Suddenly summoned, p.18
Suddenly Summoned, page 18
part #1 of Faustian Curse Series
He hummed in thought. I kept my lips parted as his fingers pressed on my slick tongue, sampling the texture. Then he explored further, brushing the sides of my cheeks. Drool slipped from my mouth and slid down my chin. My breathing picked up and I uncurled my fingers on his chest. The hard swell of his muscles were underneath my palms.
Why was I just letting him inside my mouth? I knew why. God, I knew it. I swallowed and his fingers crept further down my tongue, following the trail to my throat. I squinted my eyes as his fingers dug inside me.
I tried to tell him to stop but he ignored my garbled words and kept going until I gagged. He hummed again and removed his fingers. Spit coated my chin.
“What keeps her from biting it off?” My eyes flew to his while I wiped my chin.
“What?
“Seems easy enough for you to bite down.” I looked at him in confusion. He was completely unphased by what had just happened. He sighed. “Is this book all made up? I cannot believe anyone would stick their dick in a mouth.” His lips curled up slightly in disgust.
“I, uh, what?” I stuttered in a haze of confusion. I looked down at myself, pressed into him and scurried backwards. Embarrassment and shame whipped across me. He hadn’t been curious about actual sex. He had been curious about why anyone would agree to oral sex. Oh my god.
I shook my head and tried to hide my red cheeks. I was so stupid. He hated me and here I was literally slobbering over him. I’d let him gag me with his fingers! I’m such a freaking idiot! I stomped over to my desk and flopped back in the chair. Who cares if he reads the stupid smut? Obviously, I was the only pervert in here. Small miracles, I guess.
“She doesn’t bite down because she doesn’t want to hurt him. She wants to give him pleasure. What good would biting his cock off do? Then she couldn’t enjoy it.” I explained this all while hunched over my book so I didn’t face him. “It’s called foreplay,” I grumbled. “I can’t believe I’m teaching a demon about sex,” I huffed.
“Foreplay…” He said curiously. I sighed and stared daggers at the wall in front of me.
“Yes, it makes the sex better and get’s each person ready for…” I grimaced and looked back down at my book. “Penetration.” He hummed deeply again and remained silent. I darted a glance over my shoulder and saw he had resumed reading his book. I grimaced and turned back around, ready to tackle more translating.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Dinner is served,” Salmon said, placing two trays on our concrete dining table. The plastic clinked as it hit the table and he proceeded to shuffle toward the exit, where a guard waited with a small rolling cart laden with additional trays.
“You serve?” I asked, surprised to keep seeing him pop up.
“Just started today. Fancy meeting you here. Been wondering where they popped you off to. Have to say, Beauty, I think you may be lucky.” He winked while walking backwards from the room.
“Wait, guard,” I called out to Salmon’s escort. “How long are we here for? A day? More?” He frowned at me. I moved towards the exit to get closer and his face hardened in an instant, painted with immediate violence. My step faltered and I froze.
“Stay on your beds when the door is open,” he barked before slamming the door and glaring at me through the little window. What did he think I was going to do? What the Hell! I hated these reminders of how I was just a subclass person. Couldn’t even try and talk to someone without being labeled a troublemaker and threatened with punishment.
I groaned and flopped down at the table. My mind and eyes were tired from working on translations all day. After eating dinner I promised myself a break despite how eager I was to know everything Henrietta had to say.
Abrax raced to the bench on the opposite side of the table from me. He moved with such speed he blurred. My eyes widened. He didn’t often move like that.
“Fucking loaf,” I grumbled before shoving the tray towards Abrax. I snatched the orange off the tray and began peeling it. It wasn’t even one of those delicious easy-peel tangerine types. Just an unripe, discount orange. Which was practically a gourmet item in here.
Abrax smiled down at the loaves. He always loved it when they were served because everyone else found them inedible and they got handed off to him.
“You never told me if you’re still the “Alpha” of the werewolves.” Abrax picked up the loaf with two hands and began taking big bites. He shrugged.
