The left side of Apophis’s—Gryphon’s—mouth turned up. “You won’t be needing them where you’re going.”
True horror erupted over the daemons features. “But you said—”
“Never trust a warlock.” He blasted the daemon with one shot of energy, which severed its spinal cord. The daemon gasped; blood vessels burst in its eyes and skin. Its airway constricted until it choked to death on its own fear.
From across the barren field, a roar sounded in the main house, so strong it shook the forest where Apophis stood staring down at the lifeless daemon. Atalanta had just discovered her archdaemon was no more. He smiled as he reached inside his coat for the Orb resting against his chest from a chain around his neck.
“I’m coming for you, Princess,” he whispered as he placed his index fingers over the sign of the Titans branded into the center of the disk. The portal opened before him. “And this time, you will be mine forever.”
Chapter 16
His skin was on fire.
Demetrius groaned at the flames rushing across his abdomen and hips. Something burned hot against his chest, but it didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt good. Way too good. And that—oh, shit—that feathery sensation against his throat was pure heaven.
Electricity zinged along his nerve endings. Blood heated his groin, tightened his balls. The whispery-soft caress moved up to the base of his ear, then over his earlobe. Warm air blew across his neck to send shivers up and down his spine.
His whole body tensed, arched. Something silky brushed against his chest, his abs, the pressure point between his leg and torso. And his cock grew impossibly hard, just that fast.
“I’ve always wondered…”
Dimly he heard the sexy female voice, followed by what could have been a gasp or a sigh, he wasn’t sure which. Either way, though, he knew that voice. It was the same one he’d been fantasizing about for years. The same one he’d been trying to keep his distance from the last few days.
Soft, sweet lips pressed against his belly button, his lower abs, the tendons in his groin, wiping away all thought. He groaned all over again, even as his hips lifted as if they had a mind of their own. But the dream, fantasy, whatever it was, didn’t cooperate, because no matter which way he twisted he couldn’t seem to get what he wanted.
“Skata.” His cock absolutely throbbed. He wanted those lips there. Wanted her. Finally. Even if she was just a dream.
Quiet laughter rose up from his toes. Followed by pressure around the base of his cock as delicate fingers encircled his shaft. But what caught his attention wasn’t the wicked touch. It was the fact the sound hadn’t come from him. And it definitely wasn’t in his mind. Where it was supposed to be.
He froze. His heart rate shot up. And very slowly he peeled his eyelids open to look down his body. His very naked body. Except—holy Hades—how the hell was he supposed to focus on anything when that small hand was stroking the length of his erection from base to tip, squeezing the head until he moaned, then repeating the caress all over again?
Ah, gods.
In the dim light he watched Isadora’s mouth curl in a tempting smile. She leaned over his hips and pressed her lips against his groin again. Her hot little tongue snaked out just before she sucked the tender flesh. Heat erupted everywhere, spiraled in, and gathered beneath her hand, still squeezing, stroking, sliding up and down until he thought he’d die.
“I want to kiss you here, like you did to me. Is that okay?”
Okay? She wanted to know if that was okay? It was better than okay. It was exactly what he wanted. Everything he’d dreamed of. Paradise and Heaven and the Elysian fields all rolled into one.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from what she was doing. Had no idea what the hell had happened and why she was doing it, but he definitely didn’t want her to stop. “Kardia…”
Carefully her lips found the base of his cock. His whole body tensed. Anticipation thrummed through his veins. She slid her hand higher, making room for her mouth. He groaned again as she kissed her way up his length, and arched his back.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she whispered.
Her sweet little tongue flicked out to taste the tip. Pleasure arced through his pelvis, radiated outward from that one spot until it was all he could focus on. His whole body tightened as she ran her tongue along the flared underside. Then she lifted her desire-filled eyes to his and sank down until he filled her mouth.
“Ah…fuck.” His head fell back as he gave in to the sensations. She explored slowly, with her tongue, her lips, licking him gently, then sucking, shallow at first then deeper as she grew more confident. He lifted his hips instinctively, lowered them, showing her what he liked. She caught on fast, her sucking picking up strength and speed until he thought he was going to black out. But it wasn’t until she scraped her nails over his balls that he realized how gone he really was.
He needed to touch her. Wanted to drag her up his chest and dive into her hot, wet mouth. Wanted to feel her whole body tense in release as she came around him.
Frantic, he reached for her, only to realize his arms were pinned up near his ears and that he couldn’t move them.
Hold on, wait. That wasn’t right. That was—
She took him all the way back in her throat, cutting off his thoughts. He groaned as his climax steamed closer.
Yes, yes, yes. His cock grew impossibly hard in her mouth.
Just before he erupted, she let go. The pressure eased from his cock and balls. Her lips slid over his abdomen, his chest, then to his throat, where she nipped and kissed and drove him wild all over again with her warm breath and succulent lips.
“I want you, Demetrius.” She kissed his ear, his cheek, worked her way across to his mouth, just like he wanted. Then her lips were on his, parting his, drawing him into her wet heat, blocking out everything but the need to feel her. Everywhere.
She eased back, smiled. Her eyes were a warm chocolate that glistened in the flickering light. He swallowed hard against a rush of emotions that pummeled his chest from every direction. “Wh-where did you learn to do that?”
“I read. A lot.”
She read? Bloody hell, just what kind of books was she reading up in her castle suite?
Her hard little nipples brushed his chest. The downy hair between her thighs tickled his abdomen. As her hands came up to frame his face and she leaned down to kiss him again, he realized she was naked. Naked and straddling him right this second.
“Kardia…Let my arms go.”
“I can’t,” she whispered between kisses.
“Why not?”
“Because every time you get me worked up like this, you pull back. I don’t want you to pull back this time. I just want you.”
He tried to clear the sex fuzz from his mind. Clenching his hands, he discovered they worked but his arms were definitely pinned back, and even though he was ten times stronger than her he couldn’t free them. While she moved to kiss his jaw and neck, he glanced from side to side, then spotted the spell book from Jason’s trunk on the floor beside their makeshift bed.
The little vixen had cast an immobility spell on him. His eyes shot back to her blond head, moving down his chest, back up to nip his ear. He should be pissed. He should be irate. But as her lips found his again and her hand slid down his torso to grip his shaft, he couldn’t help but think that was the most erotic thing he’d ever known. His entire body trembled with renewed lust.
“Ah, gods,” he whispered as he turned himself over to her touch. She stroked him, kissed him, drove him absolutely wild with her fingers and mouth and the heat of her compact little body. “I’m so going to hell.”