The Road To Hell Part 4

His other hand released my back and slid between my legs. I groaned again, a mewling sound caught between a protest and a cheer. Daun took my swollen nipple into his mouth, encased it in wetness before he gave suck. And then his fingers slid between my l.a.b.i.a, found my c.l.i.t. Pressed.

I threw back my head and let out a cry of pure joy as my blood caught fire. He stroked me, relentless, insistent, and the blaze erupted into an inferno. Clutching his hair, I rocked my hips against him, faster, faster, my body moving with the force of the firestorm threatening to consume me. Cold air hit my nipple as he broke suction, but I was on fire, I was the fire, and cold air only coaxed me to burn hotter. Yes-oh, sweet Sin, yes...

Sizzling kisses, on my chest, my shoulder, my jaw. Nearly lost in my building climax, I almost didn't hear Daun whisper in my ear: "Call my name."

Ice water couldn't have been more effective at shocking me out of my l.u.s.topia.

My senses on hyperdrive, I pulled away from him, even as my body sang a lament for its stillborn o.r.g.a.s.m. Shaking, I grabbed the towel from the floor and moved backward, my eyes locked on Daun's as if he were a snake poised to strike.

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d," I panted. "Couldn't leave well enough alone?"

He shrugged, a bemused smile playing on his face. "I'm an incubus. What do you really expect?"

Wrapping the towel over myself until I was covered from armpit to knee, I said, "I expect you not to try to seduce me and steal my soul."

"Oh, but babes," he said, his eyes laughing, "do you know how rare it is for a succubus to actually have a soul?"

My teeth clenched, I said, "I'm not a succubus anymore."

"No?" He lifted his fingers, which glistened with my juices. He slowly licked them, his heated gaze on mine. "You still taste like a succubus."

I hugged myself, but I couldn't stop s.h.i.+vering. "Go away, Daun."

"What's the matter, Jezzie? Oh, sorry. Jesse." He flashed me a toothy smile. "I thought you needed my help. Remember?"

"I needed George. Not you."

Still grinning, he spread his arms wide. "But I am George."

"I said go away."

"Fine. Be that way. Don't ask for my help with the floor." He paused. "Or with the Erinyes."

My voice tight, I said, "What do you know about that?"

"Me? Why, I don't know anything. You don't need my help, remember?"

I closed my eyes, counted to ten. "You weren't such a schmuck when I was a demon."

He chuckled. "Actually, babes, I've always been this way. Once you got a soul, you lost your sense of humor. To say nothing of your sense of adventure. Or your sense of taste."

I opened my eyes to find him right on top of me, one hand to my left, propped against the wall unit behind me, the other stroking my cheek.

Still rimmed with red, George's brown eyes searched my face as if seeking answers. "You really love that flesh puppet with the big shoulders?"

Ignoring the husky male scent wafting from him, I said, "Yes."

Daun smiled, but there was no humor in it. "Like I said, no accounting for taste. I have no idea why your former Queen's still interested in you. You've gotten positively boring."

Maybe my heart didn't actually stop, but for a moment it was a close thing. The last time I'd seen Queen Lillith, she tried to kill me. If a cop hadn't taken down her host body, she probably would have succeeded. "She's back?"

"And badder than before. Completely healed too. Word is she's looking for payback."

All sorts of nasty images danced before my eyes like leprous ballerinas. "What's she planning?"

"Now that would be telling."

For a moment, I said nothing as I pictured shoving Daun into a ditch filled with starving pit bulls. "You really suck."

His smile spread into a feral grin. "I know. I'm good at it. You certainly weren't complaining. Wonder how your man would feel, knowing that his s.e.xpot will always get wet for me?"

"Don't flatter yourself," I said coldly. "I'm with Paul."

He shrugged, his grin still in place. "For now. But there will come a day when you won't push me away, babes. And you'll call my name willingly." For a moment, red blazed in those brown eyes, a look that would have sent angels screaming for G.o.d to protect them. "And then you'll be mine. Body and soul."

f.u.c.k.

"You're so cute when you're scared speechless," he said. "Later, babes."

The red in his eyes winked out, and George collapsed on top of me, knocking me to the floor. I grunted as I hit, and again as two hundred fifty pounds of dead weight landed on me.

