Demon's Triad (22 page)

“Come, Aleeza, please baby, come for us.” Dorand’s fingers moved to work her clit, but still release hovered out of her reach. Then he slid a thumb deep into her ass, and it was as if that was the thing all of them had been waiting for.

She came, groaning around Ferrin’s cock, struggling not to bite down on the delicate flesh between her lips. Seconds later, Dorand spilled himself inside her pussy, and Ferrin jerked between her lips. The salty, musky taste of Ferrin’s come hit the back of her throat and she swallowed greedily, wanting that piece of him inside her. Both men continued to thrust slowly, gently until finally they all grew still, the sound of their heavy breath once again the only sound in the room, save the music.

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“Holy shit.” Ferrin was the first to speak, the awe in his voice making Aleeza open her eyes and let his softened member slide from between her lips.

But he wasn’t looking at her or Dorand. His eyes were fixed on something else.

“Careful, don’t move too quickly. Just in case.” Dorand sounded almost frightened, and Aleeza turned to look at him over her shoulder.

That’s when she saw it…and almost screamed. But somehow, she knew that would be a bad thing, a very bad thing. The flame flared at the same time the anxiety within her flared. The damn thing was already four feet tall. If it grew much larger, it would scorch her ceiling.

“Goddess…what did we do?” She swallowed hard as Dorand pulled out and gently positioned himself between her and the massive flame her tiny little candle had become.

“What did you do is more like it,” he said. “I tried to ground the power, but I couldn’t. You were in control once our three magics joined together.”

“But I didn’t try to do that. I didn’t think about fire…at least I don’t think I did.”

God, what had she been thinking? There had been something…something about the two men being elemental forces.

“What’s that sound?” Ferrin asked, moving toward the door to the bathroom. Even before his hand touched the knob, Aleeza knew what he would find there.

“No, wait! Ferrin, I—”

She was too late. Ferrin had already opened the door, letting out a rush of water that drenched him nearly to the waist and quickly spread out into the room. In seconds the entire bedroom was standing in three feet of water, the bed an island in the center of it.

“My landlord is going to kill me,” Aleeza muttered, still in shock that a tiny thought about fire and water could have caused all this.

“At least we don’t have to worry about the fire.” Dorand kicked her nightstand over, and the giant flame fell down into the water below, quickly dying out.

“Shit! What am I going to do? This is bad, guys, very bad,” Aleeza slid her feet to the floor and began wading through the water toward her dresser drawers, unplugging the stereo as she went—the electrical outlets were above the waterline at the moment, but no sense taking chances. She had to get some clothes on and go tell Mr. Fiorelli that she’d accidentally left her bathwater running or…something. She’d think of an excuse on the way.

“Where are you going?” Dorand asked as she pulled a black camisole out of her underwear drawer and threw it on.

“I have to go downstairs and let my landlord know what happened. I’ve been renting here forever, so maybe he’ll cut me—”

“Wait, don’t go yet.” Ferrin waded through the water to the window and threw it open. A rush of cold air swept in the room and made her shiver. “Walter said my people can mimic other magic, right?”

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“Right.” Dorand looked suspicious, and Aleeza couldn’t say she blamed him. Ferrin had a smile on his face that wasn’t entirely nice. But then, when was Ferrin entirely nice? It was part of his charm.

“Then let me try something really quick. Aleeza get back on the bed with Dorand.”

“Ferrin, I’m not sure about this, I mean—”

“Trust me, I’m not trying anything dangerous.” Ferrin leaned down, put both hands in the water, and started to chant softly under his breath. Aleeza crossed quickly to the bed and climbed up, moving into Dorand’s arms without a second thought. It felt good to touch him, to touch them both. More than good really, it felt…necessary somehow.

Ferrin’s hands began to glow a pale, robin’s egg blue and then pink and then blue again. Finally the light shone lavender and grew bright and strong. Ferrin continued to chant, moving his hands back and forth through the water. Slowly, white mist began to form above the water. It grew thicker and thicker as Ferrin continued to cast, and eventually began to leak out the window into the cold night.

