Livvy's Devil Dom

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  Copyright© 2013 Raven McAllan

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-634-8

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To Doris for pushing me to rewrite this, Evernight Publishing for accepting it, Karyn for her fantastic edits, and Sour Cherry for their great cover.

  And as ever to Paul, who supported me every step of the way.

  LIVVY’S DEVIL DOM

  Raven McAllan

  Copyright © 2013

  Prologue

  One year ago

  "Come for me." His voice was soft, persuasive, like liquid silver that slid over her skin and into her mind. Livvy stirred and moaned.

  "What?" She wasn't sure she'd heard right.

  "Come for me. Put your fingers inside yourself, and then use your wetness to rub your clit, touch your nipples, and make yourself come. You know you want to. So do it now."

  His tone was mesmeric, and it compelled her to respond.

  I want to? Well, her body did. Her pussy got wetter as he spoke, and her nipples puckered under the silky top she wore. Before she realized what she was doing, she began to do as he asked. God, she was wet, achingly so. Her clit throbbed for a touch, her nipples stood proud and hard, and her body became alert and primed.

  "Why?" she asked. She opened her eyes—not a dream then—and her heart missed a beat.

  He looked at her, the twinkle in his eyes at odds with the seriousness of his face. She had never seen a man so beautiful, with long black hair and deep blue eyes that touched her soul. A sear of heat crossed her skin, and she ached to feel his long, elegant fingers on her body.

  "Because where we're going, you'll to have to trust me totally. If you do this, I'll know you do. This is giving yourself to me utterly, letting me see you as you come, see you at your most vulnerable. And"—he paused—"it'll turn me on."

  Yeah, that's more like it. She continued the steady strokes inside herself. If anyone told me I'd play with myself because someone asked me to, I'd have said they were doo-lally. And I'm doing it. She'd sort out the whys and wherefores afterwards. After what Livvy didn't think about.

  "So, if I do, are you going to do the same?" she asked.

  "Oh, my pleasure." He rubbed his cock as he spoke, and those clever fingers circled and moved over his skin. She couldn't keep her eyes off his actions. They mesmerized her. "I'll come for you, all over you. But be warned, each drop of cum that falls on your body, each tiny drop marks you as mine, and you know what that means, don't you?"

  Do I? She thought about it. "No."

  "Well, are you ready to find out? Find what is in the recesses of your soul? See what you release in me? Other than semen?"

  Was she?

  Oh, yeah.

  Chapter One

  December, one year later

  Livvy woke up achy, aroused, and spitting mad. It was that bloody dream again. For the last year, she'd broken her sleep at least once a night like this. With a wet pussy, her clit thrumming and demanding attention, and making her reach for her purple friend.

  The damn vibrator is overworked. Sadly that made no difference, it was that or her hand, and sometimes extra help was a necessity. In a huff, she switched the machine on and began to play. What the hell is happening? I might be as horny as hell, but at this rate I'll be able to write sex maniac in the next passport form I fill in. Livvy wanted to know why she woke night after night in this state, sweat-slicked and grasping for something. It was almost as if she had to find it, but didn't know what “it” was. That knowledge circled her mind and teased her sanity. Okay, she was usually as ready as the next person to play, but this continual state of awareness, was enough to get anyone in a tizzy. Her thongs seemed permanently damp, and her nipples were hard enough to hang a hat on.

  As usual, Livvy came in mere seconds, sobbing and throbbing. This seems to be my state at the moment. Why can't I remember the dream? Livvy sniffed and bit her lip, as she wiped her tears with a now well sodden tissue.

  A sharp sting made her look down at her chest and stomach. Even more freckles—well, that's what she called them—had appeared. Every time. Every time she had the dream, she'd look and see more of the dark marks.

  I'll soon have a map of Australia on me in freckles, She got out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower and wash Freddie, as she called her purple friend.

  “Not Australia, Livvy. Saffaul, my home. I'm waiting.”

