The Demon’s Queen (A Deal With A Demon)

I know better than to accept what Eve offers me. She was almost taken from me today. She’s only here because she’s traumatized from the events of the day even though her life hasn’t been exempt from violence. If Brosh’s people had escaped with her, she wouldn’t have survived the night.

The thought has me pressing her back onto my bed and running my hand down the center of her body. The bruise on her ribs is already fading; it will be gone by morning. It’s the only evidence of what happened earlier, and yet I can’t stop myself from touching her wide hips, her thick thighs, sure that there’s some other injury I haven’t catalogued yet. “They tried to take you from me.”

Her eyes flash. “I’m not yours for someone to take.”

If only that were true. If only I’d had enough self-control to stay away from this woman who intrigued me from the moment her sorrow drew me to her. Bargainers have a nose for people who may be receptive to a deal. Years ago, roughly six months before she met Pope and everything changed for her, Eve was one of those people.

If I’d properly approached her then, if I’d offered her a contract . . .

“You’re mine now, Eve.” I palm her pussy, soft and sweet and already wet for me. “You have been since long before you signed my contract.”

She hisses out a breath that makes her breasts bounce. “It’s in your best interest to stop talking and fuck me.” She grabs my wrist and holds my hand to her heat. Some of the venom slips out of her tone. “Please, Azazel. I can’t fight with you about this right now.”

Is this harm? I’m not entirely sure, and that should be answer enough. I know what I would tell another bargainer in this situation, but I can’t seem to take my own advice. I’ve compromised my ethics again and again when it comes to Eve. Why not now as well?

I can make her feel good. I can make her forget, at least for a little while. She came to me for this. I won’t turn her away. I’ll give her exactly what she wants, even if it damns us both.

So I stop thinking. I lean down over her and kiss her roughly. Eve tastes like she always has. Like home. If I ever had to define what that means, I don’t know if I could put it into words. Maybe it’s better that I don’t.

She rises to meet me instantly, every bit of fight going into the slide of her tongue against mine, into the sharp pain of her teeth against my lower lip. She believes I’ve spent years lying to her, but the only untruth I’ve told is related to being human. All the rest was naked honesty. This is honest.

I drag my mouth over her jaw and down her throat. Her breasts are pure artistry, round and perfect and peaked with rosy nipples. I lavish one with a kiss while cupping them together and allowing my thumb claw to form so I can drag it along the lower curve of the other.

Eve whimpers. “Yes, Daddy. More.”

Daddy.

If she ever fully comprehends what that name does for me when she moans it . . . Well, best not to think about that too closely. I would love to spend hours teasing her until she’s shaking and desperate, but she won’t tolerate that right now. She needs fast and hard and rough, to settle her in her skin.

I understand. It’s what I need too.

Even so, I have no desire to hurt her, and if we move too fast, that’s exactly what will happen. Pain has its place, but only so much of it. The balm can heal a lot, but I want her to enjoy this.

Any excuse to taste her again. Every time with Eve may be my last time; I’m too greedy for every detail, every sensation. I kiss my way down her rounded stomach, nibbling at the curve in a way that makes her squeak. I press my face to the apex of her thighs and inhale deeply. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“I . . .” She shudders out a breath as I push her thighs wide. “I don’t know if I like you talking so much.”

I use my thumbs to part her folds and flick her clit with my tongue. “Want me to stop?”

“I want you to hurry up.” She reaches down to grab my horns, and it’s my turn to shudder. They’re not particularly sensitive, but there’s something about the way she wrenches my face closer to her, demanding pleasure, that sends a shiver down my spine and makes my cock so hard, it’s a wonder I don’t come on the spot.

She’s already dripping for me. I inhale again, making us both wait a beat before I cover her with my mouth and kiss her pussy just the way she likes. Eve makes a mewling noise that I’ll hear in my dreams for the rest of my life. “Oh, fuck.”

Just as her thighs tighten on either side of my head, she jerks my horns with each shiver and shake. I push one finger into her. My hands are bigger in my true form. Everything is bigger in my true form. I have to get her ready for me. I need to . . .

“Azazel.” Her heels dig into my back. “Daddy, please. I don’t want to wait anymore.” She jerks on my horns again. “Fuck me.”

I press my forehead to her lower stomach. “I’m going to hurt you.”

“Then hurt me,” she moans. “I can take it.”

I wedge a second finger into her. It’s a tight fit, her pussy pulsing around me. “Eve⁠—”

“Then let me be on top.”

I pump my fingers slowly into her, stretching her even as she soaks me to the wrist. “You came to me.”

“And now I want to come on you.” She gasps. “Azazel, please. That feels so good.”

