Текст книги "Prince of Demons"

Автор книги: Nora Ash

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Kesh

Raw sensation flared up his length as Georgia’s slim fingers wrapped around his aching cock. His breath hitched as he stared from her hand, barely making it more than halfway around, to her blue eyes darkened with desire. For him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” The words were out of his throat before he could stop them, rough with sincerity. Vulnerable. But she’d already seen him at his most exposed, his weakest. What did it matter that she knew how utterly breathtaking he found her right now? There was no hiding the depths of his yearning for her, not with how fully her scent and taste and sounds filled him up from the inside out.

A faint flush spread across her cheeks. “Thank you.”

He cocked a grin. “Really? You happily ride my face like a little slut, but being told you’re beautiful is what makes you blush?”

Her face turned raspberry pink, and she made to pull away, severing the blissful connection between her fingers and his cock. He quickly wrapped his hand around hers, returning her grip where it belonged, and bent down to nuzzle at her ear.

“Don’t. I like it when you let go. Your hands on my horns when you’re horny for a come is the best fucking feeling in the world. Never be embarrassed for taking what you need. Or for knowing how absolutely, devastatingly gorgeous you are.” He nipped at her earlobe, delighting in her responding shudder.

“I’ve never been called beautiful before,” she said, pulling back to dart her gaze up to his. As if searching his eyes for any trace of dishonesty. He knew she found nothing but burning truth there. Her blush spread down her chest, and her nipples tightened in instinctive response to his blatant desire.

“Then the humans you’ve been around are blind and stupid. I could look at you for hours and never grow bored. Learn every freckle. Every curve.” He slid his hand up and cupped a breast, thumb brushing over the hard nipple peaking it.

Her blunt teeth dug into her bottom lip at his caress, a soft little exhale making his cock throb in her grasp. The movement drew her attention back down to it. When she gave it a squeeze, he was the one to gasp.

“You have no idea how good that feels,” he rasped. “I would trade every ounce of my power right now, if it meant I could be inside you.”

A small smile curved her mouth, his needy declaration apparently as amusing as it was flattering. “Well… maybe we can do something that feels almost as good.” And then, the little vixen bent down and put her mouth on the smooth head of his cock, tongue teasing over the opening.

“Sh-it!" Lightning fired through every nerve ending in his pelvis, momentarily weakening his leg muscles enough to send him backwards. He caught his weight on his hands and let out a shuddering breath as Georgia shot him a shit-eating grin before giving the sensitive opening a full, deep lick.

“Fucking stars, you little—!” His snarl sounded like a threat, claws shredding his bedding as he clenched his fists in his sheets. It was anything but. His cock throbbed for every teasing swipe of her tongue, the warm, wet sensation of her mouth driving him mad with need for more. And yet, he stayed perfectly still, every muscle in his body tight with restraint to ensure he didn’t do anything that would make her stop the exquisite torture.

She grew bolder. Her other hand joined the first, wrapping more firmly around his shaft as her tongue darted down to tease at the cartilage ridges riding the circumference of his corona. His gaze was locked on her face, taking in every flutter of her eyelashes as his taste washed over her senses, and when she fit as much of his head in her mouth as she could and sucked, a crooning sound he hadn’t known he could produce escaped his throat.

“That’s it. Fuck, that feels…!” He clenched his fists harder around the already ruined sheets, head dropping back as his world narrowed in to nothing but the deep, pulsing pleasure building at the base of his pelvis. Soft, wet sounds filled the bedroom and mixed with his panting breath. Her mouth didn’t open nearly wide enough to take him in, but the burning frustration at not being inside her tight heat only heightened the waves of arousal coursing through his body.

When she began simultaneously massaging his length with both hands, he lost what little restraint he’d had left.

“Georgia… Georgia…!” Her name spilled from his tongue like a prayer, his entire focus on the wave of pleasure building, building… “Oh, stars!” Release.

His entire body gave in to her, his climax thundering through him so powerfully, he only just managed to push her mouth off his cock before his dark magic flooded out of him on jets of semen.

Mind spinning, he pulled her into his arms to brush kisses to her mouth, her jaw, her ear, making her giggle as his panting breath tickled her skin. Finally, as the euphoria settled down to deep satisfaction, he pressed his forehead to hers and simply enjoyed the feeling of her.