  Shit, now I'm having conversations with myself. In a different voice. Livvy-girl, you need a holiday. Or sex. Proper, wide-awake, and participating sex. With a hot bod, not a hot rod!

  “Hey Liv, I have both. Are you ready for this yet? I've been waiting for you.”

  Livvy shook her head to clear it. She really needed to stop eating cheese before she went to bed. Maybe she should start drinking cocoa instead? The thought made her feel sick.

  “Hell, no. You feel like that because it's me you want to eat and drink. Eat my cock, drink my cum, milk me and make me shout. You do that every time, my love. You just need to believe it. Then we can be together in your reality. You know you want me. Your body shows me. In the recess of your soul, you think of me. Look, see my marks and believe, Livvy. You need to believe. Or pay the price.”

  "Oh, shit. Stop this. Get out of my head. Argh, stop this right now. Hell, now I'm talking out loud to myself." She flung the sodden tissue toward the rubbish bin and missed. It figured. Her concentration was shot to hell, and she had sex on the brain. Screwy. Seriously screwed. What's next? Asking where Saffaul is? Or who owns that deep, dark, and demonic voice I'm answering? Fuck. Grow up, Liv. Get up, get out, and get a life.

  Not in the best of moods, she pulled the shower door open with such force it hit the wall with a bang. She bent closer to inspect the gouge the handle had made. More filler needed.

  “You need filling, Livvy-love, then the wall won't.”

  That was all she needed, her other voice being sarcastic to her.

  With a sigh, Livvy stepped inside the cubicle, closed the door with exaggerated care, then turned on the shower and stepped under the spray. Usually, after that hot and erotic dream and a session with Freddie, she was sated and calm. Not this time. This time, she was hot, aroused, and ready for another round. Not with Freddie, with…

  A hand on her shoulder made her jump, drop the shower gel she'd just picked up, and scream.

  Livvy's mouth filled with water, and she spluttered. Her long, red hair spiraled in all directions as she turned, and water droplets bounced off the shower walls. A moist, firm tongue circled her lips and demanded entrance to her mouth, as hands tightened on her ass, and pulled her toward a wet, male body.

  Oh my, she shivered as a hot, hard, primed cock probed her pussy and seemed to take her acceptance as given. It was. With a sigh of agreement she opened to it, and felt it slide inside her like it knew it had come home.

  "Who, pmptt—?" Livvy sputtered. With her mouth full of tongue and her pussy full of cock, it wasn't easy to think, let alone speak. Whoever knew tongues and cocks were able to act of their own volition? Had all the horror books she'd ever read come back to haunt her?

  He—it had to be a he, her imaginati
on wasn't that good—pushed into her, his balls slapping her with each forceful thrust. Why wasn't she screaming rape at the top of her voice?

  Oh God, it was wonderful. This was no rape. This was pure, exciting, hotter-than-hell sex. It had been so long since she'd felt anything so magnificent or arousing.

  A sharp slap stung her ass cheek. Livvy dragged her mouth away from his and tried to move away. He pulled her back, as the shower rained down on them. The water created rivulets over their shoulders and traced waterfalls and streams down their bodies.

  Livvy looked up into well-remembered deep blue eyes. The dark lashes that surrounded them were plastered together, and his hair stuck close to his scalp and around his neck. His gaze never wavered from her face even as his hands caressed her ass, and circled the tiny secret hole there. She shivered, remembering things that she thought they'd done and she'd enjoyed. But why was it all like looking at a movie?

  "Look at me." He pushed his cock inside her up to his balls and pinched her nipple. "Look at me, Livvy, and tell me what you see."

  The next pinches to her nipple sent a sharp, exciting wave of pain from her boob to her clit, and she clenched her muscles around his prick.

  "What the hell was that for?" She glared at him, and was rewarded by the soft wave of red that hit his cheeks. Yes, she might like it, and she knew he knew it, but why was he so angry?

