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  THE DEMON’S SEDUCTION

  A Demons Unleashed Erotic Novella

  by

  Lisa Alder

  Copyright

  2011 by Lisa Alder

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead, or places, events, or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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  Dark, haunting and sexy, THE DEMON'S BARGAIN is one treat of a tale....

  4 out of 5 stars from The Romance Reviews!

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  The Demon's Bargain is a very hot torrid read....

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  Dedication

  As an author, my goal for myself is to grow with each manuscript I write.

  As an author, my goal for my readers is to entertain.

  Hopefully, I achieved both.

  This book was a bit of a departure from a traditional romance. But as we all know, love comes in many varieties. I hope that I was able to do justice to those who choose a less traditional path.

  The Demon's Seduction: The Background

  Ten years after escaping their prison, the Demon's battle against the evil Fae continued to rage on. The Fae had stepped up their attacks on the Demons in the last few months, aggressively attacking and searching for Demon weaknesses.

  The Demons needed the light and power of the Moon while the Fae drew strength from the Sun. Both Demon and Fae drew power from human emotion.

  But the Demons have recently discovered a new and powerful weapon in their ongoing battle. Love.

  As the Demon of Seduction, Zepar thinks making a human fall in love with him is going to be easy. Turns out, not as easy as he thought....

  PROLOGUE

  The Demon of Seduction lounged in the cushioned chair near the fire and swirled a glass of aged scotch. He stared contemplatively into the flames as the first sip burned a fiery path down his throat.

  His world was changing, yet again.

  Both Demon and Fae drew power from human emotion. But Demons had discovered a mighty weapon against the Fae. The Fae might believe they were winning, but they were wrong. The Demons had a new secret defense.

  Love. The emotion of love transformed their energy and made them stronger.

  So now, every Demon was tasked with finding the love of a human. Even he, the Demon of Seduction, must find a mate.

  Zepar smiled. He was the Demon of Seduction. How hard could it be to make a human fall in love with him?

  ONE

  One month later

  “I need a woman.” Zepar, the Demon of Seduction, lounged in the large wing chair, one leg thrown over the arm of the chair, legs splayed wide, his well-endowed cock cupped lovingly by fine leather breeches.

  Thalia perched in the other large chair across from him and stared.

  She was one of the Graces, his personal pet name for the three human women who were available for the lesser Demons. Normally he considered her a seductive, sexual being.

  The sheer panels draped over her lithe body left little to the imagination. The dusky peach of her areola was clearly visible through the fine fabric. Her erect nipples pebbled against the gathered fabric like a beacon, flashing touch me, touch me.

  The perfect bow of her peach lips usually curved into a subtle smile as if she had a secret she wouldn’t share. The thick fringe of her lashes framed smoky eyes the color of granite. Her features were serene, mysterious, and seductive.

  It was why he’d chosen her for the Graces.

  She exuded sexuality and well, grace.

  But right now, her lush body screamed annoyance, not sex.

  “Let me make sure I understand you correctly.” Her voice was soft but he heard the recrimination. “You want me to be your pimp?”

  “Pimp is such an ugly word,” he purred, flooding his voice with sexual heat.

  “Don’t use that voice on me.” Her spine got even stiffer. The move unexpectedly jutted her breasts forward. The tease.

  “I’d prefer the word procure.” Zepar’s gaze had snagged on her cleavage.

  Thalia snapped her fingers at him. “Hello. Don’t talk to my breasts. I’m up here.”

  Zepar lazily returned his gaze to her face. “But they are such lovely breasts.” He swirled the scotch in the snifter and turned on all of his charm.

  “Why do you want me to find you women?”

  Zepar frowned and tried to keep his posture nonchalant, but he was actually very uptight. “I don’t seem to be doing a very good job of it.”

  Only the top echelon of Demon leaders knew about their newfound power source, love. The Demons were closely guarding the secret. The Fae had recently attempted to infiltrate the Demon stronghold through human women, and Thalia was human. As much as Zepar would like to, he couldn't trust Thalia with that information.

  The elegant curve of her neck was marred by the straight set of her head as she stared at him, her eyes narrowed and mouth pursed tightly. Oddly, he couldn’t ever see her thoughts. She had the unusual ability to lock her mind up tighter than a virgin’s ass.

  Zepar swallowed the temptation to confide in Thalia.

  She was his favorite.

  This past month, Zepar had screwed as many humans as possible and then retreated to Thalia's company. When he was with her, he was immersed in a well of peace. Somehow she managed to soothe and arouse him all at the same time.

  “You have a gift for finding the right woman.” Which was true. She’d been very adept at finding women that would appeal to the Demons of the castle.

  “So you’re ordering me?” She stood abruptly. The panels of her short dress swirled around her ass, the sheer fabric playing peek-a-boo with the curls that protected her sex.

  “If you want to put it that way-yes.” His cock lay flaccid in his breeches as he contemplated going to look for another woman.