“You fit so perfectly in my arms.” The words were out of his throat before they’d even registered in his brain. Only when her pretty face broke into a surprised smile did he realize what he’d said. The implication of it.

Fuck.

“So all males really do become putty from a blowjob, huh? Even big, scary demon princes,” she teased.

“Something like that,” he rumbled, pulling back just enough to peer down at her. She looked… happy. Playful, even. Completely at ease in his embrace in this one, perfect moment.

He needed to end it. Now. Before this soft, intimate feeling took root and he entirely forgot that she would never be his. Couldn’t be.

But, fuck, she really did fit perfectly in his arms.

Soft fingers trailed up his chest, pulling an involuntary purr from him and ruining any ability he might have had to release her from his embrace.

Georgia chuckled, low and soft. “I like that sound. It’s cute.” She looked up at him, curiosity in her eyes as they darted over his face and up to his horns. “What does your human disguise look like? Do you really look… like a normal man? I can’t picture it. You’re so… huge. And… demon-y.”

A wry smile pulled on his lips at her description of him as ‘huge’ and ‘demon-y’. “I do. A little… big, though, even as a man. It’s difficult to fit my body into human proportions. Sometimes more sensitive people get a little uneasy around me, but I mostly pass. When I brand you, you’ll see for yourself.”

“Ah, yes. The branding-thing.” She bit her lip, and fuck, why did she look absolutely irresistible doing it? “Um, you said it needed to happen when I was… coming, right? So how come you didn’t do it just now…?”

“I was a little busy enjoying the taste of your pussy and making sure I didn’t take too much of your life force,” he said, the memory of having his face between her thighs waking his cock with a twitch of interest.

“Ah. That makes sense. I appreciate you waiting and not accidentally murdering me.” Her tone was dry, but a delicious blush colored her cheeks rosy, betraying a lingering shyness, despite her growing trust in him.

“But now that I’ve eaten…” His hands slid down to her ass, grabbing it firmly and pulling her pelvis tighter to his. Her still-wet labia split for his cock. He rocked her forward, dragging his hard flesh through her slit to catch on her ringed clit. She gasped and jerked, but he held firm, grinding her down harder. “What do you say, little Breeder? Want another come?”

26

Georgia

Perhaps she should have been ashamed of how her pussy clenched at the prince’s offer to get her off. Instead, she felt nothing but hot excitement down low in her belly when his monstrous cock rubbed against her clit.

“It won’t hurt? The branding?”

“There’s a sting as the magic sears into your skin.” He kissed the side of her neck. “But you’ll be too busy writhing in pleasure to care. I promise.”

Her breath hitched as his lips traveled down the tendon to her clavicle, his hands on her ass still rocking her back and forth along his hardness. “Yeah? Women are usually too busy coming for you to notice you searing them?” She tried for sarcasm. It came out breathy.

“You’re my first Breeder,” he murmured against her skin. “But yes, you will be. You’ll come like the dirty little slut we both know you want to be, and once it’s done, there’ll be no more fear when you look at me.” He punctuated the statement with a wet suck against her throat. Georgia groaned, her thoughts scattering to the wind. Mindlessly, she wound her fingers around his horns and guided his mouth to her breasts. He followed willingly, and when his hot lips closed around the first nipple and he sucked it deeply, she began grinding down on his cock on her own. The ridges, though scary to look at, proved perfect to rub her clit against.

“Mmh, God!” she mewled when her clit caught on one of the rounded spikes, shooting sharp pleasure up her spine.

“You really shouldn’t invoke a deity while riding on a demon’s cock,” Kesh growled hotly. He squeezed her ass tightly and pulled her down harder against the protrusion, forcing a delicious ache through her clit. “I’m inclined to take offense.”

“Sorry!” she gasped, back arching to take some of the pressure off her tender bud. “Just an expression. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”

Another growl, and then she was on her back on the bed, blinking up at the ceiling. Half a second later, the prince’s monstrous face, crowned by those imposing horns, came into view, hovering above her. “It seems I was mistaken—you don’t fear me at all, even in this form, do you? Not when you’re desperate to come. Then all that matters is how I make your pussy sing.”

