Lilith's Awakening by Aubrey Ross

Chapter One
    Realm of Darkness
     
    Rage twisted through Lilith. She stood in
the open archway, her fingers crushing the delicate fabric of her
gown. A red haze swam before her eyes, lending the scene a surreal
air. Still, she had to look away.
    She inhaled deeply, but the air was smoky,
cloying. It did nothing to ease the fury buffeting her
composure.
    Damn him!
    Fortifying herself, she turned back to the
tableau playing out in the ceremonial chamber.
    Gloriously naked, her mate, Sammael, stood
at the foot of a stone altar. His brutal features contorted with
lust. The way his eyes were closed, lips drawn back from his teeth,
another might see fury or excruciating pain, but Lilith recognized
rapture.
    A slender gray demon sprawled upon the
altar. Her hands clasped the backs of her knees, spreading her legs
wide in brazen invitation. From her position in the archway, Lilith
couldn’t help but see how much they were enjoying each other.
Unlike the rest of her drab body, the demon’s pussy was bright red
and stretched tightly around Sammael’s massive cock. Pearly juices
coated her folds, easing the way for his frantic thrusting.
    Lilith clasped the archway for support, her
legs trembling beneath her. Her breasts ached and the burning
emptiness in her core made her want to howl.
    How could he do this to me?
    Run.
    Scream!
    Do something!
    She just stood there, paralyzed by his
betrayal. Each powerful movement jostled the demon’s large breasts.
Sammael bent to suck one gray nipple and the demon gasped. She was
hairless, her entire body smooth and gleaming in the firelight.
    They moved together, locked in Splendor’s
Dark Dance. The female’s back arched. Sammael’s hips pumped. Lilith
watched his massive cock appear at the end of each stroke before he
drove back into her quivering body.
    He’d promised. He’d vowed
never again to share this secret Splendor with anyone but her .
    Lilith stumbled beyond the archway,
undetected.
    Devastated.
    Anger dissipated, but the emptiness left in
its wake was far worse. She choked back the need to scream. She dug
her long nails into her palms, welcoming the pain. Her entire body
throbbed. She felt hollow and cold. Darkness pressed in,
suffocating. She needed air. She needed—
    Light.
    Her spirit trembled. Only the bravest and
most powerful ventured into the Light.
    But it was the one place Sammael would never
think to look. Despite his hulking size and ferocious snarls,
Sammael was terrified of the Light.
    Balam, savage leader of Serpent Clan, came
and went as he pleased, while her mate stayed below in his
self-imposed prison. They were each powerful, compelling entities,
rapidly gathering followers to their respective clans. Yet she had
sensed an uncompromising intensity in Balam that frightened her, so
she’d chosen not to offer herself as his mate.
    But she’d fared no better with Sammael!
    Diving into the blood-red water, she swam
beyond the steep rocky rim, the physical barrier surrounding the
Lake of Fire. The water cooled and cleared, turning pink, then
gray, and finally blue. She propelled herself upward with strong,
sure strokes. Her lungs burned. Her muscles ached.
    Light undulated on the surface far above.
She fixed her sights on the shimmer and pushed on. Her arms
screamed in protest. Her legs felt leaden. She could mend some
injuries by shifting from one form to another. But her cat-self
hated water, and shifting might only weaken her further.
    Black spots danced before her eyes and she
couldn’t focus or coordinate her movements. The spots expanded. All
she could see was darkness.
    Roaring erupted in her ears.
    Her mate was the cheating
bastard! Why should she be the one to die?
* * *
    Adam released the seagull into the predawn
sky and smiled as it flew from sight. Naming all of God’s creations
had been exciting for a time, however he was running out of ideas.
The beasts were so incredible. He could never hope to choose names
worthy of the creativity and skill the