Chapter 22: Katrina

Once again I was in awe of the underworld. The archives were set up like a huge library, similar to the one Belle was obsessed with in Beauty and the Beast. The shelves started six inches off the ground and went until they reached the vaulted ceiling. Each bookcase had ten shelves, and the book cases were lined up side by side from one long wall to the next. Each shelf was lined with leather bound books, glancing quickly at them I could tell they were arranged by title as well as by publication date. The titles of the books were written in a language I couldn’t decipher, but Samael seemed to know what he was doing, as he walked to the far right corner of the library and grabbed one book and then went to the completely opposite corner on the left side, grabbing another.

“Are you coming?” He asked looking back at me, as he began to descend down a spiral staircase that I hadn’t noticed before.
“Not yet, but I will be soon,” I muttered under my breath, before I plastered a smile on my face, following Samael down the staircase, almost bumping into him when he stopped in front of a massive iron door.

He smirked at me, before taking a key out of his pocket to unlock the door. When Samael unlocked the door, he pushed it open, the door making a loud creaking noise that echoed off the silent walls of the archives. He held open the door for me and nodded for me to walk in before him. Entering into the room, I couldn’t help but smile. It looked cozy, there was a black microfiber love seat, a gigantic oversized red beanie bag, and a small table with four chairs surrounding it. The decor screamed Samael, and I wondered if this was his personal study.

“It’s the area I go to to get away from everything.” He answers my unasked question, “I figured we might need some privacy.”

He quietly walks to the table and sets the books he’s gathered from the archives down, before going to the mini fridge in the corner and pulling out a bottle of Patron. I look at the books nervously. I know that at least one of these books, maybe even two, may hold the secret to my parentage.
“What if my parents turn out to be vile beings. Would you still want me as your mate even if my blood is tainted?” I ask Samael, who freezes mid pour as he’s filling two glasses of ice with Tequila.

“No matter what your lineage is, you’ll still be mine.” He growls as he walks towards me and shoves one of the glasses into my hand, “Here drink this, it’ll help soothe your throat.”

I take a large gulp from my glass, before setting the empty cup on the table. I crinkle my nose at the taste and I feel my nipples go hard as goosebumps run up and down my body.

“Did you just shoot Patron?” Samael ask with a grimace on his face.

“Uh..yeah. How else was I suppose to do it?” I ask.

“Patron is a sipping tequila, if you want shots go get yourself some Jose Cuervo.” He replies looking slightly annoyed.

“Well, I don’t take my drinks neat unless it’s a shot. How about you do me a favor, mister moody, and make yourself useful by getting me a tequila sunrise?” I ask waggling my eyebrows at him as I try not to burst out laughing.

“You may be the princess of the four kingdoms, but you aren’t my Queen yet.”

“”Potato, Patato,” I reply shrugging my shoulders.

“Hmm.” Samael hums, as he rubs his chin, and starts walking circles around me, like a predator does to his prey, “Maybe I should show you the different between Potato and Patato.”

“Maybe you should?” I purr, as I lean slightly over the table pretending to look at a book.

I’m wearing a skirt today, that I just so happened to hike up to a bit to high. I know from this angle Samael will have a fantastic view of my ass in the cute white lacy thong I put on this morning.

I can’t see Samael’s expression, but I can hear the sharp intake of his breath, and how he comes to a complete stop, forgetting his plan to intimidate me. When he reins in control of his emotions, I can hear his loud steps as he gets closer to me.

Before I know it, his hands are digging into my sides, his hard member is pressed up against my back.

“You’re definitely not a princess are you Katrina?” He asks as he lowers his left hand from my side and lets it slowly creep up my leg until it brushes against the dampness on my underwear, “You’re just a dirty little slut, aren’t you babe?” He asks as he slaps me over my underwear, causing me to whimper with pleasure.

Fuck yes, my pussy clenches. I knew Samael would be dirty in bed. He pushes my panties off to the side and starts to stroke my clit with his thumb.

“Mmm, look at your leaking for me babe?” He says as he lifts his hand from between my legs, and shows me how wet I am, “Your dirty little cunt is excited to be filled up isn’t it?” He growls as he pushes his thumb into my mouth, “Suck it babe, suck it and show me how much you want my cock.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I suck his thumb into my mouth, piercing my mouth tightly around it as I suck in, relishing in how erotic it is to taste myself on him, as I swirl my tongue around his thumb, lapping up all my juices.

“Ugh, Fuck babe, I can’t wait for you to do that to my cock.” Samael groans, out as he pops his thumb out from my mouth and hurriedly tears my panties down my legs.
I go to turn to face him, intent on dropping to my knees and taking him in my mouth. I love giving head. I’m good at it and I enjoying seeing a man succumb to pleasure. Samael grabs me by the throat and pulls my body flush against his, I can feel his flesh against mine.

“Fuck babe, I need to be in you right now. Do you want me to fill you with my cock?” He asks as he slides himself gently between my folds, rubbing his head against my click.

I want to lean forward to give him more access, but he has me by the throat still and I can’t move. Instead wiggle my ass at him, begging for me.
“You need to say it out loud Katrina. I want to hear you begging for my cock.” He growls as he teases my hole with the tip of his cock, slowly pushing just the tip in and pulling it back out, causing my legs to quiver with need.

“Please fuck me, Samael. I want your cock in my slutty little pussy so bad,” I moan out as I try to wiggle him deeper inside of me.

There’s no hesitation in his thrust as Samael slams himself inside of me, completely filling me up. His thrusts are powerful and hard. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build up. He has one hand around my throat, and his other hand creeps down from my hip and goes in between my leg, gently rubbing my clitoris, before he takes it into his hand and pinches it, “Cum for me Bello (beautiful)” He whispers in my ear, his voice hoarse from raw need.

I cry out loudly as I’m hit with wave after wave of orgasm, my vision fading in and out as I cum harder that I have before. My walls squeezing against Samael’s cock as I milk him into a frenzy, just as I feel him thickening inside of me, he pulls out and cums all over my ass.

“Fuck babe, you look so hot covered in my cum.”

I smile as he lets go of my neck and runs his hands gently up and down my neck, massaging it. I can tell the instant the mate bond snaps into place as I feel his euphoria running through me.

“You were incredible.” He says breathlessly as he takes off his shirt and uses it to wipe the cum off of me.

“You want to bad yourself.” I reply as I turn to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck after I take a moment to ogle at his beautiful torso, that was covered in intricate tattoos. . He leans down and kisses me gently, the complete opposite of the rough fuck we just had.

When he pulls away from me he is smiling. “Okay, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, we should really get to work finding some answers.” He states as he pulls a chair of for me, before sliding into one himself, grabbing the first book from the pile. “This is one of the first books written about Demonology. It’s said to contain information dating back to the first demons and fallen angels.”

“Okay, so what are we suppose to do, Read it?” I ask as I try to open the dusty old book, making a face when it won’t open.”

“No, this isn’t an ordinary book. Only someone with demon blood in them can open this book, and when they do, it’ll take you first to the demon that you’re related too.” Samael replies.

“You want my blood?” I ask, an incredulous look on my face.