“I thought you liked me like this,” she panted, trying to grind against the knee he placed up high between her thighs.

“I fucking love you like this,” Kesh growled, black eyes sweeping down her body with enough heat to flame her skin. “It’s how you were meant to be, Georgia. Unafraid. High on sex. Demanding pleasure.” He moved his knee away before she could press down on it, but when she whined in protest, he pressed two fingers either side of her clit ring and tugged on it. Sharp bliss rocked through her pelvis, too intense but all the more addictive for it.

“Shit, that's—!” Her words snuffed out in Kesh’s mouth as he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, never ceasing his fingers’ rhythmic movements. It didn’t take long before her pussy tightened in preparation for orgasm.

The demon pulled back an inch, leaving her panting for breath and moaning with every tug on her clit. “I want you to come nice and hard for me, Georgia. Can you do that? Come until your pussy hurts and you’ve got nothing more to give? That’s what I need, beautiful. Every ounce of your pleasure.”

She nodded feverishly. “Yes, just… I need…. Can you…?”

“Tell me what you want, Georgia,” he rasped, lips brushing over hers, his breath tickling her skin. “Don’t ever be ashamed of demanding what you need.”

“Your fingers… inside,” she gasped, biting her lip hard when he settled his thumb on the tip of her exposed clit. “F-fuck, that’s…!”

Kesh hissed out a breath, his gaze darkening as he eased his thumb’s touch to a maddeningly light brush. “You need penetration, gorgeous? Of course you do. Only good girls are satisfied by playing with their clits, and that’s not what you are, is it?”

“N-no,” she gasped, bucking up against his hand, willing to say anything to get him to increase the pressure. “I’m not a good girl. Oh, please…!”

“Then what are you, Georgia?” he growled, not allowing her the friction she so desperately needed. “Tell me what you are, and I’ll give you what you need.”

“I’m a slut!” Her voice rang through the bedroom, a desperate keen. “A slut who needs your fingers inside her. Please!”

“That’s right. And dirty little sluts get what they ask for.” Still massaging her clit with the thumb of his left hand, he lifted the middle and index fingers from his right hand to his mouth and bit off the sharp claws adorning them.

Her entire body thrummed, heat pooling between her legs as he brought his fingers back down to lightly stroke up and down her labia, teasing her open.

“Inside!” she demanded, need roughening her voice to a growl.

A dark smirk pulled at his lip. “As you command, little Breeder.” Light pressure, followed by the exquisite sensation of one thick finger penetrating deep. Immediately, another finger followed, stretching her perfectly. Georgia mewled and arched her pelvis up on instinct, coaxing him to go further, press harder.

He obeyed instantaneously, filling her deliciously. When he began stroking them in and out, any last vestiges of control abandoned her entirely.

“Ohshit!” Her moan mixed with his harsh snarl as her pussy fluttered and squeezed on his digits, every rapid thrust bringing her closer and closer to the edge. “Don’t stop, don’t stop…!”

“Do you have any idea how good it feels to have you squeezing me like this? What I would give to be inside you?” he rasped, voice filled with dark desperation. “Stars, you’re so fucking perfect! Come for me, beautiful. Come for me before I lose myself and kill you.”

Alarm zinged up her spine at the warning, but when her eyes met his, her pussy pulsed hotly, the fear only adding to the thrill of it. His gaze burned with lust, every ounce of his attention fixated on her. She’d never been wanted this much, this intensely. The threat that he might lose control and push that horrific cock inside her made her clit throb, her body riding high on the adrenaline.

“I’m—I’m close! Harder, please, harder!” She bucked up against his touch, thigh muscles tightening as her body was swept away on the rising tide.

Kesh smoothly switched hands, forcing his right thumb to her clit without ever stopping the perfect, maddening stimulation, and pressed his left hand to her forehead. “Squeeze my fingers, gorgeous. Make me feel that perfect little pussy come undone.”

There was no stopping it. He pumped her hard three more times, and then⁠—

“Ah! Kesh!” Every muscle in her body tightened to the point of snapping as her orgasm roared through her pelvis, heat and pleasure and relief making her cry out wordlessly.