“I was never really the Alpha, per se. I just demanded to be their leader and no one had the stupidity to fight me. They were clearly upset with the setup but they couldn't do anything about it.” He smirked, naturally. Overpowering and strong-arming a group of werewolves to do your bidding would be pleasing to him, wouldn’t it?
“What was the point?” I eyed his orange as I shoved a segment of mine in my mouth.
“They are learning the guard routines for me among any other pertinent information. I will get that information once we are released here.” I looked around the room like people were hiding in the corners listening.
“For the escape?” I asked quietly from the edge of my seat. He grunted a response. “So it's happening? You have a plan?” He shrugged and picked up the second loaf, having finished the first. His mouth opened and I looked at the sharp points of his teeth. Yeah, I wouldn’t stick something in his mouth. No wonder he didn’t believe it.
“Not really a plan. Can you swim?”
“Are you asking if I can swim five miles in choppy, frigid waters?”
“Yes.”
“No, I can’t.” He continued giving the second loaf his attention. A piece fell off on the table and he quickly snatched it up and tossed it in his mouth. Yuck.
“Can you hold on to me then?” The idea of being tossed around on the horrible water surrounding this island made me feel sick. It sounded like torture. Cold, requiring immense stamina (not even to swim it but just to hold on to Abrax), and overall uncomfortable. Water would splash in my face constantly, making it hard to breathe. I wanted to say no but what choice was there? He was talking about freedom!
“I think so,” I said with more confidence than I had. I’d have to hold on. It would be trying but afterwards, I was free.
“Swimming will be easier than flying.” He threw the last bite of the loaf in his mouth then tossed his orange to me. How did he even know I wanted it, I wondered. He hadn’t even looked up from his disgusting loaves the entire time.
I didn’t know what to make of this escape plan. Obviously, he was giving it some actual thought. He was serious even if he didn’t feel particularly rushed.
I began peeling the orange and now that he was done with his meal he just sat there watching me. I frowned.
“Aren’t you going to go back to reading your porn?” He crossed his arms over his chest. His biceps bulged.
“I have finished.” His eyes dipped below my face and cataloged my body.
“Stop that.” His eyebrows curved questioningly.
“No,” he said with a smirk. Quickly, I shoveled the rest of the orange in my mouth and did my best to wipe my hands off on the thick material of my pants.
“Then how about you explain the powers better to me?” His smirk disappeared.
“You know as much as me.”
“No, I don’t,” I sighed. “Is it fire? Will I heal better all the time now? Can I access it whenever I want?” Abrax scratched the back on his head.
“Really, I do not know.” I frowned before darting back to the desk to work on more translations. Then I remembered I’d promised myself a break. I leaned back in the chair and sighed. My head tipped back, resting on the chair back as I eyed the ceiling. There were yellow water stains in the corner and middle. I wondered if the place had mold that would drive us insane.
A dark shadow covered my face and I swallowed. Abrax had stepped right behind me, his body towering over mine. Again his face was hard to see from the overhead light behind him. He looked like a dark silhouette. Like a nefarious creature in the night that snuck into my room to terrorize me. I frowned.
“What?” I asked. In response, he shoved his hands under my arms. I squeaked and then screamed as he lifted me effortlessly from the chair and flung me across the room. I floated, sailing across the room. My eyes widened as I watched the room flash by me. Abrax blurred into motion, faster than me.
I thought he was going to catch me or something. A sick type of toss the human game he’d just invented. Instead, I smacked on to the top of his bed and oofed. He was sitting up on his knees there and waited for me to begin flailing on the scratchy yellow blanket before he flipped me on my back.
I glared at him with as much anger as possible but he wasn’t bothering to give my reaction the time of day. His hands shot out towards the front of my shirt. Panic shot through me as his rough fingers began digging my buttons open.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked as my hands curled around his forearms. His arms were like solid rock. There was no way I could ever hope to stop him. That was evident by my hands grabbing and pushing on him with no noticeable effect. None at all.