  "You. Lie. Every night. You feel this every night. It's real. You choose not to remember it." He kept up his relentless thrusting, and kissed her neck. It stung, and he grinned as he pulled back to stare at her. "My mark. Every night."

  "Every night?" He was in her dreams every night? What planet was he from? She'd surely remember a tall, dark, ask-me-and-I'm-yours man in her bed?

  "You know what planet I'm from. You just heard me. And yes, you know it's every night. I allowed you not to remember most nights, but now? Now, it’s wake up and fuck time."

  Suddenly, she was blazing angry. Who the hell was he to mess with her mind like that? Didn't he know it was bloody rude to answer her thoughts? They were her thoughts, for fuck's sake. Hers. If she'd wanted him to know what she was thinking, she'd have spoken aloud. He needed to butt out. However, she thought she'd just let them both come first! Before she chewed his balls off and told him to go to hell.

  "Anytime." His grin was devilish. "Anytime. But remember, not only can I read your mind, I give as good as I get, and more. So be careful what you decide. You chew my balls; I chew your pussy. I go to hell, you join me, and I'll tell you now, you won't like it, not one little bit. Take heed, Livvy, my love, wherever or whatever, I will be your master."

  His thrusts became faster, more demanding, as he pinched and soothed her nipples, before descending on her mouth again.

  His last words before their tongues tangled sent her over the edge and spinning into sexual satiation.

  "Come now, Livvy. Come for us. And we'll fly." She flew. Loud, long, and perfect. He followed her over the edge. She felt him spill, and fill, and… "Fuck." Felt him fill me. No protection. "Fuck." She hammered at his shoulders with her fists. "Asshole, moron. Fuck." Now he'd reduced her to moronic, childish language.

  "We did." He grinned, and she saw a glint of something sharp in his mouth. "Fuck. You ready to go again? Give me five minutes. We Saffaulians are good, but not instant."

  His grin was wicked, his fangs sharp, bright, and … Holy hell. Fangs? I did see something. All thoughts of condoms and safe sex went straight out of her mind. "Fangs? You're a fucking vampire?" Oh hell, what does that mean for me?

  "Wrong. I'm a fucking Devil." His voice was full of hurt. "A bloody good, fucking Devil, who's been fucking you this past year without any complaints."

  "For a year? In your dreams, mate. I'd know if I felt that every night."

  "You did. In your dreams. You follow instructions beautifully." He slapped her ass again.

  Livvy yelped. What is it with this ass slapping? I'll thump him if he doesn't stop.

  He answered with two more slaps, one to each cheek. They stung. "You do as I say. I'm the master in this situation. Don't forget that. Survival depends on it."

  Oh, shit, now he's talking in riddles. Ah, and rubbing my ass where it stings. He really is…"The Devil?"

  ****

  Hellfire and damnation, why did humans always react like that?

  "Not the Devil. A Devil. Your Devil. Your Devil Within." What is it with humans and their stupid, rigid, preconceived ideas? Sael retracted his fangs, proud he hadn't succumbed to the urge to plant them firmly into one lush breast and openly mark her as his. Next time, though, just let her spit out some sass, and he'd fang her as well as fuck her. His cock began to grow hard at the thought.

  C'mon, Livvy-love, give me some cheek. Let me show you who's in charge. Better the Devil you know and all that.

  "You're so full of yourself. Who are you, anyway? What are you doing here, and why the hell aren't I on the phone to the police reporting you for rape?" Her eyes blazed at him. He could see the fire within. Did she even know what a turn-on those flames were? He might not be The Devil, but all Devils had some pyrokinetic tendencies.

  "Why? Because, my dear, you're mine. Your mind knows it. I know it, and your body knows it. Why else are you marked? My cum is your stain. Forever. Look at you. You wear my sign." He waved his hand in the direction of her body. "Mine, all mine."

  "Crap." She turned away as she spoke, all stiff-backed and indignant. "I'm my own person. No bloody dream machine is going to tell me otherwise."

  That's enough. "Stop lying, Liv. At least own up to this, even if you delude yourself over other things."