  “Fine.” Thalia strode towards the doorway, the swish and glide of her legs drawing his attention. “I have an appointment and then I’ll start looking."

  A sudden spear of jealousy stabbed through him. “With who?”

  Her features settled into a porcelain mask. “Why do you want to know?”

  Zepar paused, the snifter halfway to his lips as he noted the small quaver in her voice. She'd sounded hurt, and he couldn't help but wonder, Why?

  Anything to distract him from the real problem at hand.

  Humans were not falling in love with him.

  The fight against the Fae was escalating. The entire Demon castle was on edge, as if waiting for the Fae’s next volley in their ongoing struggle. He had been trolling the local village for the last few weeks. His cock was literally sore from all of the sex he’d engaged in and still not one woman had fallen in love with him.

  The Demons needed all the power they could get. And as they’d recently discovered, love generated more power than the full moon.

  “I would know that the Demons are treating you well.”

  “Rest assured, I am fucked well.” The harsh tone of her voice w
as at odds with the absolutely still mask of her face.

  Then she let him into her thoughts. A sudden vision of another Demon fucking her, those killer legs wrapped around a Demon’s waist, as the male pounded in and out of her body, flashed through his mind. His cock stirred, but he suddenly wanted that Demon to be him. Even though Thalia was reserved for the Lesser Demons. And therefore, off limits.

  “Who?” he demanded.

  “If you must know, Prince Gaap and Barbas asked me to spend time with Leraye.”

  Hope zipped through him. “Has his condition changed?”

  “No.”

  Leraye, the Demon of Battle, had been frozen in some sort of stasis since Prince Gaap’s battle with the Fae. So far they had been unable to break the spell that had rendered him a statue. Barbas, the Demon of Healing, had tried to no avail to break the curse.

  Every day his friend remained frozen, Zepar's hope that Leraye would reanimate dwindled.

  “So what do you do?”

  Images from her mind assaulted him. Thalia caressing the statue. Thalia licking the solidified form of Leraye. Thalia curling around Leraye’s frozen body.

  His cock strained against the placket of his breeches as the images suddenly shut off.

  “Would you care to watch as well?” she taunted.

  Zepar frowned, unsure where this sudden animosity from Thalia came from. She had always been more biddable.

  Thalia whirled around, her back stiff as she hurried toward the exit. “I’ll be back with a woman for you later.”

  Zepar thought of the increasingly aggressive attacks from the Fae. He didn’t want anything to happen to Thalia. “Let me know when you are ready to go into the village. I’ll come with you.”

  She paused at the doorway, her body wooden. “Is that necessary?”

  “I do believe it is.”

  “As you wish.”

  TWO

  Thalia marched toward the Demon of Battle Leraye’s room. The urge to kick something burned strong.

  She was an idiot. Lusting after Zepar, the Demon of Seduction, was a bad idea. On a badness scale from one to ten, it measured a billion and one.

  For starters, he was off limits. The Graces were only to serve the Lesser Demons. Lords, Dukes and Princes were reserved for the aristocracy of Female Demons.

  When she’d signed on to be a Grace, she hadn’t thought beyond the fact that she’d have a roof over her head and food in her stomach. She’d always liked sex. Loved sex. And she had no other skills. She didn’t want to work on farms or in the village for a pittance.

  Her family was dead. All gone. Here, she was pampered and taken care of. So the trade-off of sex for shelter had seemed like a bargain. She couldn’t even complain, because Demons after being imprisoned for thousands of years beneath the Earth’s crust, seemed to have a far greater appreciation for the female form than the average human male.

  They often took hours pleasuring her, and tended to be very tactile in their pursuit of the physical feast of the flesh.

  They straight-up loved sex. And they loved women.

  Most of the time, she considered it a win-win.

  But lately, she wanted more.

  And the only one she seemed to want more with was Zepar.

  He, however, was clueless. He also seemed to be on a quest to fuck as many women as he possibly could. Ever since his two friends, Vetis and Gaap, had hooked up with human mates, Zepar had been insatiable.

  But as she’d sat across from him, she couldn’t help but notice that he looked tired. And not all that satisfied.

  The anger that had carried her through her meeting with him came back. She’d sat there, fighting the urge to lick his bicep every time he’d raised that glass to his lips. And then lick the scotch from his sensuous mouth.

  She’d been so distracted by his physical presence that she’d barely heard his request. Her body literally melted every time she saw him lately. Her core softened, her nipples stood at attention as if he were their commander, and her mouth watered with the possibility of getting her lips on his body and on the massive cock cupped by his breeches.

  It was crazy.

  She was crazy.

  Besides the fact that technically he was off limits, he didn’t want her.

  She knew that, and even so, lately it had been hard to hold back from him the images of what she wanted.

  Thalia pushed open the door to Leraye’s chamber. He sat in his throne chair in the corner near the window, facing the sea. When he’d been frozen, he’d been sitting in a tree. They had cut off his clothing and armor to search for any wound or place on his body where the spell had touched his body. But there were no unusual marks.

