arms locked around her, his mouth buried against her throat.
Closing her hands tightly over his strong arms, Gabriel
returned the gesture fervently, holding him close as some deep emotion washed
through her. Her heart seemed to beat in time to his. His thick cock still
filled her. It twitched a little within her and she smiled. Like the tail of a
contented cat, Asmodeus’ tail stroked down her thigh.
His mouth pressed against her ear to whisper, his breath
tickling.
“I am indeed content,” Asmodeus said, reading her thoughts
again, his voice so low and deep it rumbled through her chest. “More than
merely content,
mishea
.”
Gabriel smiled. She felt much the same, astonishingly sated,
as happy as a cat with a bowl full of cream, despite the circumstances.
They were suddenly and sharply reminded of where they were
with the abrupt change of air pressure inside the chamber. If they had been
alone, they no longer were.
In an instant, Gabriel found herself clothed in what felt
like slubbed silk, soft and supple, a simple short, white dress secured with
gold pins at each shoulder.
With Asmodeus’ back toward the rear of the room, hopefully
Templeton’s people couldn’t tell he had been healed. That would have raised
difficult questions and revealed far too much to Templeton.
“Get up,” Templeton snapped as he strode into the light.
Reluctantly Asmodeus obeyed, his hands clenched as he fought
both his fury and the reminder of their helplessness.
His pain was nearly palpable. It radiated from every taut
line of his body.
Gabriel got to her feet as well, surprised to find herself a
little dizzy. Or perhaps it might have been the lovemaking. Her muscles still
jumped a little.
Templeton barked to Asmodeus, “Assume human form.”
Gabriel looked at Asmodeus. He had said he could. She
couldn’t help being curious. What would he look like as a human?
At the moment his teeth were bared in a furious snarl, lips
peeled back, the fangs sharp, and she couldn’t blame him.
Fury was as nothing as a description for what Asmodeus felt.
He hated it. Hated the confinement, he who had always been
free. Hated being subject to another’s will, he who had never been subject to
anyone’s will but his own. He hated the loss of his heightened senses in human
form, of the restriction of his sight, of the limitations of that body,
although he could tolerate it.
More than anything though, it was changing on command,
especially the command of this man, one he truly despised.
Templeton gestured to his minions and the one by the
Book
looked at Asmodeus in sharp question as another went to kneel by Asmodeus’
ankle, a key in his hand. It was just another kind of lash. Do as he was told,
or he would be driven to his knees by the spells of the
Book
.
Rage washed through him. Futile rage. As long as they had
the
Book
, as long as there was iron on him, he was helpless.
Furious, Asmodeus shook his head. He wouldn’t fight, it was
wasted energy but it shamed him.
“Come,” Templeton commanded as he would to a lap dog.
Asmodeus fought his rage at being spoken to in such a way.
He was all too aware of the darkness of the chamber that surrounded them, of
the unseen men who hid in the shadows. Gabriel would be here in this place,
alone and outnumbered. There was no choice. They could and would compel him.
They had before. It tore at him though, to leave her undefended now that he had
suddenly found her, but he had no choice but to obey. Worry nagged at him
although he tried not to show it.
Asmodeus’ reluctance, his fury and frustration, beat at the
back of Gabriel’s mind, no matter how much he tried to hide that from Templeton
and from her. The tension in his shoulders betrayed his reluctance to leave and
she could see the concern in his eyes though he dared not voice it.
Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.
She
visualized her training at Quantico, her years with the Bureau, the desperate
situations she had found herself in and had survived.
She could see that it grated on him though, went against his
every instinct.
“Asmodeus,” Templeton said, in warning, with a nod to his
man with the
Book
.
Teeth gritted, jaw clenched, Asmodeus shifted.
Even as she watched, his skin changed color from a rich deep
scarlet to a dark burnished copper. His perfect features were still incredibly,
preternaturally beautiful, but his coloring and features now appeared to be
some exotic mix of Caucasian, Asian, African-American and Native American. His
cheekbones were still high but his eyes had darkened and had the faintest tilt,
his jaw was still defined, still determined, and his long hair still flowed
down to his shoulders in a silken ebony stream.
His wings and tail had disappeared.
Impotent fury raged in eyes that were now…brown? But they
were so dark they might be black. Sparks of gold and red seemed to float within
them. That was the only sign of his true nature.
He wore a tailored, designer suit as if he had been born to
it, as if it were a second skin. It somehow emphasized his broad shoulders,
trim waist and narrow hips, although the crisp white shirt didn’t quite conceal
the broad muscles of his chest.
Even in human form he was beautiful, so incredibly gorgeous
and astonishingly sexy.
He was still and always Asmodeus.
“Templeton,” Gabriel said, abruptly.
The man turned to glare at her.
Asmodeus’ now-dark eyes glowed with a concern she knew he
dared not show outwardly and she wished she could touch him to reassure him, to
ease his fear. Already, she felt the lack of him, an emptiness at her side that
hadn’t been there before.
With her gaze on Templeton, she said, “Food? Water?
Bathroom? A shower?”
The rumble in her empty stomach had brought it to mind but
she knew they would also have to open that portal to deliver it to her or take
her to it. There might be a chance, something—a way to escape, a way to get her
and Asmodeus free. If nothing else, she would learn more about where they were
being held and what they were up against.
Templeton’s eyes narrowed.
“Even a demon won’t want me if I stink,” she said, as she
sent a mental apology to Asmodeus. “And if I’m to feed him, I must be fed.”
Just the thought of putting it that way, of describing the
beauty and pleasure of what had passed between them in such harsh terms, made
her skin crawl but Templeton wouldn’t understand anything less.
Asmodeus’ mental touch reassured her that he took no
offense.
With a gesture at his people, Templeton said, “Feed her. See
to her needs. Make no mistakes.”
His men trained their weapons on her. They weren’t going to
take any chances. She’d have to do something about that.
“Asmodeus, come.” Templeton snapped his fingers and Asmodeus
fought his rage at once again being summoned like a dog.
Every muscle tight with protest, Asmodeus did as he was bid.
He didn’t dare look back at Gabriel as the doorway opened, knowing the gesture
might betray them. He must appear to view her as no more than sustenance or
give Templeton that much more power over him, at least until they could find a
way to escape or fight their way free.