  "Bollocks."

  This time, he smacked her bare ass harder. He watched the red mark glow and grow with satisfaction.

  She rubbed at it, her glare belligerent.

  "Next time you lay a hand on me, mate, it will be your bollocks. Up your ass."

  Sael spoke patiently, well, as patiently as a Devil with yet another hard-on and no immediate way of softening it could. She was magnificent in a snit.

  "Listen, Livvy, and listen well. You're mine, and however much you try to avoid it, you know you are. Why else would you let me come to you, come in you and over you every night? I am your master, and your body accepts this. Hellfire and damnation, how can I be lying when your body shows I'm not? Your mind also accepts it, when you let it. Well, love, time to let it. Or I'll show you how I can make you accept it. Show you how I can dominate and push you to limits you're not yet ready for."

  How many times do I have to tell her I am in charge? Can't she see that, feel it? Women! "I don't think you're quite ready for that yet. Do you? Pushed to the edge and left to rely on me to decide where you fall. You still have obedience issues, and wouldn't believe I was in charge. We need to work on that."

  Her jaw dropped and then snapped shut as she spluttered. Sael laughed. His Livvy so had problems with her attitude. She stared at him as if he had three heads. He let his fangs out, just enough to make her eyes widen.

  "If I choose to master you now, you'll hurt. When I take you, when I let my fangs run over you and into you, you're going to be sated, ready, willing, and begging. Then, and only then, will we be truly us." He licked his lips and widened his smile, just enough for her to see that extra row of tiny, razor-sharp incisors he occasionally, very occasionally, let free.

  Once more, he slapped that delectable ass, this time lightly, just to get her moving.

  Thwack.

  Livvy moved so fast he hadn't seen the thump to his jaw coming. His head flipped back, and he saw stars. Not good, not good at all. Stars, for fuck's sake. She couldn't have the decency to let him see the dark side of the moon. Grr.

  He saw her decision to run expressed on her face the minute she realized what she'd done. His Devil took over, and his fangs were primed and at the ready before she'd even taken a step.

  Control yourself. Hold it in. Control it. Breathe deeply, slowly, and carefully. Just one little graze, oka
y, no more. Just a tiny, tiny one. No punctures, no bites, just a warning.

  He switched off the water, and pushed her out of the shower. The towel he flung in her direction was caught one handed, and Livvy wrapped it around herself tightly. That annoyed him, and he flicked his wrist to unwind it. It dropped to the floor, and she gasped.

  "Do not move." He knew his voice would be harsh, guttural, and not easy to understand. Talking with a mouthful of fangs and extra teeth wasn't the easiest thing in the world. "Not one step. Don't pick it up. Don't do anything."

  "Make me." Livvy stood with her arms on her hips, and her fingers twitched. The stance was one hundred percent defiant, even though he could smell her fear. It rolled off her in waves, and mixed as it was with the sweet smell of her arousal, it intrigued him. She was such a mass of contradictions, and if he had more time, he'd show her how to let them loose them one at a time.

  Oh, Livvy-love, thank you for saying that. Just what I wanted: permission! Do you know what you've unleashed? Do you realize you are giving me all I need to be your Dom, now and forever?

  "Say it again." He needed to be sure. Even though he wanted to rush her before she changed her mind, his Devil warned him to use caution—Yeah, yeah. Okay, maybe I am being too literal, but hey, I'm taking my chances, and I'll pay the price later.

  But that cautious imp made him add, "Do you know what you're asking me, Liv? We will be as one, and I will be your Dom. You will submit to me, defer to me, and accept all I say. Not only in your dreams, but in your reality."

  Why am I giving her a get-out clause? I'm the Dom. She wants me and all we do. Why am I holding back? For all he second-guessed himself, Sael had to be sure Livvy knew exactly what he meant.

  She stood stark naked, her hands still on her hips, with his mate-marks standing out proud and defiant, reddish and raised. He knew the color of her ass would match them.