Struggling to get George off of me, I cursed and screamed and kicked. None of that helped. He was out cold-side effect of a demon suddenly leaving its host body. With a snarl, I shoved him as hard as I could... and, to my surprise, he rolled off of me.

That's when I saw Paul standing over me, arching an eyebrow.

I smiled as sheepishly as possible. "This really isn't what it looks like."

Cinching the knot on my bathrobe, I walked back into the living room. Paul stood by the front door, where he was showing out a very confused superintendent. The poor man had woken up completely dazed, his eyes gla.s.sy and fearful, not knowing where he was. St.i.tched onto George's face had been a breathy combination of horror, embarra.s.sment, and anxiety. I'd caught myself licking my lips, imagining what that fear would taste like on his tongue.

That's when I'd excused myself to go throw on a robe. Screw me on Salvation Day, when would I stop thinking like a succubus? I didn't want h.e.l.l in my life anymore. All I wanted was to be human, to spend my life with Paul, and to get a pair of killer shoes that cost less than Paul's monthly rent. Was that really so much to ask?

Daun's laughter echoed in my mind. You still taste like a succubus.

s.h.i.+vering, I hugged my arms. Go away, Daun. I didn't know if we still shared the psychic connection between all creatures of l.u.s.t; maybe I was only talking to a phantom voice in my head. But just in case there still was something linking us, I said it again: Just go away.

And maybe it was only my memory that answered me: You'll be mine. Body and soul.

In your dreams, incubus.

No reply. Maybe I was only losing my mind. I could live with that.

I darted a look at the living room floor. The smoke and sulfuric fumes had dissipated, but the symbol of the Erinyes was still branded into the wood. Paul hadn't mentioned it yet; I a.s.sumed he was waiting until we were alone before he applied the third degree. While that could be fun under the right circ.u.mstances (handcuffs, bedposts, and a blindfold), I had a feeling Paul would be more inquisitive than amorous.

c.r.a.p. What to do?

What a one-time succubus did best.

Pasting on my game face, I sauntered over to the symbol. After checking to make sure Paul wasn't watching me, I planted my feet so that I stood in front of the brand, facing the front door. As Paul closed the door behind the super, I unknotted my belt and let the robe gape open.

Paul, half turning, caught my pose. Ahh, bless me, he was so gorgeous-his broad face, with sculpted cheeks and a strong jaw, spoke of strength; his small, expressive sea-green eyes spoke of poetry. And his fighter's nose, broken at least once in his life, spoke of violence. Yum. His light brown hair was growing out; it curled down around his ears and covered the nape of his neck, and a stray lock did the Superman dangle on his brow, just above his right eye.

Ah, sweetie, you could rescue me any time you wanted...

"If I didn't know better," he said, "I'd swear you were trying to distract me from something."

I attempted to look innocent. Major eyelash batting ensued. "Who, me?"

Paul's mouth quirked into a bemused grin. "You know, other guys would be horribly suspicious if they came home to find their girlfriend wrapped in a towel, on her back, with the super on top of her."

"You forgot the part about the super being unconscious, and the girlfriend being pinned under his weight."

"The story sounds better without that part."

"Does the girlfriend look better without this part?" I let my robe drop to the floor, accidentally-on-purpose covering the symbol.

He chuckled as he strode over to me. "The girlfriend always looks amazing, with or without clothes." Closing the distance between us in three steps, Paul loomed over me for a moment and rained a magnificent smile on me before he wrapped me in his deliciously strong arms and lifted me off the floor. His mouth sealed itself to mine as he kissed me, kissed me, kissed me.

Unholy h.e.l.l, he gave such good kiss...

Just as I was about to melt into a puddle of ooze, he gently set me down and turned away to crouch down by my discarded robe. He lifted the material up with one finger and moved it aside, revealing the burned outline of the pierced heart.

Oh... c.r.a.p.

Nibbling my lip, I waited while Paul a.s.sessed the damage to the floor. After a million years, he looked up at me. "So where are the scratches?"

I blinked, trying to decide if he was being funny. "What do you mean? Don't you see it?"

"See what?"

Frowning, I stalked up to the scarred floor and pointed. "Right there. In front of you."

