Damned and Defiant by Kathy Kulig Page B

at the same time, lowering her conscious mind into a trance state. This encounter would be a sizeable collection and visible to her if she was not in a trance.
    No matter, she wouldn’t remember much of this encounter afterward. “Enjoy it. No need to rush.” He used his mystical power voice to send her in deeper. Then the sparks along her body vanished. She was strong-willed and resisting the trance on a subconscious level.
    “Yes,” she sighed, raising her hips and reaching for him. “I want to come, please.”
    “In time.” Arms over your head . He sent the mental image to see if she was under his control yet.
    “Sweet torture,” she whispered, her words slurring now. She lifted her head up slightly. “Look how hard your cock is. I want to feel that thickness inside me.”
    “I want to pleasure you first.”
    “Yes.”
    Leaning forward, he rested his hands on either side of her shoulders. The scent of her arousal and the fire mingled together provoked a sudden urge to take her, plunge his cock into her pussy and thrust it deep until he came. Not an option. He took a breath between clenched teeth and tightened his muscles, then willed his cock to behave.
    Then she grabbed his shaft. Fuck. Every muscle tensed as he held back his orgasm. Woman, you have no idea how close to death you are. When he got himself under control, he sent her another image, more forceful this time. Arms over your head and I will lick you.
    This time she complied. She opened her eyes and stared at him, frowning. Her eyes went wide in a panic and began to struggle under him. “What are you?”
    Oh, shit. He drew back away from his animal state. “What’s wrong?” He waved a hand over her face, then brushed her hair back, using his power to ease her mind and sending a thought that she was imagining things.
    She laughed. “Oh my, God. It must be the firelight playing tricks on me. For a moment, I thought I saw an image of a coyote over your face.”
    “Hmmm. Then I’ll put your mind on something else.” He took a nipple into his mouth and bit gently.
    Haley moaned her approval. “That’s better. I want to forget that ugly image. I want to forget everything.” She raised her hips.
    “Don’t move your arms and keep your eyes closed.”
    She nodded and complied with his demands.
    “If you move or open your eyes, I’ll stop.”
    She still resisted his trance. If she opened her eyes she might see him drawing off the chi. Dante trailed his tongue over to her other breast, pinched the nipple between his teeth, then released it.
    “Yes, I understand.”
    “Good.” She was a tempting mortal, more so than any Kithra he could remember. In truth, it was safer thinking of her that way. He tried not to think how long ago it had been since he enjoyed sex for the simple pleasure of it. He tried not to think this was Haley and how much he’d wanted her over these last few months. Groaning, he dragged his thoughts away from his groin. He had an offering to collect for the demoness. Ah, the price of immortality.
    Sparks danced along her body. Finally, she eased into the trance. Power and control came back to him in a rush. She was ready. His mouth moved down to her stomach and she raised her hips. When he reached her slit, her body shivered, and she whimpered. “Yes, make me come.”
    “Don’t open your eyes,” he warned.
    “I promise.”
    His body thrummed from the energy awaiting the collection. Then the nebula stone hanging around his neck grew warm. Son of a bitch, not now. He ignored the summons from the demoness. Gwyllain would have to wait. If she wanted her chi offering, she would have to be patient. The demoness was never patient. He knew he’d be punished, by not returning right away. It would be worse if he returned without a good offering.
    Dante moved closer to Haley’s pussy, teasing it with his mouth. She cried out but obeyed his orders and didn’t move her hands or open her eyes. Almost there. Soon the collection would