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  Then they came in unison, their cum squirting between her legs. Trapped between the two large males, the scent brought back the horror of her wedding night.

  She wanted to weep all over again for the loss of her innocence.

  She nearly ached with the wave of pain rolling through her. For a moment, Amara had thought perhaps she would feel pleasure. Perhaps she was not broken on the inside.

  Instead she looked up into Vetis’s cool dark face. A knowing smile quirked his mouth, as if he knew what she was going to ask. Hope blossomed in her stomach and spread out to warm her body as their sexing hadn’t been able to. Could her night be over so easily? “I’ve had my night of pleasure.”

  “Not even close.”

  As their hot wet seed ran down the inside of her thighs in a slow insistent trickle, hope bled out of her heart.

  Chapter Five

  Vetis invaded her mind, needing to know what caused the slump in her shoulders, and he found defeat had shrouded her thoughts.

  Their sexual encounter left him surprisingly unfulfilled.

  Misery stiffened her muscles and he knew what he must do. He loosened his grip on Zepar’s ass and pressed his chest against her torso. He planted the suggestion of a deep healing sleep in her mind.

  With a graceful swoon, she fell into his body.

  “What’s this all about?” Zepar asked as they carried her over to the giant four poster bed.

  From a warming bucket by the bed, he extracted two steaming cleanse cloths. He tossed one to Zepar and with the other rubbed the damp fabric over his naked still semi-erect form.

  Vetis watched the sweet Amara sleep. If only the interlude had been more pleasurable for all involved.

  Zepar continued, “Not that I’m unhappy or unwilling to have a little fun now and again. But that was not our usual sport.”

  True. Their usual was varied and prolonged with willing partners who would accommodate their baser natures.

  “This kind of seduction isn’t a slam bam event.” Vetis studied her with contemplation, watching the rise of her chest with each deep inhale. Even in sleep her breasts were full and tempting. The cloth a pleasant friction against his still sensitive member, he squeezed just a little harder. “This kind of corruption will take finesse, planning, and...knowledge.”

  And he knew just where to get his knowledge. Vetis pumped his cock a little harder. “After all, she is an innocent.”

  Zepar cleaned his own body while he studied Vetis. “That was not the image I pulled from your mind.”

  “She was forced.” He shot the cloth into the laundry bin with vehemence.

  “What a waste.” Zepar wiped the cleansing cloth over the dried semen on her thighs, cleaning her gently. “This body is a gift to be treasured and worshiped, not abused.”

  Vetis nodded his absolute agreement.

  Gods, when she had begun to flush, just the hint of arousal sweeping over her fair skin, Vetis had nearly crowed with triumph. His cock hardened at the memory. He gripped his growing erection and began to pump in earnest.

  She was turning out to be far more fun than he’d imagined.

  He wanted her mouth on his cock with her cheeks smiling. He wanted to take her from behind and pound into her perfect ass. He let the images of the things he would do to her play through his mind. The liberties he would take when she was willing.

  “What are you thinking about?” Zepar lounged on the chair near the bed. His cock lay flaccid against his stomach. Abuse always wilted him.

  They’d been imprisoned for thousands of years with no privacy. Zepar knew exactly how close he was to finishing. They knew each other’s habits and secrets.

  “How hard I’m going to fuck her.” Vetis leaned against the column adorning the fireplace. Firelight played across her curves. He cupped his balls in one hand and imagined fucking her glorious breasts. He pictured her on her hands and knees while he rammed into her rounded ass and she screamed in pleasure. Vetis increased the pace as his cum began to rise.

  “When she is ready,” Zepar said fiercely.

  Gods, he wanted her to be ready now. Ready for the slick heat of her cunt to welcome his cock and drench him with liquid desire. Ready for his balls to slap against her perfect pussy.

  The vision was too much for him. He came with a muffled shout. Semen spurted from his cock, leaving him senseless as his cum sprayed out over the firewood. With a hiss, the flames released the scent of his semen into the air.

  “When she’s ready.” Vetis used another warm cloth to clean off his fading erection and glanced back at his friend.