He looked to where I pointed, which was directly at the charred outline. Squinting, he said, "I can sort of see something, but I think that's just from how the light's. .h.i.tting it." He reached down, ran his hand over the burned surface. "Don't feel anything. If there are scratches, they're really minor."

I picked my jaw up from the floor, then said, "You mean you don't..."

Then I shut my mouth, clicking my teeth together. Either he was blind, which wasn't likely, or he couldn't see the glyph. Maybe only supernatural beings could see such marks. But I wasn't supernatural anymore. Okay, then maybe only those who were supposed to see them actually saw them. But that didn't explain why the super could see it. Then again, he'd been possessed by a demon. George probably could have ripped up the floor with his bare hands when Daun had been riding his body; seeing the symbol of the Erinyes was probably a cakewalk.

"So," Paul said, "George was up here, looking at the not-so-scratched floor, and then he just pa.s.sed out?"

"Uh huh." As if I was really going to tell him about Daun's hands on my body, or Daun's taunting message about Lillith.

Paul stared at me for a moment, his eyes darkening like storms at sea.

c.r.a.p, his bulls.h.i.+t detector was going off. Mental note: Lying believably didn't count when talking to a cop. I said, "I think he may be doing drugs or something. His eyes looked red." No lie there.

A long pause before Paul spoke. "Must have shaken you up, have a guy collapse on you like that."

Actually, that, along with lying, was something I was very used to-lots of clients over the years had expired on top of me. (And below me. And next to me. The list goes on.) "It caught me off guard," I said, shrugging. "But I'm okay. It didn't really weird me out."

"Yeah, I can see that. And there's really nothing wrong with the floor. So what's upsetting you so much?"

s.h.i.+t. Why'd Paul have to be so intuitive? Next time I find a soulmate, I want someone with the emotional intelligence of a salmon in sp.a.w.ning season. With a sigh, I lowered my head and rubbed the bridge of my nose, wondering what to say. Well, sweetie, it's like this. In the past five hours, I've been threatened, propositioned, and nearly seduced by three of h.e.l.l's minions. It sort of set me on edge.

I didn't think that would go over very well... not the least of which was the whole seduction part. Daun had gotten to me. I'd been ready to mount him and ride like the wind. I loved Paul-unholy h.e.l.l, I'd gotten a soul because of him-so how could I even consider f.u.c.king Daun? Stupid demon mojo. I almost wished that Daun would appear again so that I could lack him in the b.a.l.l.s.

Strong hands pressed down on my shoulders, ma.s.saged away my tension. I closed my eyes, going with the movement. "Hon," Paul said, "you can talk to me."

His deep voice made me feel all squishy inside. Paul was the only one I knew who could turn everyday words into foreplay. "I know."

Paul's hands pressed harder. "This isn't about the floor or George, is it?"

"No," I said, then mentally threw myself off of a cliff into shark-infested waters. Stupid, stupid, stupid! "I just have a lot on my mind." Understatement of the day.

"Anything you want to talk about?"

I wished I could. I so dearly wanted to tell him the truth about me, about who I used to be. But that was a part of my life he could never know. It wasn't like I could prove I'd been a succubus, and on close terms with Lucifer Himself. All that confession would get me was a trip to a padded room, complete with a form-fitting white coat. And while restraints had their merits, white would never be my color. So I said, "It's just family stuff. Nothing important."

"One day, I'd really like to hear about your family."

"One day," I agreed, knowing I'd never go there.

His hands rubbed, rubbed. "You need a change of scenery, hon. Get dressed. We'll go out, grab some dinner."

"What about the Chinese food you brought home?"

"Leftovers waiting to happen. Come on, what do you say-dinner and a movie?"

I perked up. "Maybe dancing?" If I was possibly going to h.e.l.l tomorrow, d.a.m.n straight I'd be dancing tonight.

He groaned. "Jess, I hate dancing."

Taking his hands from my shoulders, I led them down to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "If you take me dancing, I promise to do wicked things to you later." I rubbed my a.s.s against his pelvis, feeling his growing agreement.

"You make a h.e.l.l of an argument," he said, his voice husky. "How wicked?"

I grinned. "Very."

Chapter 4.

New York City "Dance Hall Daze."

"A pool hall."