I want the same thing she wants. I can’t pretend I don’t. “You’ll go slow,” I murmur against her heated flesh. “Promise me.”

“I promise, Daddy.”

After one last long lick, I shift us around so that I’m on my back on the bed and she’s straddling my hips. Her color is high, pink splayed across her chest. Her nipples are still glistening from my mouth. Her pussy . . .

Eve wraps her hand around my cock as best she can and shivers. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.” She shifts forward so my cock is pinned between us, rubbing herself along my length. Wet and hot and gods.

I grab her hips. “If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to come too fast.”

“That’s never been an issue before.” She doesn’t stop. Of course she doesn’t. My woman has more than a little bit of a sadistic streak. Instead, she grinds down harder and draws her finger through the pre-come I can’t contain. “Is this all for me?”

“I have a lot more for you,” I grit out.

“Good.” She has to arrange herself in a squat to rise enough to press the head of my cock to her entrance. I maintain my hold on her as she wiggles, working her way down over the head of my cock. “Damn,” Eve breathes.

“Slow.”

“Fuck off.” She laughs, the sound ragged and almost mean. It makes my balls draw up. She’s never been mean to me before. Not when I was a client. I hadn’t realized how much I’d like it. It feels honest in a way I don’t know how to describe. Eve rolls her hips, working her way down my length in fits and starts.

The urge to slam her down to the hilt is nearly overwhelming, but I’m too busy trying not to orgasm before she has a chance to take me all the way. Letting her be on top was a mistake. She’s too sexy, panting and whimpering as she works to take me. Her belly shakes with each jerk of her hips, and I want to grab her, bite her, mark her as mine in any way she’ll allow. It feels like frenzy, but I’m tense and still.

Seeing my cock spread her pussy, stretch her, get slick with her need . . .

I should close my eyes, but I can’t tear my gaze away. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby girl.”

“I know.” She doesn’t quite pull off her smirk, because her eyes are rolling back in her head. One last roll of her hips, and we’re sealed together. I press a hand to her stomach, to squeeze her there, and she whimpers. “Fuck, that feels so good, Daddy. You’re so big.”

“You take me so well,” I murmur. I stroke her clit lightly with my thumb. “You’re close.”

“Yes,” she moans. She tilts her head back, exposing the long line of her neck, and starts to ride me.

“I can tell. Now be a good girl and make yourself come on my cock.”

Each slow roll of her hips has pleasure building. She’s a fucking vision, sweat slicking her skin, her expression dreamy as she chases her own orgasm. As she uses me to do it. It’s degrading in the best way possible. I’m a tool for my queen, and fuck if it doesn’t get me off knowing that she came to me when she was in need.

No matter what else is true for the two of us, Eve trusts me on some level. We can build something from that foundation, no matter how thoroughly I’ve fucked up handling this process.

The first flutters start, and then she’s crying out, grinding down hard as she orgasms. “Azazel.” My name on her lips is barely more than a whisper, but it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

I can’t hold out any longer. I dig my heels into the bed and thrust up into her. I’m not so far gone as to be rough with her, but I’m not as gentle as I want to be. I grip her hips and bounce her on my cock, again and again, and then I’m coming in great spurts, filling her and then overfilling her, my seed sliding down her thighs and all over my lap.

I sit up and pull her close. Eve shivers in my arms, her eyes still closed. “Fuck, Daddy, I think you broke me.”

“You did so well,” I murmur against her temple while I stroke her spine. “You were perfect.” I’m still half-hard inside her, but she can’t take me again. She needs something else right now.

I reach over without looking and dig through my nightstand until I come up with the balm I keep there. It’s good for a number of uses—like healing the bruise on her ribs—but it was created a very long time ago by a witch who took one of my people for a lover. The size difference can be a boon, but she wasn’t a fan of the soreness that prevented her from having her lover as often as she craved.

Eve winces as I ease her off my cock. Her eyes flutter open. “Fuck, maybe you really did break me.”

“I’ll make it better.” I lay her down on my bed and take a moment to soak in every detail. The way her skin glistens. Her pussy, a complete mess from my cock. Best of all, her relaxed expression. None of the tension that rode her so strongly remains in evidence.

I mean to keep it that way.

She frowns a little when I kneel between her thighs. “I don’t think I can take anymore. I’m going to be feeling you for a week.”

“Trust me.” I dip a single finger into the balm, coating it fully, and then press it into her.

She winces again, but the healing takes hold almost immediately. Eve’s frown eases, and she shakes her head slowly. “Oh. That’s good. That’s really good.”

“I think you’ve got one more in you, baby girl. I mean to have it.”