“I am curious about your body.” He worked with speed as each button was quickly relieved its duty. He was undressing me too fast for my mind to catch up and ground itself.
“No!” His eyebrows rose and his eyes flicked to me. His hands, however, finished the last button and he flung the fabric of my shirt wide, revealing the white tee shirt beneath.
“Why?” He was at least asking, but it was hard to stay calm as his hands dove where my undershirt had ridden up. His warm, calloused fingers smoothed gently over my midriff. I sucked in a breath and pressed my feet into the mattress, pushing myself higher on his bed and out from underneath him. He stayed where he had been, frowning down at his hands now hovering in empty air.
“You can’t just take off my clothes! You can't just explore me as you please!” His hands latched around my thighs and nearly ensconced the entire thing. He tugged me back down, my hair stretched above my head. His eyes caught on to the yellow color.
“Why?”
“Holy fuck,” I cursed. I had never been a big curser before all this but it was growing on me more and more. Right now, it called for it because right now, I had to teach an amoral demon boundaries. “It’s...I’m…” I stumbled. It was hard getting all my thoughts organized as he quirked an eyebrow and rested his hands back on the exposed skin near my hips. His hands dragged up, under the white shirt. I felt the fabric lifting over my stomach as his hands smoothed over my skin. Touching it in curiosity.
My heart rate sped up. My breathing too. He looked so domineering and strong over top of me and he was eliciting a growing curiosity inside me too. Not innocent, I reminded myself. Though, was he innocent right now? He said he was curious after I mentioned the smut. What exactly was he aiming for?
That question slithered through my mind like a powerful snake. The type of thing I wanted to reach out and touch but that would bite. Sink its fangs into my skin and leave an ugly wound. That was what my attraction to Abrax was in my mind.
My shirt was just under my breasts. Abrax’s fingers gently dug into the shape of my ribs. He followed the sweeping lines of them. I swallowed and tried to ignore the growing ache inside me. The dark desire to play with the snake.
“It’s taking what’s mine,” I blurted. “My body is mine. A lot of humans treat it as their most precious treasure.” A demon could understand that analogy, right? I’m sure they were likely greedy, domineering beasts that didn’t like people touching their things. Abrax halted his exploration, frowning. He sat back on the heels of his feet.
“I am touching, not taking,” he said to me. He looked over my face and then smirked. “You must be curious too, Callista Faust.” His smirk grew into a devilish smile.
“Um…” My god, what was he suggesting. He leaned forward and pressed his hands in the bed next to me. His silky, black hair hung down as he hovered over top of me.
“You can touch me too,” he rumbled. My body clenched. This was a double-edged sword. I was curious, so very terribly curious that my fingers had been itching to run my hands over every part of him. My eyes had been pleading for another, longer look at the entirety of him. It wasn’t all just sick attraction though. Part of it was the same curiosity I’d always had for demons.
I spent many years imagining all the fine details of demons. Drawing them, seeing them in my mind, dreaming of them. Nightmares and yet also less frightening dreams as well.
I reached out my arm and rubbed the edge of his hair between my fingers. It was as soft as I had imagined. Like threads of silk spun for enjoyment.
“Do other demons have hair?”
“Not really. Some are furred.” I arched my back to reach higher, my fingers touched his scalp and I dragged my fingers through his hair. He grunted and looked down at my body, taking my petting as an agreement to his deal. My fingers trailed over his ear and then I swooped my hand up his forehead, inching towards his horns. They’d grown a little, since being cut. My fingertips grazed the rough lines from the tool that cut them.
Abrax wasn’t interested in my hair or face though. He’d pet my hair enough times already to have no curiosity there. His fingers dug under the fabric of my shirt and cheap prison bra and tugged the fabric up over my breasts. I hissed and attempted to cover myself with my arms.
“You agreed,” he said in agitation.
“That’s private though.”
“Private?” He sighed. “You said your entire body is private.”
“Yes but some parts more than others.”
“You agreed,” he grumbled and I gritted my teeth. “This is a fair trade. You can touch me anywhere as well.”