The water level in the room sank until, finally, all that remained was a slight dampness on the hardwood floor. The planks still might buckle a bit, but that was infinitely preferable to the major water damage that had looked unavoidable.

“Sambucus magic?” Dorand asked, laughing as he hugged her more tightly to his side.

“Yeah.” Ferrin smiled, but his astonishment was clear on his face. “I can’t believe it worked, but I just thought of the color of their aura when they cast and spoke that mutation spell Cato uses.”

“Which one?”

“The grape juice to wine one, but I substituted water to vapor.”

“That’s amazing. Do you think the same thing would work—”

“I’m sorry to interrupt this little chat on magic theory, but would you guys mind if we talked about what the hell happened here? You know, why we ended up with three feet of water on the floor and the huge fire in the first place?” Aleeza tried to pull out of the circle of Dorand’s arms but he held her tight.

“I can think of a better idea. Why don’t we help you practice grounding a little less destructively?” His hand moved down her back and then farther down, over the curve of her bare bottom and down between her legs, slipping fingers into where she was still swollen and wet.

“Practice?” Aleeza asked, though she already had a pretty good idea what Dorand had in mind if his rapidly recovering erection was any clue.

“Yes, I think some practice is definitely in order.” Ferrin gave her a look that made her nipples tighten of their own accord and strode toward the bed. His cock wasn’t recovering as quickly as Dorand’s, but for some reason the sight of him, halfway 114

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between arousal and rest, was extremely erotic. She wanted to take him in her mouth again, just like that, and feel him grow thicker, longer, between her lips.

“Okay, let’s practice.” Aleeza pulled her tank top over her head and threw it to the floor. “Sleep is overrated anyway.”

She giggled as both men tackled her at once and they rolled across the bed in a pile of arms and legs. Laughter soon gave way to moans and soft cries of pleasure, and Aleeza knew it was going to be a very long night.

Or maybe not nearly long enough.

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“Reglanus! I know you’re there I can feel you on my skin. Show yourself!” Kali paced the floor in her three-inch heels, the sharp click of metal on wood accentuating each furious step.

He’d lied to her! Lied! She’d been prepared to risk her life, her beauty, her newfound power, all for him, for their cause, and he’d lied!

Did you expect anything else from a demon, my love?

“When that demon is mine in magic-fast, yes. I did, and I still do. I don’t care if this man really is Daeisthai, I’ll kill him. And then you’ll have no choice but to honor our agreement.” Kali glared at the thick mist floating above her couch. She’d seen Reglanus take more concrete form, even fucked him when his skeletal face and wickedly curved cock were in plain view. The fact that he was hiding himself now, made her even more worried. He knew she feared his demon form on some level, even though it excited her.

By not revealing that form, he was getting as close as a demon got to sweet-talking her.

She didn’t want to be sweet-talked. She wanted what she’d been promised.

I thought you’d be pleased, dear Kali. Now there’s no need for you to risk yourself. You can
stay female, stay as beautiful as you are now forever.

“And turn my chance as head of the new coven over to another? I don’t think so, Reglanus. I won’t let you free of our fast, and if I don’t set you free, you won’t be able to fast with the man and Aleeza—”

Who says we need Aleeza?

“What do you mean?” Kali walked slowly toward the mist, wishing she could see the creature’s features more clearly. To her surprise, Reglanus suddenly appeared before her, more concrete than ever before.

See. Look how your power grows. You can force me from my formlessness with just a wish.

He smiled but Kali thought she heard the hint of caution in his tone. He didn’t fear her, but he respected her power more now than he ever had before. Every murder she had helped commit was worth it, in exchange for that flash of respect in his black serpent’s eyes.

“You want me to bear the child?”

Yes. What stronger coven could we dream of than if our third is the product of two
Daeisthai parents?

