Kept: An Erotic Anthology (41 page)

They stopped a short distance away. It was always the same after they regenerated. For a day, they burned too hot to get near her. Cali could see under Deimos’ shirt. Half his chest glowed. Like an ultrasound, they had determined the baby was of no sex. It was light with the capacity to choose its form shortly after birth. Cali was anxious to see what her child would choose, but Deimos hinted he knew it would choose to be female.

“You both look so damned sexy standing there. I’m frozen. Wish you could warm me up,” Cali said, her tone was wistful.

Deimos moved a little closer. The heat from the sun couldn’t have been warmer on a hazy early August afternoon. Cali sighed and stripped off her jacket as the ground near her feet melted.

“Deimos,” Blazar warned as Deimos got a gleam in his eyes.

“Take your clothes off, Cali,” Deimos said.

He stepped closer. Cali began to sweat. With Deimos closing in, she became too hot for clothes. She stripped her clothes off. For only a second, she was cold as the wind at her back froze her ass. When Blazar stepped near, Cali fell back as the heat became too intense. She fell back and howled when her cold ass and hot front hit freezing water.

“Damn,” she yelled as she floundered up to her knees in icy water. “Don’t come closer or I’ll drown.”

Deimos continued to move towards her, he stripped as he entered the river. Forcing Cali deeper, deeper, until the water was well past her waist. The water steamed, making a hot tub as he circled her. Cali warmed, then cooled then warmed as the river seeped through where he wasn’t standing. When Blazar, also stripped naked, entered the river, the water had less chance to cool.

Cali groaned when Deimos settled a hot hand over a breast. He wasn’t burning her; the water was too cold to be deterred. His fingers pulled on her nipple. Blazar cupped her ass in his huge hands. The water steamed over and across all three, making them invisible to any onlooker. Cali reached with a tentative hand forward and back to stroke at their hot cocks, hard with desire. Lazily she dipped up to her chin.

“Oh God that feels so good,” she said while moaning, when Deimos slipped his warm wet fingers into her cool pussy. Ice cold water had invaded her insides and his warmth was heavenly.

Blazar pushed her under, tilted her head back and claimed her mouth. Each part of her body was claimed by icy water then soothed with a simple touch of a heated hand. The extreme was so arousing Cali was doused with her climax. Each man circled her, their bodies not exactly swimming but sliding using their light.

Deimos gripped her hips before thrusting deeply within her. For only a second Cali panicked needing air, then realized their special cocoon was all around. Deimos moved quickly within her as Cali heated, then was gone before the heat became too much. Blazar was now taking his turn as he thrust up inside. The icy water had invaded the second Deimos moved away and Cali welcomed Blazar’s hot wet cock. He too thrust only a few short strokes before taking his leave to circle her and warm the invading water.

Cali was given sweet kisses for only seconds before their mouths left her panting with overwhelming desire.

“Please just fuck me,” she whimpered.

Deimos got an evil grin. “We will take turns loving you.”

He was before her, thrusting within her. The icy water turned to heavenly heat before it became too much. Cali was almost there, her climax was seconds away, but Deimos was gone. She could have screamed until Blazar entered her and she built again. Each warmed her back and ass. Deimos slipped against her ass cheeks until it was his turn to love her. For brief moments, they touched each part of her flesh warming her.

It was torture and bliss. Heaven and Hell to be taken in icy hot water. The strangest oxymoron Cali had ever encountered. Yet it was happening to her. Each touch to her was love. Each thrust was fulfilling. As Deimos thrust up between her thighs she wrapped her arms around him not wanting to let go, screaming for him to finish. The heat sizzled until bubbles burst from under them.

Blazar was now inside of her, they wouldn’t let her get hurt from desire. As she came she gasped. Her orgasm continued until Deimos took her against his powerful chest and thrust slowly. The heat of his seed as it exploded within her drove her over the edge. He was grinning as he backed away. Blazar cupped her face as her knees turned to Jello. He thrust twice before her insides heated again. Cali gasped in air as Blazar moved away.

Deimos and Blazar stepped from the river as Cali shook with emotion. She blinked realizing she was still up to her neck in the icy river water. It took only seconds for her to realize how much she had been shielded by them.

“Holy fucking hell, my ass is an iceberg,” Cali yelped as she bounded from the river to don her furs.

Both men laughed. When she was fully clothed Cali walked with them at a safe pace back to their cave—home, she walked with them back to home.

My Scottish Keeper

By Leia Shaw

Chapter 1

Most people wanted to go home after a long day of work. I wanted to avoid it. The kennel had been slow lately so I’d been let out early. Now I had time to kill. Snow fell quietly to the ground, blanketing the busy city noises with a sense of calm.

I could go home – it’d be warm at least – but then Jared would have work for me to do, I’d protest, and we’d get into an argument. Dad would jump in and all hell would break loose. Inevitably, I’d end up packing the drugs for them to avoid having to deliver them. Not only was it cold as fuck but I didn’t trust their clients. But who would trust druggies? I tugged my pea coat tighter around my body. I wish I had a few dollars to spare. I’d sit in Starbucks with a cup of hot chocolate for a while.

Despite the cold, I took the long way home, lost in the crunching sound of snow beneath my Converse. At least I had a job where I could dress how I wanted. Alyssa had to wear heels to work. That was the difference between a vet tech and me. She was the face of the office. She got to smile and reassure the owners that the pets were in good hands. I worked in the back. The way back. Mostly, I took care of the dogs and cats in the kennel. Sometimes I helped at the groomers.

It didn’t matter to me. Work was a sanctuary, the animals my friends.

Fuck. How lame was that? I almost laughed at myself. Who was I? Snow White?