“Maybe I don’t want to touch you everywhere!” He shrugged and pried each arm away from my chest.
“This is what interests me. I do not care what interests you.” I darted my hands towards the edge of his shirt and trailed my fingers up his stomach. I was trying to give what he dealt out. Perhaps show him how invasive it was. His muscles tensed under my fingers and he frowned but did nothing. His eyes latched on to my breasts and then he traced his finger from the top down to the center of my breast. His finger trailed over the bump of my hard nipple and kept going, cascading all the way to the bottom. Wicked heat followed his touch, creating a buzzing ache in my chest.
“Is every part of you soft. The more I touch, the softer you get.” I glared because it felt like such a loaded question. I also glared because I was gritting my teeth against the tantalizing ache he was creating without thought.
“You read that book,” I said shakily. “You know you’re touching me in...special places.” It’s dangerous, I wanted to add. He was making my body react to his attention. His black pits trailed over my chest and then he roughly grabbed a breast and squeezed. A little noise came from my throat, which he ignored.
“Those are the most curious parts. Humans are so sensitive and soft.” My fingers twitched on his abs. I gritted my teeth against the pressure of his gripping hand.
“That hurts,” I said swallowing. He snorted in disbelief but released me. Then he did something worse. His thumb brushed across my nipple, back and forth, feeling the texture.
“Ugh,” I choked out when really I wanted to purr in growing need. This wasn’t really what I had expected when he said a fair exchange of touching each other. He was solely focused on sexual areas like a teenage boy. I wanted him to stop. This was going too far. It would make things worse for me. I wanted to move past my sick sexual curiosity, not let it grow and fester inside until it defined me.
I dug my fingers into his pants. The elastic stretched and my hands dove down.
“This is okay then, right?” I asked through gritted teeth as his eyes widened slightly. Which must have meant he was pretty shocked because normally he hid all his reactions behind a blank face. Before I could think too much about it I dug deeper until my hand grazed his cock. I inhaled through my teeth and wondered if this was the stupidest idea I’d ever had. Well, other than trading my soul for a demon to kill my entire coven and get us landed in prison for life.
His jaw ticked and his eyes narrowed at me.
“Of course that is what makes you curious,” he grumbled but didn't move. Now I was in a precarious precipe. Perched atop the tipping point of a mountain. On one side, I fished my hand back from his pants and cursed myself for being so idiotic. On the other side I let myself touch him. Let myself explore the length of his cock. Could I make him hard? He didn’t seem to like the idea of sex. Especially with me.
With his smooth cock still in hand, I sat there like a deer in the headlights. He seemed to have rolled his eyes.
“Go ahead,” he sighed. My lips peeled back from my teeth in shock and horror. Despite that my hand moved. I elongated my fingers down his shaft and slowly touched the length of him. He had foreskin that blanketed the head of his penis. I breathed out harshly, afraid one wrong move would bring this all crumbling down.
I was currently suspending all thought while I touched him briefly. I didn't want to think too much about it. Too much about why I was touching him. I looked down to where my hand disappeared as Abrax held himself up on his arms and legs above me.
“Here,” he moved to sit up and I gripped him, not letting him go. He frowned. “I can remove the pants.”
“No,” I barked. That would be too much. I couldn’t handle his naked cock right over me. Especially since I was practically half-naked myself. I might be a colossal idiot for feeding my curiosity right now, but I wasn’t completely stupid. I did not want us naked together as we touched each other.
I circled my hand around his shaft and slowly tugged. Just feeling, I told myself. Which was a lie. I wanted him to get hard. I needed to know what it felt like. If it was even possible. My eyes trailed up his defined torso currently tucked away behind his prison garb, as I gave him another, more focused tug from base to hilt.
I felt like there was some joke to be had here. He’d called me soft all over. He was hard all over except here of course. So far. My eyes dragged across his brutal jaw and defined lips as I gave another lengthy rub. He was taking a break from accosting me to let me have my turn it seemed.