Without warning, fire seared through her forehead where his palm was pressed to her skin. She gasped in shock, but another wave of pleasure from her orgasm softened the pain enough to make it tolerable. Dark magic flared from his hand, burned her forehead, and sank into her mind.

“K-Kesh.” She looked up at him in an instinctive need for reassurance, but her vision blurred and faded, distorting his face.

“Relax, beautiful, it’s just the magic settling in. You’re okay. I’d never harm you,” he said, voice raw as he moved his hand from her forehead to her cheek, cupping it with a gentleness that entirely contrasted his size and strength. “I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. And I don’t. Not now, not ever.” He bent, his mouth finding hers with an urgency that made warmth prickle down her body.

She parted her lips on instinct, still pleasure-drunk from the fading waves of her climax. His kiss was deep and needy, and she moaned softly into his mouth, surrendering.

There was no more pain, just relief as her consciousness slowly gave way.

“I would sell my soul for you if I had one,” he whispered against her lips before pulling back.

The last thing she saw before unconsciousness took her was the blurred outline of his monstrous features morphing into an achingly beautiful man, his dark eyes haunted with regret.

27

Kesh

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He’d simply intended to make sure Georgia was comfortable and settled, and the mark branded on her forehead wasn’t causing her any pain. But in her unconscious state, she’d pressed herself into his arms as if instinctively needing his protective embrace, and nuzzled her head up underneath his chin where she fit perfectly. As if she were made for him.

When he woke the next morning, she was still nestled against him, fast asleep. Entirely safe in his presence.

“Fuck,” he murmured, peering down at her peaceful face. Traitorous gentleness fluttered through his chest. Not good. Not good at all.

Last night was a fucking disaster. I would sell my soul for you if I had one. What the fuck was he thinking? Oh, that’s right. He wasn’t. It had been all soft, icky feelings and pitiful need.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he rumbled, quietly enough not to wake the little female as he carefully extricated himself from underneath her.

She whined softly in protest at the loss of his body heat, but thankfully slept on.

“I know.” He gently brushed a knuckle over her cheek, then tucked the duvet tightly around her, ensuring she was still warm and secure. She settled down with a rebellious murmur that made his lips pull into a reluctant half-smile. He felt the loss of her body against his as keenly as she did. She’d slept on his chest, pressed against his heart, and he wanted nothing more than to slip back under the covers and return her to where she belonged.

Only she very much did not belong in his embrace. His instincts were spinning out of control because he’d let her cursed scent and his own weakness take the lead, instead of focusing on doing his duty, and nothing else.

“Fuck.” Kesh forced his gaze from the sleeping woman and quietly moved to his closet to find fresh clothes. After dressing himself, he got out one of the dresses he’d purchased for Georgia when she first came into his care. The garment was made from black silk, picked specifically for the way it would flow around her body and feel like a luxurious caress. He’d only bought her dresses; nothing else. Though September, it wasn’t yet cold enough to worry about keeping her warm with thicker clothing, and a Breeder didn’t need undergarments.

Silently cursing himself when his thoughts strayed further down the path of Georgia’s sweet little pussy so easily available under the flowing skirt of the black dress, he laid out the garment and quickly exited the bedroom before his stupid instincts got the better of him. Again.

To Kesh’s displeasure, when his call to his brother connected to the video call, Kain’s face wasn’t the only one that appeared on the wall-mounted screen. His bossy little mate was by his side, and before she opened her mouth, Kesh already knew why the opinionated queen had decided to join them. At least she was holding their squirming son in her arms, too. He’d softened a little toward his difficult sister-in-law since she'd given birth to his nephew.

“Kain. Selma. How are you both? And Kamaran?”

“We’re great,” Selma said, cutting Kain off before he could respond. “You found a woman? A Seer?”

“I found a Breeder, yes.” His tone was pointed. He knew she wasn’t fond of the Breeder moniker, but the claim that her kind had been Seers before demons realized they could carry their spawn had been made by a goddess. If she hadn't mind-fucked his brother with her damned pheromones, Kain would have disabused his mate of the notion that anything a goddess said carried any value, but the king was entirely too soft when it came to Selma. “Or rather, one of my subjects found her and brought her to me.”

“Is she alright? Where is she?”

