Demon's Triad (10 page)

“What’s—” she started, but he ignored her, spinning her around and pushing her slightly forward so she bent over the rock with her ass presented to him.

He spanked her once. This time she heard it as well as felt it. Something deep inside her roared with pleasure.

He lifted her legs one at a time, slipping her tennis shoes and her jeans off, then stood up. His cock pressed against her stinging buttocks. “Next time I tell you to do something, you do it,” he murmured, his voice thick.

Aleeza nodded. She didn’t trust herself to speak, but when he slipped his hand between her legs to caress her dripping pussy from behind, she moaned.

Keeping one hand on her ass, he kissed down her spine, nibbling at the two mounds of her buttocks. His tongue darted forward.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he said. “Turn back around.”

This time she obeyed instantly. Part of her wanted to wait, to see what he would do, but the demands of her pussy won out. She wanted to feel that tongue again, in the places it would do the most good, and she didn’t want to wait another second.

Ferrin hoisted her up on to the rock and spread her legs apart wide enough to make her thighs ache. The look in his eyes as he surveyed her made another gush of fluid drip from her already soaking slit.

Her arms trembled as she held herself in a sitting position on the stone, as upright as she could, so she could watch as he knelt in front of her and leaned forward.

His tongue touched her, lightly at first. Her muscles shook already, just from that tiny bit of heat and pressure. She was so ready, had been ready ever since he kissed her, ever since she saw him again. Aleeza looked down and saw the top of his head framed by the mounds of her breasts, her erect nipples burning and her skin flushed.

His tongue delved into her folds, exploring every inch of her tender flesh. Her own breathing was loud and harsh in her ears as she watched his head move, felt the incredible sensation of him laving her, tasting her, shoving his tongue inside her and circling it around.

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Sounds came from her throat she’d never heard herself make, weeping, begging sounds, as he feathered the tip of his tongue over her clit again and again. Her hips tried to move on their own but Ferrin’s hands held her fast, pinned against the rock like a butterfly spread open on a board.

He looked up at her, pulling his face away just enough for their eyes to meet, and just before she lost herself in them she saw his tongue pressed into her pink flesh, saw it moving against her. The image stayed burned in her mind as her eyes closed of their own accord and she came, pleasure thundering through her body like a runaway freight train. She trembled and shook, her throat raw from screaming his name.

Nothing had ever felt like this. The knowledge that he was still there, nibbling and licking, swallowing the hot juices that flowed from her only egged her on, made her keep coming, harder and harder, until she was dizzy and fell back onto the rock.

Ferrin pulled away. Aleeza’s eyes were still closed. She hovered alone for a second that seemed to last forever until with one quick, hard thrust Ferrin shoved the thickness of his cock into her.

She cried out again, both from pleasure and the shock of it. One moment she’d been empty. The next, full. It surprised her, and part of her still expected him to pass out, unable to complete the act.

He didn’t give her any time to adjust. He pulled out and slammed back into her, grabbing her shoulders to hold her steady as he pounded into her body.

Her legs rose up, wrapping themselves around his waist as easily as if she’d been doing it for years. He grunted his approval and sped his movements, his hips jerking forward again and again. With every thrust he grunted, his fingers digging into her skin hard enough to bruise. With every thrust she cried out, lost to everything but the feel of his body inside hers, the feel of their energy melding and swelling around them. When she opened her eyes she saw him through a haze of greeny-gold.

He shifted his grip to her hips, lifting them slightly so his cock found a different angle inside her. Still he did not slow his frantic pace. Her back scraped against the rock every time he moved. She didn’t care. The pain only added to the overwhelming sensations in her body, in her mind. She reached out for him, intending to hold his arms, but instead scraping her fingernails along the skin over his biceps.

“Oh, gods…yes…Damn it, yes,” he gasped. She hadn’t thought it was possible for him to go faster, to fuck harder, but it was. The man was a machine, an engine that never seemed to stop, and Aleeza dug her nails in hard enough to make blood run down his skin as her body tensed yet again.