“I can’t conceive, Reglanus. You know that. It’s why Monven turned me out, the entire reason I agreed to magic fast with you in the first place. I can’t mother a child, but I might be able to father one.”

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You couldn’t be a mother with Monven or with a witch of another coven, but with one of
your own kind…

“What are you saying? Speak plainly, and no lies this time. It is breach of contract to lie to your magic-fast partner. You know that. I could condemn you back to hell and not suffer any of the consequences.”

No, you could not, my love. I never lied to you. I didn’t know your brother had survived
until a few days past. Your mother swore she had killed the babe only months after his birth.

“My brother?” Kali felt the news hit her somewhere near where she’d once had a heart. A brother, family, what she’d longed for all those lonely years growing up in foster homes for abandoned witches, teased by her peers for being a freak without a coven, with magic that never found its true nature.

Even with Monven, after years of what she’d thought was a happy and productive magical union, that lack of family had come to haunt her again. He’d wanted a child, someone to carry on his legacy, to benefit from his accumulated power. When she couldn’t give him that child, when her lack of clear magical lineage left the doctors powerless to help her conceive, he’d turned on her. His mistress had been pregnant with his son, and Kali had been granted a divorce without alimony. Monven needed the money for his son…and his power had been strong enough to force Kali to sign the agreement he’d had drawn up against her will.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me? When you came to me and told me of my heritage, why didn’t you tell me about my brother?” Her voice was louder than she would have liked, but she couldn’t help herself. It was either scream or cry, and she would never cry in front of Reglanus or anyone else, ever again.

Your twin was dead, or so I assumed. I didn’t want to cause you pain.

“Please, spare me. You’re as tender hearted as I am.”

Reglanus laughed.
You’re right, my love. I didn’t see the point in it. A dead man can
father no sons or daughters for our coven. What use is he?

“So you want me to sleep with my brother? And try to conceive our next generation?”

Does that…trouble you?

Kali thought for a moment. “No. Not if it will work.”

It will work. I’m sure of it. And then we will use our magic circle in the woods for another
purpose entirely.

“And that would be?”

It is a circle of transformation, calling forth into solid form. We will use it to grow the babe
in your womb, nine months’ worth in a single night, the night of Samhain.

“Then we won’t have to wait for the rebirthing of the coven. We can perform the spell as soon as the baby is born,” Kali said, a smile upon her lips.

As soon as we can prick its finger and gain a drop of second-generation blood.

Reglanus smiled too, and his hooked cock began to swell.

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“You don’t expect me to fuck you after you’ve been such a bad boy, do you? You kept secrets from me, secrets I had to find out from my spies not your own scaly lips.”

Kali loosened the ties at the top of her corset and tugged it down, letting her breasts spill out the top. Reglanus’ forked tongue darted out to sweep across his bottom lip and her pussy gushed. She like that forked tongue more than she would ever admit to the demon now scuttling across the floor toward her.

I expect that you will fuck me as soon as I have served my penance, my love.

Then his impossibly large hands were on her hips, forcing her to the ground, ripping away her tiny satin panties and wrenching her legs apart. Kali moaned and brought her hands to her breasts, plucking at her nipples as Reglanus went to work on her pussy.

She still didn’t trust the demon, but she craved him and was willing to give his plan a chance. If she couldn’t conceive, they still had Aleeza, and Reglanus, for all his trickery, couldn’t break their magic fast without her permission. Kali held the power, and very soon, might also hold a babe in her stomach.

The thought made her womb ache, ache and begin to spasm as Reglanus worked his tongue deep inside her, deeper than any mortal tongue could ever reach. She came, screaming, a victorious sound.

Now she just had to find her dear brother and bring him to her. His seduction would be easy enough. She’d never met a man who could resist her, and she was sure her twin would be no different.

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Ferrin watched Aleeza grow progressively more disturbed the closer they came to her mother’s home. She was practically gnawing her bottom lip in half by the time they mounted the aging steps to what had obviously once been quite a nice bungalow but now looked to be in need of several major repairs.