  Zepar hovered over Amara and silently offered his protection while she slept. “She really is truly delectable,” he murmured.

  “Her husband thought to trade her for his debt.” Vetis snorted. “Idiot.”

  “And where is the husband now?” Zepar’s muscles rippled as he stood, ready to do battle for her honor, to deliver retribution, despite his lack of clothing.

  “In the dungeon.” Vetis replied. “I’m about to pay the man a visit. Would you care to join me?”

  “I wouldn’t miss it.”

  ***

  Vetis mentally cringed as they tread down the stairs to the dungeon.

  After being imprisoned for centuries below the earth, trapped between tectonic plates, closed in and dark places were his least favorite places to be.

  Ten years of freedom could not erase thousands of incarceration.

  “It is...not a pleasant place.” Zepar commented about the narrow steps that lead down below the Earth.

  Vetis’s footsteps slowed. “Bearable.” The peat torches flickered casting shadows over the weathered and ancient stone. Fire slithered up the limestone blocks and then extinguished in a puff.

  “At least there is hope of leaving, which we did not have.” His friend paused, and flattened his palm against the old stone as if the walls could speak. The Demons had rebuilt the former ruins into a living, working fortress then covered the abbey in a decrepit glamour. From outside the circle of their magick, the castle still looked like a ruin.

  “True.”

  “So what is the plan?”

  Vetis tread slowly, deliberately clicking his boots on the stone, as if the noise would ward off their enemies. “Information.”

  “What kind?”

  “I need to know what has been done to her.” Vetis said, “The challenge is to get her to have one night of pleasure.”

  Zepar stopped dead. “How is that corruption? It sounds more like my job.”

  “Corruption is defined as getting someone to do something they believe they never would.”

  With each step, they descended further beneath the earth, replacing fresh air with the scent of stale urine and defecation. Gods but he hated this place.

  “Okay.” Zepar responded. “But still. What about Gaap’s directive?”

  He was sick of Gaap’s directive. He’d been mucking around the Humans, stealing their energy to use against the Fae. With the Earth and Humans in complete disarray, corrupting most people was ridiculously easy. “I’ve been doing more than my fair share. Besides, I’m bored with easy corruption.”

  “You didn’t look bored a few minutes ago.”

  “She is,” Vetis spread his lips in parody of a smile, “inspiring me.”

  “So, good Demon, bad Demon?” Zepar asked.

  “I get to be bad.”

  “How come I never get to be the bad Demon?”

  “Because I’m so good at being bad.”

  Chapter Six

  When they reached the appropriate cell, Vetis nodded to the guard and waved him away.

  Vetis and Zepar flanked the cell doorway, leaning in a casual pose against the stone walls that separated this cell from the others.

  The husband had not improved upon his detainment. He jumped up from the metal cot in the corner and ran over to the bars. His white fingers gripped the iron. “Is it done?”

  “You gift me with powers beyond my mien.
” Idiot.

  “Should have known.” He whispered under his breath, “Stupid cunt.”

  From deep in his gut, rage began to rise and burn through Vetis’s ribs, lungs and heart.

  “Silence!” The word exploded from him.

  Vetis’ sound waves shook the bed in the corner of the cell and Amara’s husband stumbled back.

  “Come Vetis.” Zepar kept his tone friendly, mild as if he sensed just how close Vetis was to the edge of blood lust.

  The temptation to reach through the bars and gut the prisoner roared through Vetis.

  With an edge of contempt, Zepar played the good Demon. “Cut the fellow a break.”

  He forced his mind to calm, picturing Amara with the flush of arousal on her breasts. “I want information.” He made his voice cold, menacing.

  Edward edged back against the bed. For a moment his mind had been wide open. And surprise, there was more to this fool than Vetis had originally believed. A furtive deal in a shadowy backroom. The instigator cloaked in darkness as he handed Edward a picture of Vetis.

  Fae? Possibly.

  “I’m sure he won’t mind accommodating you,” Zepar said pleasantly. Only Vetis heard the bite. Apparently his friend had seen the same thing. “Isn’t that right?”

