The Gargoyle's Captive (A Deal With a Demon, #3)

by Katee Robert

Azazel is a big fucker.

Like the others, she’s beautiful—but hers is the kind of beauty one finds in the hellcats that haunt the succubi and incubi’s territory. Gorgeous and deadly and all too willing to eat your face off.

“I made a deal with a demon. Compared to Azazel, you’re just a dude with bat wings. Nothing to write home about.” She smirks. “Cute horns, though. Really adorable.” My horns are not adorable.

I don’t scream. One of the first lessons a Jaeger learns is to be silent in response to fear.

fight against my body’s instinctive desire to curl in on itself. Opening my eyes is the first step. It proves to be a mistake, because Bram’s face is so close to mine. He really is a handsome fucker.

The only reason I’m here is to find answers about my mother, and I won’t discover those by bouncing on a gargoyle’s cock.

“You obviously want to run. I’ll even let you. But every time I catch you, you will come to my bed willingly.”

“You’ve made a mistake, and now I’m going to make you choke on it.” He lifts a single dark brow. “You’re so quick with your words, and yet your actions never follow through. Do it.”

It feels good to have Grace’s hands in my hair, pulling just hard enough to hurt. For her mouth to move against mine, nipping my bottom lip to tease my mouth open. She’s tastes like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

I don’t ask her again. Really, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t bargain for her history. I bargained for her in my bed. That will have to be enough.

“Spread your thighs.” She tightens her grip, one hand still in my hair. “I thought you wanted me in your bed.”

“Spread your legs, Grace. Give me your pussy.”

she slowly spreads her thighs before hooking her feet on the outside of my shoulders. Her pussy is as beautiful as she is. Pretty and pink and glistening with need. “Do you want me to play your sick little game, Bram? Make it worth my while.” She pulls on my hair again roughly. “Make me come so hard, I can’t wait to get your hands and mouth on me again. Do it now, before I change my mind.”

To go slow instead of devouring her the way I’m craving. To not haul her to my bed and see if her pussy takes my cock as sweetly as it takes my tongue. Reckless. I am so fucking reckless.

“If you’re that concerned with hurting me, I can just bind you until I’m done having my filthy way with you. How does that sound?”

Her pussy is so close, and I can still taste her on my tongue. I would happily drown in her. “That’s not necessary.”

She brushes her thumb over my bottom lip. “Now I’m going to ride your face until I come. If you’re very, very good and make me come very, very hard, once I’m satisfied, I’ll suck that fancy cock of yours.”

ride his mouth, grinding down on his tongue with an abandon I never would’ve shown with a past partner. Bram seems to love it, if his growls vibrating against my clit are any indication.

“I—” He tenses. “Suck my cock and then make me come all over your tits. I want to mark you, however temporarily.”

“Let me make you come again. Please. You have my word that I won’t give my cock to your needy pussy, even if you beg for it.”

I lie on my bed and stare up into the vaulted ceiling, my body still singing from Bram’s mouth. My soul still singing from the way he yielded. I’ve never considered myself particularly kinky, or at least not in the way that requires elaborate rules and playacting scenes. But what happened in the bath . . . The power that coursed through me when he followed my demands. The surrender in his pale eyes. It’s just as heady as his tongue on my clit.

Azazel knows exactly how desperately I want that information, so of course he’s willing to hold it over my head to ensure good behavior. Unfortunately for him, I wouldn’t know good behavior if it bit me in the ass.

the kitchen sounds like more my speed.” Grace very carefully doesn’t

It seems foolhardy to me to risk life and limb in order to protect yourself from risking life and limb, but any faith I had died with my family.

“The first time we flew. You were scared. But you didn’t scream. You didn’t scream with the spiders, either.” “Oh.” She absently combs her fingers through her windswept hair. “It’s training. One of the first things I learned as a kid was to not make a noise when I’m scared. Silence is a prey instinct that humans don’t have for some reason. Too often we scream and bring the predator right to us. My family was invested in ensuring that I didn’t get myself or anyone else killed.”