This time she felt him swell inside her as she came, felt his cock jerk and twitch as he tugged her up to press her chest against his. His arms convulsed around her as her body convulsed around his. Her legs tightened, as if she could press more of him into her, and they clung together as their mutual orgasm thundered through their bodies and left them limp and gasping on the rock by the edge of the lake.

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Again, fuck her again. It didn’t work. Fuck her again. Again!

Ferrin sucked in a deep breath and held it, the volume of the “other” voice louder than it had ever been. It roared through his mind, overpowering his true thoughts. The evil seed had begun to grow—it swelled within him, under the skin, threatening to take over. All he had to do was relax that last vestige of control, and its poison would swim through his veins, its shoots spread out into every finger, making him nothing but a vessel for the dark magic it would have him work.

But it will be a relief, really, to finally succumb to that black temptation. Haven’t you
always known it would end this way? Haven’t you always expected—

No! No way in hell. He hadn’t held the beast off for nearly thirty years to lose control now.

“Let go. Let go of me.” He whispered the words as his hands feebly tried to pull the woman wrapped around him from his body.

By the gods, the last thing he wanted to do was let her go. He wanted to pull her so tightly to him that they became one person, to fuck her until neither of them could form words and then take her home and fuck her some more. She was the half that could make him whole, fill that empty place in him, that place that had always suspected he wasn’t fit for mating. He had shared Carantha with Dorand not only because their magic worked better that way, but because he had known on some level that he would never be man enough for any woman.

He was “other”, an orphan without a true coven, a man who could never give his heart the way he’d seen his Amiantos brothers do. He loved Dorand like a brother but not with a passion that would consume his soul. Not even sweet Carantha, with her ready smile and her love for playing the tart with him in the bedroom, had managed to touch him that deeply.

“Goddess, please. I want more. More of you.” She purred the words as she took his face in her hands and guided him down for another taste of her lips, her sweet, wickedly addictive lips.

He fell to his knees in the leaves, and guided her down to the forest floor, moaning as her tongue tangled expertly with his. He could kiss her forever and never want for food. He could live on her magic, get drunk on the smell of her body, lose himself in the feel of her soft skin sliding against his with such previously unimaginable perfection.

“We can’t. Stop—oh, fuck!” He cried out and thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deeper in her wet cleft as she dug her fingernails into his buttocks. He was 53

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instantly swollen and aching, as if he hadn’t fucked her a second before and come so hard he thought he might lose his mind.

“Yes, fuck. Fuck me, fuck me now.” She followed the words with a stinging slap on his ass, and he groaned and hastened to obey.

She knew somehow, knew what no lover he’d ever had could ever have guessed.

He was the master in the bedroom, but he was a master who longed for a disobedient slave. He wanted to dish out punishment and receive his in return. He wanted to release the full power of his sensual fury upon a woman who wasn’t afraid to keep fighting back.

“You aren’t giving the orders here,” Ferrin said, fisting a handful of Aleeza’s hair and yanking hard. She cried out as her head snapped back, baring the white column of her throat, but then her cries turned to desperate pants as she struggled to breathe.

He’d gone too far, made it difficult for her to draw breath…but he didn’t loosen his hold, only fucked her harder. A rush of fluid coated his cock as he tunneled into her pussy again and again. She liked it, liked knowing that he held her life in his hands, knowing that it was his job to decide whether she lived to feel her next orgasm or not.

“Gods help me,” Ferrin called out to the forest, his words drowned out by the roar of the waterfall. He released Aleeza’s hair and brought his hands to her breasts. He didn’t want to really hurt her, let alone threaten her life. What was wrong with him?

What—

Then it was his turn to scream as Aleeza’s hands closed around his throat and squeezed. Her magic helped turn the pressure of those tiny hands into a vise that quickly cut off the flow of oxygen to his brain. His vision swam and gray flecks danced in front of his eyes, but still he kept pounding inside her. Her laughter filled his ears, louder than the blood thudding there, and he knew he would gladly take death at her hands, so long as he could spill his seed inside her—one last time.