  His naked body was beautiful and scarred from years of battle. Ridges of muscle lined his stomach and his arms and legs were corded with strength, every muscle tensed as if he’d been about to attack. The bold slash of his nose, the strong line of his jaw, and the curve of his brow were locked in harsh, unforgiving concentration. His shaved head and fierce, shockingly light blue eyes hadn’t changed since they’d brought him home.

  “Hello, Leraye.” Thalia had no idea if he could hear her. But it had been a month since Prince Gaap had returned with the statue, and she thought their hope of him actually re-animating was slim.

  In an odd way, he’d become her confidant.

  Thalia put her arm around the cool, marble-like shoulders of Leraye and slid onto the statue’s lap.

  "He asked me to find him a woman." She nuzzled the cool flesh behind his solid ear and wished for the warm and comforting embrace from a real Demon. Flesh and blood. Real. Not just one who came to her in her dreams or fueled her imagination.

  But the simple affectionate caress did nothing for her. With every nuzzle, every swish of her hair against the inanimate form of Leraye, her anger at Zepar grew. Damn him.

  Damn him for asking her to find him women. And damn him for not realizing there was a woman right in front of him who wanted him.

  Thalia slipped the shoulder straps free and let her gown fall to her waist. Shifting so that she straddled the cold lap statue of Leraye, she pressed her mound up against his frozen crotch. The feel of him, cool and impersonal against her most sensitive skin was less of a turn-on and more of annoyance.

  "I wish that you would come back to life and spear me with your cock." For she knew a secret that the rest of the castle seemed oblivious to. Leraye had wanted Zepar just as much as she had. They were oddly united in their unrequited love of the same Demon.

  As if she could force Leraye to respond, Thalia rubbed her erect nipples over the shockingly cold planes of his chest and tried to stimulate some sort of pleasure. It was crazy. She had another appointment later in the day. She would feel the hard, bold thrust of a Demon cock inside her within hours.

  But lately those encounters left her feeling emptier than ever.

  Even more frustrating, the sexual liaisons had been rare, with many of the Demons leaving the castle to find female flesh in the outside world. And she had no idea why. She feared they were growing tired of her. Where would she go if the Demons cast her out?

  A sudden breeze of cool air blew through the room. Thalia shivered as she felt the presence of another. She should be embarrassed, half-naked and pressed up against an inanimate object. Instead, her sex creamed as the distinctive scent of Zepar flowed through the silent chamber.

  He must have cloaked himself in glamour because she couldn't see him, only feel his presence. She sensed Zepar as he lingered near the window. So he wanted to watch, did he?

  Well then, she would put on a show.

  Thalia leaned back along Leraye’s thighs until her breasts thrust up into the chilly air. Her nipples rose like mountain peaks and begged for a mouth upon them. The position lay her out like a visual feast and gave Zepar full view of what she was doing with Leraye's statue.

  Thalia lifted her legs and wrapped her calves around Leraye’s neck. Her ass was snug against his marble stomach, her pus
sy wide open, and his frozen semi-erect rod nestled between her butt cheeks.

  The panels of her tunic draped around her waist, so that her nether lips and her breasts were bared to the air. Thalia cupped her breasts and imagined Zepar’s rough, callused fingers against her skin. She squeezed but the gesture gave no pleasure. She wanted Zepar’s hands on her flesh.

  With an almost vicious gesture, she plucked at her nipples feeling the answering twang deep in her womanhood. She made sure Zepar could see everything as she worked her body. She willed him to reveal himself. But he stayed hidden.

  Instead he watched like a voyeur.

  With one hand she continued to play lazily with her nipples and the other slid into the nest of her curls. Stroking the lips of her nether region, she imagined Zepar’s hand there instead of her own and finally her body began to respond. Slick arousal coated her fingers as her sex awakened and began to roil.

  She shifted to grip Leraye’s marble wrists and twisted her cunt against the statue. Each rub brought a measure of relief but the it was short-lived. She needed more.

  Thalia moaned, never pulling her gaze from the spot where Zepar watched as she slammed her body up against Leraye’s frozen form. With each thrust, her breasts bounced and her swollen mound and pubis hit the statue in succession, stimulating her. She ached for the thick staff of Zepar’s cock as she rubbed against Leraye.

  It wasn’t Zepar’s body, but this moment was likely as close as she would ever get to him.

  Thalia hooked her ankles around Leraye’s neck and thrust against him repeatedly, reaching, grasping for satisfaction. Finally her orgasm boiled over and she tumbled into a haze of sexual relief.

  She shifted her attention to Leraye, and dismissed Zepar from her mind. “I hope this gave you some pleasure, my Lord.” She wondered if anything she did ever penetrated Leraye’s consciousness. Hopefully not.

  Thalia sat up and re-fastened the panels at her shoulders. She placed a gentle kiss against Leraye’s cool, pale lips. Then she whispered against Leraye's mouth, her voice full of regret, “We are both left wanting what we cannot have.”