“She’s fine. She’s been ringed and marked, and she’s currently sleeping.” Kesh looked to his brother, hoping against hope he’d rein in his mate. “Kain, I called to discuss the situation in Maine. Perhaps we can return to the Breeder at another time?”

“Mallorn briefed me last night. A Breeder showing up in your territory is exciting news and will be good for morale amongst your men. Something we can sorely use,” Kain pointed out.

Selma gave him an annoyed side-glare. “Really? She’s a person, you know, not just a morale-boosting prize for your warriors to fight over. And may I remind you, as a future demon’s mate, she’s my subject, not yours.”

Kain smiled, a ridiculous, soft expression flickering in his eyes as he stroked a thumb over her cheek. “I’m aware, little one. Which is why this woman is currently safe with Kesh and not being processed for auction. The changes you’ve made to Breeders’ lives aren’t diminished by how desperate our men are to find a mate to worship, hmm?”

Selma leveled him with a flat stare. “So we’re calling it ‘worship’ now? You know, what you horny bastards consider worship, the rest of us call marathon sexing. Which is fun and all, so long as you’ve not been traumatized by your would-be admirer first.” She sighed with resignation, then returned her focus to Kesh. “How is she, Kesh? Is she still scared? Does she miss her family? Do you need me to make a visit and try to reassure her?”

Some of his irritation eased at the genuine concern in his sister-in-law’s eyes. As annoying as her iron will could be, the fact that she was taking her responsibility to Breeders—and Georgia in particular—seriously enough to offer to travel to him with the single purpose of reassuring his ward, made a measure of gratitude toward her bloom in his chest.

“She is still a little on edge about the whole situation, but she’s settling in remarkably well.” He sighed softly, his gaze flickering to Kamaran in her arms. As often happened when he saw his nephew, he couldn’t help thinking that. if things had gone differently, Kam would have been his son. He was grateful they’d managed to save his brother, and he hadn’t had to take Selma as his mate after all, but the thought still popped up now and then.

“At this point, it would not be worth the risk for you to travel. But I promise to inform you if that changes, my queen.”

Selma chuffed, arching an amused brow. “Listen to him, trying to keep his sister-in-law at bay with honorifics.”

“If the girl is settling in, it would be best to wait with a visit until I can prepare for your travels better,” Kain rumbled. His arm snaked around his mate’s shoulder, pulling her tight to his body. “If the Europeans ever get a hold of you. Or Kam…”

“I know, I know,” she sighed, rolling her eyes even as she allowed him to plaster her against his ribs as his instincts took over at the thought of losing her. Normally, Kesh would have been rolling his eyes right along with her, but this time, unbidden, his thoughts went to Maine, and the acid shock of terror he’d felt when Mallorn had let him know Georgia had been on the fucking battlefield. At risk of imminent death. And that was before…

He cut off his thoughts, not willing to bring back the flutter of soft, idiotic feelings that had bloomed during last night with her. Not now, not in front of these two.

“Speaking of the Europeans… We nearly lost Maine, and Aran along with it. I don’t know what the fuck happened. Aran is one of the oldest lords in the Northeast, and even at two to one, he should have had the edge. Or at the very least not been on his literal knees within a day.” Kesh crossed his arms, a frown pulling down his brows as he recalled the absolute disaster he’d arrived to. “And even more baffling is—they fell within hours once I arrived. They seemed relatively inexperienced in battle. Aran should have been able to handle them on his own.”

On the screen, Kain and Selma exchanged a look.

“What?”

Selma glanced at Kain one more time before she said, “I felt… something. Yesterday. Through my Stone of Power. Something I haven’t before.”

A sense of unease crept up Kesh’s spine. The three Stones of Power had been in the European royal family’s possession for more than a millennium—powerful tools they’d employed to keep the gods from gaining the upper hand in the Eternal Battle. And to secure their right to rule.

Selma's gaining control of one of the stones was a large part of how Kain had been able to gather the American lords under his banners and break away from European rule. But the knowledge that such immense power was in the hands of a fragile little Breeder still filled Kesh with unease.

“What kind of something?” he asked.

“It’s hard to describe. It was a vibration of sorts. A swelling of energy. With what you’re saying about what happened in Maine, I have to wonder if—” Her train of thought was cut off when Kam began fussing. “Shh, little man. You’ve just been fed. Are you really hungry again?”