“Stop this! Stop this now!” Ferrin heard Dorand scream, but it wasn’t until he felt the massive hands of his brother on his neck that the words actually registered in his brain. Stop? The man must be mad.

“No, please! Dorand, I didn’t mean to, I—”

Aleeza’s words turned into a moan as Dorand ripped her hands away from Ferrin’s neck and pressed them to the ground above her head. Ferrin looked up, seeing Dorand squatted above the woman beneath him, anger and confusion mingled on his face. A part of him wanted to comfort the other man, but another part, just wanted to laugh.

“Ferrin!” Dorand bellowed his name as Ferrin laughed and reached down to twist Aleeza’s nipples in his fingers with a force he knew had to hurt. She screamed in response and stopped writhing beneath him, her body growing tense against his savage thrusts.

“Touch him, Dorand. By the goddess, touch your brother,” Aleeza said, her eyes squeezing shut.

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Dorand hesitated for the briefest second, then released one of Aleeza’s wrists and reached out to clamp a hand down on Ferrin’s shoulder. Ferrin’s first instinct was to turn and bite the other man, but a second later the calming feel of Dorand’s energy flowed through him, banishing the strange golden green light that had danced in front of his eyes the second he and Aleeza had touched. Immediately he slowed his bruising pace between Aleeza’s legs, gentling his thrusts to a slow, deep penetration that had her lifting into him once more.

“Thank you, brother.” Ferrin reached for the back of Dorand’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. The other man resisted at first but finally gave in to the caress, opening his lips to let Ferrin’s tongue gain entry to the heat of his mouth. He tasted of the earth, of the rain, of everything safe and natural, and for some reason that made the bliss of being inside Aleeza even more intense.

“Yes, oh please, yes,” Aleeza whispered the words, drawing his eyes down to where she watched him trace the line of Dorand’s lips with his tongue. “Oh, goddess!”

She cried out and arched into his cock, the hand still held above her head tangling with Dorand’s.

Ferrin came a second later, pulsing into Aleeza with a long, wrenching orgasm that seemed to wring the soul from his body. It most certainly wrung his heart from his chest and placed it somewhere in the depths of the dark brown eyes that met his with such fearless pleasure.

He loved her. The realization hit him so hard it suddenly became as hard to breathe as when her hands had closed around his throat. It was impossible. He hardly knew the woman, but the truth of the emotion wasn’t something he could deny. At least not while he was still balls deep inside her.

“Thank you,” he muttered to Dorand, pulling away from Aleeza and standing quickly. His head swam as he hitched his jeans back up around his hips. He hadn’t even bothered to take his pants or shoes off to fuck the woman, and he was imagining himself in love with her? It was insane. As insane as the fact that they’d both just tried to kill each other.

“Are you okay?” Dorand was gathering her into his arms, stroking his hand down the front of her body. Despite the obvious erection tenting his brother’s khaki pants, the touch didn’t seem to be sexual, but it still pissed him off more than he could say. He’d shared a woman with Dorand for years and probably would have seriously wounded Aleeza without his help, so why the jealousy?

Because you love her. She’s yours, yours to mate with, no other man’s.

“Is she all right?” Ferrin asked through gritted teeth, as he pushed the weakening voice aside and firmly slammed the mental door. He would hear no more from it…at least not for the rest of the day.

“She’s right here and can speak for herself,” Aleeza said, though she clung to Dorand, wincing as he gently slid a hand down between her legs. The fingers he brought up were bright red with blood, and the look he shot Ferrin black enough to kill.

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“I’m sorry, I—”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I wanted it. I was as mad for it as you were until Dorand touched me. I didn’t even realize it was…hurting me,” she said, her eyes on the ground as pink stained her cheeks.

There wasn’t an ounce of self-pity in her strong voice, but still the words “hurting me” sliced deep into his chest. Ferrin wanted to go to her, to take her in his arms and kiss away her pain, to tell her that he would never do anything to hurt her.