Devour Me

The Devil Likes Red Ch. 2

Avalon

I sat on my throne like the queen that I was. Eeros was wrapped protectively around my throne, his eyes locked on his current prey. A coward who had broken at the first sight of his blood spilling on the floor.

“Please,” he sobbed. Blubbered really. The mixture of tears and snot couldn’t be described any other way.

“You know how I feel about information being leaked,” I said softly, inspecting my nails. “And to my enemies no less.”

“Please, my queen, I was wrong. I was so wrong.” He cried harder as Orion dug his heavy, booted foot further into his cheek that was pressed into the bloodied floor beneath him.

“Mmm,” was my only response before I gave the command to kill him. Orion didn’t waste any time and the coward’s head squashed like a grape underneath his strength. I finally let out the sigh I had been holding and rubbed my temples. This was an absolute f*****g mess.

It had been one whole year since making the deal with Eeros. A whole year in which the other entities were wreaking havoc on the world. Slowly, defenses had been eroded, minds brainwashed, and territories plundered. Not one entity touched my domain though. Thanks to Eeros. But now that important information about our own defenses and wards were leaked, we could be in jepoardy of being invaded.

NO….that was not an option.

I can taste your anger. It’s so….sweet.

That voice, the sound of crackling warmth wrapped up in smoke and shadows, caressed along our mental bond. For a year he had teased me. Slowly built this raging need for release through s*x. Yes…for a whole year after I promised my body in exchange for his allegiance, he had not once used my body for his own pleasure and release. I hadn’t even had my mouth on his c**k. But he’s had a taste of me….and he’s made me c*m spectaculary until I had no breath or words left. So why won’t he just take me, use me, own me?

A soft chuckle…then, Your anger is rising.

I glared daggers at the beast next to me and he gave me a lazy smile baring his feral canines. Turning to Aurora I gave her directions on how to proceed.

“Take a patrol and scout the borders for any weaknesses in the wards.” She nodded and turned to obey.

I turned my gaze to Orion. “Have the servants clean up the mess and then go and find Davidra. Tell her to meet me where we normally meet in an hour.” Orion nodded and also left to follow out my orders. It was just Eeros and I…and the dead body bleeding out onto my floors. But whatever.

I felt the shift in the air as Eeros shifted into his shadow form. My gaze slid sideways. “Why do you never show me your true form?” I asked.

You wouldn’t be able to handle my true form. He always used that damn bond too. He never spoke aloud and I felt a growl rise in my throat as my frustration grew. Standing up, I began to descend the stairs from my dias.

Where are you going? His voice was soft…deadly. All I did was flip him the finger and continued on my way. I refused to play this game of cat and mouse with him. When he was ready to use my body as he saw fit then I’d be ready. Until then…well…I needed to blow off some steam so I didn’t seek to relieve myself of the ever growing pressure between my thighs.

Suddenly, he was in front of me and I stopped short.

You’re testing my patience Avalon. The way he said my name was like a caress. I glared at him, shaking off the effect he had on me.

“Yeah, well my patience has worn thin as well Eeros and I’m not in the mood for your little games.” I went to walk around him but his hand shot out and wrapped around my throat. I didn’t so much as flinch. His breathing was ragged and uneven. He began walking me backwards, his hand never faltering. I’m sure he could feel the pulsing of my heartbeat under his thumb. And as if he read my thoughts, that thumb caressed the pulse. When we came to the bottom of the dias, my heels touching the first step, he paused.

“Strip Avalon,” he rasped. I blinked once…twice…Did he just speak aloud? “Now or I will rip those clothes off of your body.” It was a promise. A delicious promise. I lifted my chin.

“Make. Me.” I said each word with emphasis. There was silence and then my gaze caught a flicker of his shadow before it began to shift and dissipitate. The man before me….was breathtakingly beautiful. He was sin and wickedness and every dark fantasy that has ever crossed my mind.

He was tall, muscular, and he wore a black suit that only seemed to emphasis the pulsing power under his tanned skin. The collar of his shirt was open, revealing the muscles of his chest. And the jacket he wore had a high collar that only seemed to emphasize the sharp angles of his masculine face. Strong jawline, prominent cheekbones, a straight defined nose, and thick brows that sat atop hooded eyes. His honey eyes were light but the stare he was giving me was piercing….hungry, like a predator tracking its prey.

My eyes darted down to the firm set of his mouth and without thinking, my tongue flicked out to lick my bottom one. I noticed the way his jaw clenched and his eyes seemed to glow. He wanted me…perhaps just as badly as I wanted him. But why tease me? Why drag us both through s****l hell for a year?

His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat. One breath. He tugged me closer, focring my face up towards his. Two breaths. With a growl his lips claimed mine. All the breath left my body. And then my hands were coming up to grip the front of his shirt, pulling him closer so the front of his body was pressed to the front of mine. More. I need more of him.

His hands framed my face to move, tilt, and hold it to the mercy of his ravenous kisses. Our tongues clashed and our breath mingled. Then we were moving and I found myself standing before my throne heaving gulps of breath and watching as Eeros kept his distance. His breathing was as ragged as mine and his eyes, good heavens above, they were dark with unabated hunger.

I took a step forward and he immediately took one back.

“I can not control myself right now. You need to leave.” His voice was like molten honey. Low, rough, practically a growl.

“What if-”

“Don’t even finish that thought Avalon,” he interrupted me. I pursed my lips. Was I wrong? Did he not want me? My body pulsed with need. Perhaps I could…A thunderous roar shook the entirety of the castle and my eyes widened at the feral look of rage and desperation on Eeros’ face.

“You will not find another male to assuage the need between those thighs. I hear your thoughts and I know your intentions. If you so much as glance at another male I will kill him where he stands. Do you understand?” What was happening? I didn’t understand why Eeros was behaving hot and cold, demonstrating possessiveness and yet trying to push distance between us. “Do. You. Understand?”

I gave a stiff nod. Then, before I could think better of it, I bolted out of there using my vampiric speed to make it all the way to my room and lock myself in. Tears burned in the back of my eyes and my throat kept closing. All signs I was going to cry. But I didn’t want to cry…I didn’t want to let those flood gates open because if I did…I was afraid there would be no stopping them.