Page 24 of Orion: Galaxy Huntress

Chapter 12

Orion

Damn,the demon was good, I’d give him that. I hated the way he peered inside my soul and spread everything bare. I’d always fought hard to protect myself and shield behind very high walls. But I wouldn’t admit to any of it. No one ever got inside my heart, let alone close to it, when I kept it guarded. Men had hurt me before. Abused me and my trust. Cheated me out of competition prizes and boons. Greedy bastards wanted the glory and stole it from me. Tricked me into thinking they cared. Partnered up with me, pretending to share the triumph with me, only to sabotage me at the end and take what was mine.

The demon shifted from his straddle of my hips and closed me in his arms, his touch evaporating every thought, making my resistance lower, my resolve practically nonexistent. Every trick. Every deception. Almost being captured by a vampire. Set upon a second time by a lovelorn wolf shifter. Hades, I just wanted to sin with the demon. Wanted him to pleasure me, even if it was just for the night. A woman had needs, and my body ached for release after so long untouched.

“Don’t worry, kitten, you’re mine now,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning fire along the flesh of my collarbone. “No one will harm you when you’re with me.” He dusted light kisses along my flesh and my breath caught.

“I belong to no man,” I said, even though my body wanted to belong to him for the night. It ached for pleasure, and after so long, I wanted to know the touch of a very sinful demon.

The more time I spent with him, the more he sucked me under his spell, and this time it had nothing to do with the application of magick. I liked his lightheartedness, the way he never took anything personally or held a grudge. It was a refreshing change from stuffy princes, demanding warlords, rude and rich landowners, or scheming hunter competitors. Trust and friendship were certainly off the cards, but so long as he remained respectful, gentlemanly, and kept his trickery to a minimum, then we’d get along just fine. I didn’t anticipate needing to stay longer than a night, maybe two. In the meantime, we could enjoy each other’s company and take pleasure from one another with nothing binding us together. After the arousal caused by the handsome wolf shifter, I had an itch that need scratching, and Vice was the demon to do it.

“What will it be, kitten? Domination or submission?” The demon materialized a long chain with leather cuffs on each end. “I don’t mind. It’s all pleasure. Take your pick.”

I coughed and spluttered. “I’m not being tied up.” He could do anything to me. Hurt me. Cut me. Leave me his sex slave.

“Good girls get fucked.” He zapped me onto the bed on all fours and slapped my ass, hard. He soothed the resulting sting with a few light strokes then a cup of my globe. The crazy, lustful wench in me bucked, demanding more. My rational, sane side, yelped and scrambled away to the edge of the bed. “Bad girls get punished.”

Punished? Hades, no.

“Stay away from me, demon.” I groped for my dagger sheath, but his magick must have stripped it from me. Worried, I scanned the room, finding it on a table by the bed. My stinging bottom groaned as I slid off the mattress to capture my dagger.

“Naughty little kitten.” Vice ignored my threat, wagging his finger at me, tilting his head, golden eyes narrowing. Wickedness was deeply rooted in his soul and nothing would change that.

Another burst of magic had me chained to his bed, leaning on the plush headboard. He tapped a long rod with leather tassels at the end on his hand.

“What’ll it be, kitten?” he crooned. “Pleasure or pain?”

By the gods, would he force himself on me? I had to make a decision here. Something to get me out of this predicament. Maybe I could switch places. Convince him that I was into this and lock him up so I could escape. One touch of his claws on my lips obliterated any objections. My undergarments seemed to have a will of their own around this covetous creature. Attached to his will, they wet at his commanding voice, slid down my thighs at his heated, languid eyes, dissolving at his whim. Not that I had the will to fight them or him. I wanted this, oh, so much. I could already tell lying with him was going to be like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Heaven, Hades, and everything in between all wrapped up in a wicked bow.

“Don’t be frightened, kitten,” he purred at me, making my own chest vibrate with the same intention. “I will make it exceptional for you. Pain, pleasure, deliriousness.”

Thrills chased across my skin at his promise. A promise my mind didn’t believe but my heart wanted to fall for. With him, I’d always be on guard and mistrustful. He was a demon, after all, and nothing would change that. Truth didn’t exist in his world. Evil and depravity were his trade, and I couldn’t forget that no matter how he fooled my body into believing his lies. I would enjoy his company for the time spent together and that was all. Nothing more. Nothing less. I’d sworn long ago never to be bested by another man, and demon fit right in there.

I was probably mad for allowing this, but I reasoned that it was only for the night. One night of intense pleasure to look back on fondly. But that was all he’d get from me. Once I earned enough gold to be on my way, I was leaving, and no slick, smooth, swaying demon would hold me back.

He trailed his fingers down the inside of my arms, and I couldn’t hold back the shivers that raked along my flesh, sprouting goosebumps in his wake. “Surrender to me, kitten. Let it go, and I promise to make you feel good. Like no other man has ever made you feel before.”

Surrender wasn’t in my vocabulary. Three men had hurt me, including my father, who’d sold me to a butcher, getting me into the hunting game in the first place. After that, I’d sworn never to let another man pull one over me.

“I am yours to pleasure, Vice.” I licked my lips. His to toy with for the night. To receive and enjoy. “Nothing more. Nothing less. I will never surrender to you.”

The demon shimmied. “I love it when you say my name all husky and thick, like you’re dying to be fucked. We’ll see what you have to say about surrender soon …”

A click of his fingers had us both naked and my legs splayed for him. My eyes roved all over the thick, corded muscle of his body as he flexed and moved, slow, sensual, designed to drive me crazy. At the carnal swish of his tail along my thighs. The growing thickness of his base. By the gods, I’d never lain with a man … demon … so large. His shaft bobbed with all the anticipation burning in my sweet spot. Hades, that would hurt when he entered me. It would stretch and test me.

Gently, he proceeded to brush the tasseled leather along my skin and made bumps pop all the way across my body. Teasing. Leaving me desperate with anticipation. The patience he demonstrated before taking me was sweet, excruciating torture. I wanted his length inside of me, stroking me. He kept examining me, his gaze burning fire trails over my body, stroking those damn sinful lips of his, making me wish they were on my body. By all accounts, he’d refuse to please me until I made myself his. Absolutely yield to his will or he’d push me to the edge and make me plead and surrender. If I went without pleasuring tonight, I’d turn into a wild, frenzied beast. The device slapped my sweet spot and left a tender sting that he attended to straight away, leaning down to soothe with a single swipe of his tongue. My hips shot up, searching for more, and he rewarded me with another scorching lick. Hades, his skin and tongue burned like the fires of Hell.

“I think I like you vertical.” Vice clicked his finger and the chains jerked my arms upright, holding them captive above me, jerking my body from the pillows.

One hand came down and clapped my ass, the other tugging at my hair, his tail punishing me between my legs, charging the nerves in both regions, heating them hotter than a red giant star. I’d never gotten to that phase in my life as a starlight, but if I had, I imagined I would burn this hot and bright. My skin stung with a pleasant heat. Nerves crackled with hunger to burst again. To be spanked. Hard. He let go of my hair and cupped my face with one hand and stroked the other side.

Vice’s hand clamped possessively on the back of my neck, lifting my face so it was almost level with his. “Do you like this, kitten? Rough?” He left a single, blazing kiss on my lips that left me senseless and begging for more. “Or do you desire gentle?” His pronged tail snaked at my backside, leisurely stroking, seeking to please.

I wanted whatever he would give me. My tongue had tied in my mouth and I could only get out a garbled response.

“Rough it is, kitten.” His wicked smiled told me he knew the effect his power had on me. How it stimulated my arousal, feasted my craving for him, controlled every inch of my passion.

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