“You’re wondering if the European lords had a Stone of Power with them?” Kain prompted, his brows furrowing.

“We didn’t find one on either lord’s corpse after the battle,” Kesh murmured, his focus slipping when Selma, without any hint of shyness, pulled out a breast and popped the nipple in her baby’s mouth.

Something dark and needy curled in his lower abdomen.

Kain cleared his throat, breaking his single-minded focus. The moment he looked back up, he caught sight of Kain’s glare.

A touched of heat brushed Kesh’s cheeks, and he grimaced, shooting his brother an apologetic look. He had no interest in delving into why, but the sight of a woman nursing? Fuck, it got him every time.

Unbidden, a hazy image of Georgia flickered through his mind. Swollen breasts. A baby in her arms. Milk leaking from her ripened nipples…

Nope. Not going down that fucking path.

With a command of will, he forced his mind back to the matter at hand. “An outside source of power would explain their ability to subdue Aran so swiftly. But whatever it was, they must have lost it when I arrived. Outside of a Stone of Power, I don’t know of anything that could have boosted their strength like I saw, but… Who the fuck loses one of those in the middle of a battle?”

Kain sighed deeply and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to send Kirigan up to Maine to speak with Aran. Search the area. If anyone knows how to locate some obscure power source, it’s our father.”

“It would also be nice to not have him hovering for a few days,” Selma muttered, focus still on her nursing baby.

“He’s still…?” Kesh trailed off, not sure how to describe the mad demon’s behavior after his daughter-in-law gave birth to his grandchild. ‘Disturbing’ didn’t really cover it.

“Yep. Even follows me to the freakin’ bathroom if Kain’s out of the house for so much as five minutes.” Selma shifted her grip on Kam, grimacing slightly at the weight of him. Kain spotted her discomfort immediately.

“Go get settled while you finish nursing him, little one. I’ll finish up here and be with you in a minute.” He bent to kiss her forehead and rub a knuckle over his son’s cheek. The expression in his eyes was so achingly tender, Kesh looked away, uncomfortable.

Selma leaned into her mate’s touch for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll see you in a bit then.” She looked back up at the screen and nodded at Kesh. “Please take good care of the Seer. With everything going on, I don’t want the importance of her wellbeing pushed aside.”

“I promise, she’s my first priority.” Reluctantly, in the beginning, but now? Putting Georgia above everything, even the war, felt… worryingly natural.

Both brothers watched in silence as Selma left. Only when the door closed behind her did Kain turn back to the screen.

“There is another matter concerning the Breeder we need to discuss.”

Kesh frowned. “My Breeder?”

The words ‘my Breeder’ hung in the air between them for a beat. Sick dread settled somewhere below his ribs as the unintended implication reflected off Kain’s face.

“What do we need to discuss regarding my ward?” he corrected, irritation rippling over his skin. It seemed he was fucking incapable of keeping it together, just because.. what? She reminded him of his fucking mother? Even for a demon, that was messed up.

Kain cleared his throat. “Mallorn’s report last night was… worrying.”

In a flash, irritation was replaced with a hot spike of anger. “Worrying? Don’t fucking tell me he was whining to you about how I’m handling Georgia.”

“He wasn’t whining, Kesh. He was agitated. I understand your inclination to keep the presence of an unmated Breeder in your territory quiet, considering the clusterfuck of a war we’re in, but I’m telling you, you’re gonna lose control of your men if you don’t allow them to start the courting process soon. We can’t afford to lose any of them, let alone a warrior as loyal as Mallorn.”

Anger faded to dread. He remembered the seething resentment in his old friend’s eyes when Kesh had commanded him to release his hold on Georgia. He’d been too preoccupied with his own roiling aggression, thanks to her presence, to worry about his Second’s. Could he truly lose his most trusted warrior over her? His friend?

Kesh looked up at the screen. At his brother. The man who’d slaughtered the old crown prince and split the continents with war, all to keep his mate.

Kain was right.

If anything would break his men’s loyalty, it would be this.

He pushed away the hollow feeling in his chest, forcing his focus to the priority: the war. His men. His duty as their prince. “I understand. I will send out the official invitation to her courting tomorrow. She should be mated within the week.”