  “Wha-what kind of information?”

  “If I am to pleasure your wife, I need to know what was done to her.”

  The coward subtly relaxed. “How about a little side bet?” He gave a sly smile.

  “Still gambling, I see.” Vetis uncrossed his arms from his chest and straightened away from the cool stone.

  “Sadly my debts have been many.” His face brightened and his chubby cheeks lifted. “But I always pay them off. Or I should say my wife does.”

  The asshole laughed at his joke.

  If there had been any affection in his voice, Vetis might have cut him some slack, but Edward’s casual response to selling his wife pissed Vetis off. “I am not in the mood to bargain. Are we clear?”

  “I’m already stuck here because of her.” He kicked at a small pebble on the barren floor. “Why should I make it easier for her?”

  Vetis had hoped that the man would just tell him what he wanted to know but it seemed that had been too optimistic of him. What Vetis needed now was to discover who gave the man a picture of him.

  “How much do you know of Demons?” Vetis asked softly.

  The man wasn’t a complete idiot. He blanched. “Ah, you can compel people to do things.”

  That wasn’t quite accurate, but he’d take it. “Yes, we can.”

  Vetis saw what Edward desired. A picture of the man reclining on a bed of silks surrounded by riches flashed through the gambler’s mind and he steadied. He was stalling on purpose. But why?

  “I’m sorry. I’ve been remiss. I forgot to introduce you to my friend, Zepar.” Vetis said, his voice even softer. “Do you know what kind of Demon he is?”

  “N-no.” The man’s teeth began to chatter. The clickety-clack grated on Vetis.

  “Demon of Seduction.” He drew out the word seduction.

  The man fell away from Zepar, his face a rictus of horror.

  Zepar’s smile was all teeth. Vetis knew Zepar also caught the images the man feared. Apparently, he was terrified of sodomy.

  After thousands of years imprisoned with only men, Zepar would never fuck another man unless he didn’t have a choice. But this stupid sod didn’t need to know that.

  “What do you,” he gulped. “Want?” Edward edged back and cowered on the ragged cot.

  “Tell me what else you know of Demons.”

  “You’re dangerous.”

  “True.” Vetis clapped enthusiastically. “Anything else?”

  “You are the sworn enemies of the Fae.” And there, the same picture Vetis had seen before. This man was conspiring with the Fae. The Fae had maneuvered the gambler into incurring the debt with Vetis. How very interesting. Why?

  “Do you know any?” Zepar curled his fingers around the iron bars, tension in his hands.

  They waited for him to lie.

  But oddly enough, he didn’t. “I have met some. They are frequent visitors to our tavern.”

  “I see.” Vetis glanced at Zepar. They needed more information before they could attempt to use this idiot. “Perhaps you can be of some use to me.”

  The gambler jumped up eagerly, leaning toward the bars with an avid grin on his face.

  “But first--” Vetis stopped and the man’s grin fell. “Tell me about your wife’s adventures.”

  “But haven’t I given you enough information?” He hid his petulance beneath a submissive smile, keeping the image of the riches present in his mind.

  Vetis jerked his chin at Zepar.

  “Fine. Fine.” The man shrank further away from Zepar. But his mind betrayed a gleeful maliciousness as he pictured his wife’s abuse. “Vegetables.”

  Chapter Seven

  Amara awoke from the longest, most restful slumber. Gods, she didn’t want to regain consciousness. She stretched her arms above her head and arched her back. Slinky satin slid against her naked skin, caressing her breasts and slipping between her legs.

  Satin? They couldn’t afford satin.

  Her eyes popped open. And it all came rushing back.

  She sank into a cushion of down. The ornately carved posts of a black walnut bed rose into the air. Sheer shimmery fabric draped the canopy and silk bindings hung from all four posters. She didn’t remember getting into this bed. Her last memory was of utter hopelessness and then her mind was blank.

