“She’s pretty, if you go for that wide-eyed, innocent routine.” Her lips pursed, amusement lighting in her eyes as she looked back to Keaton. “Which you clearly do.”
Either Adriana was a very heavy sleeper, or his assumption had been right: She couldn’t hear the daemon. He watched as she strode back over to him, full of confidence. Her tits bounced, hips swung, and as soon as she grew close enough to touch, Keaton found himself mesmerized again.
“Don’t worry,” she said, running the tip of her finger along the bridge of his nose before tapping him. “I don’t mind. I get something out of it either way.”
As he watched, she began to change. Golden skin turned to peach, silver scales accenting smooth skin. Her sharp, exotic features became rounder; softer, even despite the horns she sprouted, along with the wings, tail, and clawed feet.
“Is this better for you? My lord?” she purred in Adriana’s voice.
Right before she sunk to her knees at his bedside and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock.
Gods help him, it was. Even if it was just a fantasy, he felt that want pulse through him, making his balls tighten. Looking into Adriana’s wide, golden eyes as she licked him from base to head was an unparalleled experience. And when she took the head into her mouth, sucking loudly, messily, her saliva running down his cock…
He could have come just from that.
Keaton steeled himself, though, drawing in a sharp breath and holding it. He knew it wasn’t real, he knew it. The real Adriana was sleeping feet away from him right now. But the illusion was convincing, enveloping him in a warm haze that did strange things to his mind. Things like making him reach down to grasp her horns, his fingers curling around them and gripping tightly as she drew him into her mouth, sinking all the way down until she gagged.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his head falling back.
As much as he wanted to watch this, he wouldn’t last long looking into those golden eyes. Not when they were casting such devotion up at him. Not when he could see her forked tongue (put in) laving over the head of his cock.
She took him in again, not as deep this time, and fell into a rhythm that she aided with her hand, pumping his shaft at the same time. A moan caught in Keaton’s throat, threatening to spill past his lips before her hand clamped over his mouth. His eyes widened and he followed her gaze to Adriana’s bed.
She’d stirred enough to roll over, her tail twitching off the side of the pallet.
Shit. She can hear us. Or at least me.
He swallowed his next sounds, eyes rolling back in his head as the image of Adriana sucked him greedily, as if she intended to milk him dry. His precum made her lips glisten, her vigorous sucking coloring them bee sting red. He watched her throat work, watched the way his cock pushed against her cheek when she drew him in, watched her long tongue snake down to lap at his balls.
“Close,” he whispered, his voice shaky.
Her eyes glinted with mischief, and he was positive she would pull away and leave him wanting yet again. She did still, but instead of drawing back, she looked up at him with that wide-eyed innocence, an undercurrent of wicked desire running through the golden depths.
Keaton understood.
Gripping her horns tighter, he thrust into her mouth. Shallow at first, then deeper, once she proved she could take it. She moaned around his cock, stealing Adriana’s sweet tones, and Keaton couldn’t help himself. He came hard, his cock jerking inside her mouth, a jet of hot cum painting the back of her throat. It was all he could do to get his hand up in time to bite down and stifle his cry.
He forced himself to keep his eyes open, though, watching as “Adriana” swallowed almost every last drop. She allowed some to escape, his cum dribbling past her lips and down her chin. Dainty fingers wiped it away and she drew the digits into her mouth, sucking noisily and releasing them with a loud pop.
Keaton fell back on the bed, chest heaving, hand resting over his racing heart. Gods. What had he just done? What had he allowed to happen? His head lolled to one side and he looked at Adriana. Still asleep. Unsuspecting. Unaware that he was apparently harboring these fantasies about her.
“She’s lying to you.” The daemon’s voice — and form — was her own as she floated into his periphery.
“Leave me alone,” he grumbled, turning away from her.
She appeared in a puff of smoke, right in front of him again, a pout on her lips. “Is that any way to talk to someone who just had your big, thick cock in her mouth?”
He didn’t want this. These false platitudes, this woman who had no real interest in him as a person. This daemon was the epitome of every bad decision he’d ever made with women — someone who just wanted to use him.
“Listen to me, Keaton.” Her tone was more severe now, her eyes glowing with a red mist. “You need more power. You need to go out and conquer. That is part of our pact.”
“Horseshit,” he said, glowering at her. “Our ‘pact’ was—”
“Your innocent little lamb is lying to you. Keeping secrets from you,” she hissed.
And so what if she was? He wasn’t her master or her lord, despite what she said. She didn’t owe him anything.
Even still, he couldn’t help thinking of Elena, and the secret she’d kept that had landed him here.
“Ask her about it.” The daemon’s lips pulled into a smile that was too large for her face. “You’ll see.”
She tapped his nose with the tip of her finger, then she was gone, evaporating into a mist that stung Keaton’s eyes. Leaving him with the suspicion that maybe he’d just traded his old life for more of the same.
15
Keaton didn’t wait. He didn’t try to play passive aggressive or give her a chance to fess up on her own. When they met in the war room the next morning, he immediately confronted her.
“What aren’t you telling me, Adriana?”
She’d been smiling when she came into the room, but that fell away, and fear stole across her features instead. “Wh-what? What do you mean, Lord Keaton? I’m not—”
“I’m not mad.” It wasn’t technically a lie. He wasn’t mad. Just hurt. “But I know there’s something you’re keeping from me. Something about…”
What was it she’d said? You need to get more powerful?
“Something that has to do with advancing my power.”
While Adriana had looked confused and terrified before, he saw recognition spark in her golden eyes this time. Her pupils dilated and she looked away from him, hands fidgeting in front of her. Her face was pale, making those silver scales stand out even more.
“I’m…” she swallowed, her brows drawing close together.
“Adriana.” Keaton drew in a breath and tried to push aside his own feelings. He stepped closer to her but stopped when she yelped and backed away. “Hey, hold on. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. I just want the truth.”
She looked up at him, searching his eyes. Her bottom lip quivered, but she sniffed and squared her jaw, giving a resolute nod. “Yes. Of course. You deserve that much.”
Nodding toward the crystal, she navigated around him to move toward it. “There’s more you can do with the crystal. You interface with it now to access its knowledge and create new things in your dungeon, but you can also… siphon energy from it.”
Keaton’s brows shot up. “Siphon energy? Like… what I did with that goblin?”
He still hadn’t figured out what to do with the poor thing. The scout was inclined to follow Keaton’s every order, to work until he dropped from exhaustion or lack of water. There was no way Keaton could micromanage all of that.