The Demon's Deception (Demons Unleashed Erotic Novellas) by Lisa Alder Page A
Authors: Lisa Alder
Tags: demon romance
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Demon Castle moving slowly. The three remained silent. Like bald book ends, they flanked her body. The sweet scent of heather and rose wafted from her skin and Barbas's cock flooded with the remembrance of their erotic encounters. Gods, he had missed her. But now was not the time to have his body respond.
Leraye had one hand on the hilt of his knife. He continually scanned the forest as if expecting company.
"I came alone," Aine informed them. "As another act of trust."
Leraye snorted and continued to search their surroundings, with high sense of defense. When they hit the fork for the path to the Castle, Leraye went left toward the beach.
Barbas jerked to a stop. "Where are we going?" In his grasp, Aine tensed. Her body prepared for attack. "I will keep you safe," he whispered.
"I don't need your help to keep me safe," she snarled. "What is going on?"
"Leraye?"
"Change of plans," the Demon of Battle said calmly.
Barbas's heart started pounding with renewed anxiety. Leraye had deviated from the original plan, which meant perhaps, Barbas had not been privy to the final plan. Did they not trust him?
***
They hadn't taken her to the Castle. They'd brought her to the beach. Aine breathed in the scent of the ocean. The waves shushed against the sand. Seagulls squawked in the late evening air. The fading rays of the softer sun bled down on her and filled her with power. She'd been imprisoned, away from the sun since she had revived her father, and her body was weak. Depleted.
She needed to pull more energy. To be ready for whatever was coming. Because based on the reading she was getting from Barbas, he didn't have any idea what was going on. Which meant her one ally was in the dark.
Aine got ready to take a stand. They were in a protected cove. Boulders shaped like bosoms rose on her right side. The ocean swirled like a swarm of angry bees to her left. And Aine knew, knew that Prince Gaap was close by. Hadn't she watched before when he'd commanded the brook in the clearing? So, her gambit had failed.
Barbas stumbled onto the beach. "What is going on?"
Leraye said, "Ask her." More Demons surrounded them. She was trapped.
"I am an innocent party," Aine said regally, chin in the air, shoulders back as if she were going to her execution. Which was possible. Because she'd trusted Barbas, she might have damned herself. "It was clearly a mistake to come here."
Except, with Barbas's grasp on her, she knew that he was as in the dark as she was about what was going on. His sense of betrayal pierced her heart. Aine was overcome with disappointment, despair.
"What's really happening here, Princess?" Leraye asked menacingly.
Before she could answer Finn appeared behind them. "Finn," she said faintly. Goddess damn her father, he'd had her followed. Like a flock of geese, more Fir Bolg appeared and flanked Finn, fanning out in a V formation behind him.
Finn inclined his head. "Ma'am." The Demons slid into defensive mode and appeared at Aine's side, pressed their blades to her ribs. But Finn didn't move.
"Don't bother. They are well aware of who I am." Her heart thundered in her chest. This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to find peace, a truce, a place for her babe.
"Why are you doing this?" Barbas addressed Prince Gaap. His confusion at the surfeit of Demon guards came through loud and clear. They had both been betrayed.
"It seems your Demon prince didn't trust you either," she said evenly. "Did you, Prince?"
Tactically the location was perfect. The large body of water was a threat by itself. Gaap's superior ability to wield the power of the ocean would give the Demons the advantage. It was also far enough away from the castle so that whomever her father's Fae spy was, they would have a difficult time overhearing what was happening.
Prince Gaap stepped out on the boulders, his body shouted antagonism. He didn't like her. "I never trust the Fae."
Barbas jerked. The Prince's obvious distrust of Barbas's motives
Leraye had one hand on the hilt of his knife. He continually scanned the forest as if expecting company.
"I came alone," Aine informed them. "As another act of trust."
Leraye snorted and continued to search their surroundings, with high sense of defense. When they hit the fork for the path to the Castle, Leraye went left toward the beach.
Barbas jerked to a stop. "Where are we going?" In his grasp, Aine tensed. Her body prepared for attack. "I will keep you safe," he whispered.
"I don't need your help to keep me safe," she snarled. "What is going on?"
"Leraye?"
"Change of plans," the Demon of Battle said calmly.
Barbas's heart started pounding with renewed anxiety. Leraye had deviated from the original plan, which meant perhaps, Barbas had not been privy to the final plan. Did they not trust him?
***
They hadn't taken her to the Castle. They'd brought her to the beach. Aine breathed in the scent of the ocean. The waves shushed against the sand. Seagulls squawked in the late evening air. The fading rays of the softer sun bled down on her and filled her with power. She'd been imprisoned, away from the sun since she had revived her father, and her body was weak. Depleted.
She needed to pull more energy. To be ready for whatever was coming. Because based on the reading she was getting from Barbas, he didn't have any idea what was going on. Which meant her one ally was in the dark.
Aine got ready to take a stand. They were in a protected cove. Boulders shaped like bosoms rose on her right side. The ocean swirled like a swarm of angry bees to her left. And Aine knew, knew that Prince Gaap was close by. Hadn't she watched before when he'd commanded the brook in the clearing? So, her gambit had failed.
Barbas stumbled onto the beach. "What is going on?"
Leraye said, "Ask her." More Demons surrounded them. She was trapped.
"I am an innocent party," Aine said regally, chin in the air, shoulders back as if she were going to her execution. Which was possible. Because she'd trusted Barbas, she might have damned herself. "It was clearly a mistake to come here."
Except, with Barbas's grasp on her, she knew that he was as in the dark as she was about what was going on. His sense of betrayal pierced her heart. Aine was overcome with disappointment, despair.
"What's really happening here, Princess?" Leraye asked menacingly.
Before she could answer Finn appeared behind them. "Finn," she said faintly. Goddess damn her father, he'd had her followed. Like a flock of geese, more Fir Bolg appeared and flanked Finn, fanning out in a V formation behind him.
Finn inclined his head. "Ma'am." The Demons slid into defensive mode and appeared at Aine's side, pressed their blades to her ribs. But Finn didn't move.
"Don't bother. They are well aware of who I am." Her heart thundered in her chest. This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to find peace, a truce, a place for her babe.
"Why are you doing this?" Barbas addressed Prince Gaap. His confusion at the surfeit of Demon guards came through loud and clear. They had both been betrayed.
"It seems your Demon prince didn't trust you either," she said evenly. "Did you, Prince?"
Tactically the location was perfect. The large body of water was a threat by itself. Gaap's superior ability to wield the power of the ocean would give the Demons the advantage. It was also far enough away from the castle so that whomever her father's Fae spy was, they would have a difficult time overhearing what was happening.
Prince Gaap stepped out on the boulders, his body shouted antagonism. He didn't like her. "I never trust the Fae."
Barbas jerked. The Prince's obvious distrust of Barbas's motives
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