  Her heart fluttered, the tempo picking up as she lay perfectly still and took inventory, testing her body for any aches that shouldn’t be there. Acid gurgled in her stomach and threatened to burn a path back up her throat.

  “Good. You’re awake.” Vetis’s voice rumbled and slid inside her, winding through her body as surely as the sheets caressed her inner thighs.

  Amara pressed her eyelids closed and wished she could just pretend yesterday had never happened. Actually while she was at it, perhaps she could pretend the last two years hadn’t happened.

  “I thought you might be hungry.” His minty breath was warm in her ear, the little puff tickling her eardrum. Amara braced and turned her head toward his voice.

  “A little,” she lied. But then her stomach grumbled.

  Vetis was so close she could see that his irises were not the black she’d thought last night. They were a deep midnight blue. He blinked, the thick black lashes fanned against his tanned skin. A dusting of beard shadowed his jaw.

  Clad in a black silk robe loosely tied at the waist, he leaned back into the velvet chair next to the bed. The lapels gaped open to reveal his smooth tanned chest and dark nipples. His legs were spread wide and his cock was erect. A thick vein pulsed with his blood. Gods, he was big.

  A smile played over his sensuous lips.

  Had he just been sitting there watching her sleep?

  “Demons have...strong appetites,” he said wryly.

  Amara cleared her throat, unsure if he meant for food or something more carnal.

  “Both.” His mouth curved into a wicked smile as he answered the question in her mind. “Do you trust me?”

  “Do I have a choice?” Bitterness welled at her impotence.

  “Free will is a wondrous thing. I would never presume to take it away,” Vetis commented mildly.

  “And yet I am trapped here.”

  His face hardened into harsh lines, his mouth an uncompromising slash. “The debt must be paid.”

  “Can’t you just...let me go?” She had to ask. Last night there were moments when he had seemed almost kind.

  Okay she had officially lost it. Demons were not kind.

  “The sooner you fulfill the terms of the bargain, the sooner you can leave,” Vetis said. “I am trying to aid you.”

  Pleasure. Right. Perhaps she could fake it and get this over with. Last night she must have been under some sort of compulsion
for, toward the end, the contact had been almost pleasant. “Fine.”

  “Why don’t you sit back against the pillows?”

  As Amara pushed up into a seated position, she white-knuckled the satin against her breasts. Vetis leaned lazily toward the post closest to him and captured the silk scarf. In a sensuous move, he ran the silk through his hand as if he were caressing a lover. Then he reached for her wrist.

  “You mean to tie me to the bed.” She cursed the waver in her voice.

  “I won’t hurt you.” Vetis trailed the rough pads of his fingers along her arm as if trying to soothe a wild animal and then he slipped her hand through the silken tie. With a flick of his wrist, the material restricted her arm. Not too tightly. But then he tugged on the other end and the restraint raised her arm slightly from the bed.

  The satin sheet slipped down the right side of her body and exposed her breast.

  Amara tensed in sick anticipation of his touch. But he had already headed around to the other side of the bed. With brisk efficiency, he looped the silk and bound her left wrist to the opposite post. Now both her breasts were bared to the chill morning air. Her nipples puckered.

  Fierce sunlight streamed in through the open window. On a gust of wind, a hint of cut grass and the tang of lemons scented the room.

  Vetis carried a heavy silver tray toward the bed. “Spread your legs.” He climbed up on the bed. His robe fell completely open. His erection pulsed as if commanding her to notice.

  “I don’t want--” The items on the tray registered. Front and center was a giant carrot.

  She scrabbled back toward the headboard, kicking out toward the tray. The move flung the satin sheet away from her lower body. Exactly what she wanted to avoid. Amara whimpered as memories scrolled through her mind like an old horror film.

  “Stop.” Vetis grabbed her ankles and forced her feet down to the bed, pushing until her knees pointed toward the ceiling.

  Amara yanked at the bindings, wrenched her wrists as she tried to cover her sex. She slammed her knees together and pulled her elbows into her waist. With each panicked tug against her restraints, she sought to protect her body. Protect her sex. But nothing would be able to protect her mind.