“Can I see the wine cellar? I could use some good luck.” “It’s a superstition, not a fact.” “Come on, Bram.” She turns around to face me as she walks backward toward the door. “You’re a magic man with wings, horns, and the ability to see auras. You, more than anyone, should be willing to believe in magic.”

“If you play this game with me, if you submit to my commands like the good boy that I know you can be, then we will end tonight with me riding your cock.” I lean forward, and he mirrors the movement. My body goes tight, and I lower my voice, coaxing him closer still. “And if you’re very, very good, I’ll let you fill me up.”

“Just because I want you willingly coming on my cock doesn’t mean I have honor, Grace. Don’t mistake me.”

Sex makes everyone vulnerable—you’re not protecting your throat when you’re in the heart of an orgasm.

“Will we be fighting today or fucking . . . or both?”

I won’t say that Grace is no danger to me, but I recognize that she’s taking an avenue that will cause no permanent damage and might make us both feel better. I doubt she’s doing it intentionally . . . but I am. It’s toxic, but I don’t give a fuck.

I know better than to let my rage take the wheel. Nothing good comes from losing control. Only pain.

pinch him a little harder, earning yet another sexy whimper. “You’re being an asshole to provoke a reaction out of me to make yourself feel better. If you want me to punish you, all you have to do is ask. But this? This shit is unhealthy, and if you do it again, I’m walking away for good. Do you understand me?”

I don’t know what it says about me that I want to touch him so much, I’m willing to cut myself on the mirrored pieces.

“What if . . .” I speak slowly, feeling my way. “What if instead of fighting, we started to build something?” She tenses slightly, and I realize I’m not communicating properly. “I don’t mean a family. I won’t pretend that I don’t want that, just like I won’t pretend that the idea of starting one with you isn’t attractive in a way I was never prepared to experience. But it’s been a couple of weeks. It’s too soon to make that jump.” “A week and a half ago, you were raring and ready to put a baby in my belly.”

“Ultimately, I don’t think a child will fix my current problems.” It’s such a relief to say that out loud, I let loose a breathless laugh. “A child won’t fix my problems.” She’s staring at me strangely. “You made a demon deal for the possibility of a child, and you were so desperate for it that you were willing to gamble your kingdom.” “Yes. I was. But things change.”

Every moment with this woman is larger than life, and this one is no different. She consumes me. I can’t get enough of her taste, of the feel of her skin sliding against mine, of the desperate little noises she makes that are both demands and pleas.

Only when she is limp and panting do I move back up her body and brace myself over her. “Do you want my cock now, or should I keep eating you out? Because I could feast on your pussy for hours.”

“Later, if you want. I might die if I don’t have you inside me right now.”

Slow, slow, slow. It becomes a cadence in my head, a reminder that we dance on a precarious edge and to move too quickly might mean I hurt her. That’s not what I want this to be about,. We’ve had plenty of rough things between us, sharp edges and harsher words. Right now, in my bed, I only want pleasure and . . . Love.

“It won’t be easy to be with me. Things in my territory are a mess, and that’s not going to change anytime soon. The nobles will push back against any change I make. They will try to incentivize you to leave, and when they realize that won’t work—you were right—they’ll try to hurt you. But someone very wise told me that hope is a powerful thing. I think, with you by my side, we can give that to my people. If it all goes terribly wrong and they oust me from the throne, at least we’ll be together.” He swallows visibly. “If you want to, I mean.”

Hope hits me so intensely, I’m surprised I don’t rise right off the roof of the castle. “You love me.” “Yeah. I love you.” He grins suddenly. “It’s written all over my energy if you care to look.”

“I love you, too, you know.” “I know.” Bram gathers me close and brushes gentle kisses to my lips. “But I’ll spend the rest of my life never getting tired of hearing you say it.” “Then I’ll say it again.” I kiss him. “I love you.”