Bells rang in the distance, catching my attention. I looked toward the stone church up on the hill, set away from the main area of town. Coated in a layer of snow, in the stillness it looked like a photo from a coffee table book of some faraway place.

I wasn’t a religious person, but today something compelled me to visit the church. It wasn’t as if I had anything else to do. Maybe I’d find some spiritual solace, or at least somewhere to warm up. Ten minutes later, I reached the front step.

Thick wood doors greeted me, reminiscent of a medieval castle. I reached for the handle, wondering if churches ever closed. It was mid-afternoon. They had to stay open for sinners to repent and all that, right? It took a bit of pushing, but the door creaked open.

A rush of heat hit my cheeks and I was glad it wasn’t too much like a medieval castle and seemed to have modern plumbing. I took off my gloves and stuck them in the messenger bag hanging at my hip. I was in a small foyer, with a few benches on the side and a chandelier overhead. Two hallways broke off from the foyer, one on the left and one on the right.

“Hello?” I called. Nobody answered and I couldn’t hear any footsteps. I took a chance and went to the right, where it was slanted on an incline. Maybe I’d find a window overlooking the snowy town.

The corridor went up, like a ramp. There weren’t any windows in the hallway yet but curiosity and a break from the cold spurred me. Something about the place felt comfortable, homey even. Maybe it was just the warmth.

The hallway turned and turned again and I realized I was going in a circle up the building, like a spiral staircase only without the stairs. So far, there was no sign of life.

Finally, my path ended. Another wooden door stood in my way. There was no sign that said keep out or private. For all I knew, it was the bathroom. I pushed on it and it opened.

A blast of cold hit me and I almost slammed the door shut. Then the giant bell in the center of the room caught my eye. The tower was open on two sides, which made it drafty, but I was curious how the bell worked. Taking a quick look wouldn’t hurt anyone, and I’d wanted a view of the town anyway.

I studied the levers and gears around the bell, imagining how they operated. I wished I could see it in action. Maybe I could come back, just before the hour and watch them ring. If I happened to see someone in the building, I’d ask. It was too cold to stay for long so I turned to head back into the warmth. Just before I reached the door, a blue light caught my eye.

On the other side of the tower, something in the brick wall glowed.

What in the world?

I squinted then moved closer to get a better look. Was it some sort of gadget to control the bell? Upon closer inspection, I realized the light came from behind one of the bricks, which was loose. A secret hiding spot?

I shimmied the brick from its place and pulled out the glowing object.

Round, nearly flat with a dip in the middle, the piece of metal felt heavy in my hands. Two blue lights shone and a multitude of buttons sat between the lights. Unable to stop myself, I pressed one. Then I looked at the bell, expecting it to start ringing. Nothing happened.

I shrugged then went to put the gadget back. Voices sounded from outside the door. A man. I couldn’t make out any words but he sounded angry.

Shit!

Maybe I wasn’t supposed to be here. I shoved the device in my coat pocket then frantically looked for somewhere to hide. There was some scaffolding I could climb but it seemed too rickety. The only thing that could conceal me was the bell. I ran then ducked underneath it. Just before the door flew open, I shoved my body between the walls of the bell, holding my weight with my hands pushed up against the walls then pulled my feet inside.

Heavy footsteps moved slowly around the tower. My heart mimicked the pounding of the stranger’s feet. I tried not to breathe. Whoever was out there circled the bell once then seemed to move back toward the door. The footsteps faded and I heard the door close.

I finally let out a breath of relief. That was close.

Something grabbed my ankle and I screamed. It yanked hard until I couldn’t hold myself up and I fell on my ass on the hard ground.

“Fuck!” I yelled, trying to shake free. I could feel my ass bruising already. “What are you doing?” Even if I shouldn’t have been there, what kind of priest acted so violently toward a visitor?

I looked up at my assailant and froze.

Holy. Fuck.

Fear surfaced – real fear. The kind that made my throat close up and my heart hammer so hard in my chest I thought I might be having a heart attack.

The biggest man I’d ever seen towered over me, still clutching my ankle, forcing me to lie back on my elbows.

“What are
you
doin’?” he rumbled in a thick accent. Not American. No, he couldn’t possibly be. He was too…thick. Rugged. He looked like a bear. Shaggy beard, long blond hair covering half his face. His wild eyes narrowed at me in suspicion.

The gadget dropped from my pocket and clattered on the ground. I’d forgotten I still had it. His gaze shifted to the thing then back to me. He dropped my foot and bent down.

I scrambled back, needing to be on my feet so I didn’t feel so helpless.

“Thief!” he bellowed.

He reached for me. I screamed again, hating that I sounded like such a girl. But, fuck, he was huge. And he looked ready to eat me alive.

He grabbed my coat at my chest and yanked me to my feet as if I weighed nothing.

“I didn’t steal anything!”

He opened his mouth, his eyes wild with rage. I turned my head away, waiting for him to yell, but nothing happened. I dared a glance. He wasn’t looking at me. His brow furrowed and I followed his gaze. The metal gadget lay ignored on the floor, but the blue light had turned off.

He pulled me closer to his face then snarled, “What did you do?”

“I-I don’t know. Nothing!”

Without another word, he flung me to the side. I stumbled into the wall. What the fuck was happening? I eyed the door, wondering if I could make a run for it. The man picked the device off the ground and studied it.

Just as I was about to try for the door, it burst open. Another man, much smaller, rushed out into the cold.

“What is it, Baen?”

He wore a black robe with a white collar around his neck so I figured him to be the priest. Maybe he’d take my side. He was a man of God, right?

As they inspected the object, I crept closer to the door. Would they forget I was here?

“Has it done that before?” the priest asked.

“No. Never.”

Closer.

“What does it mean?”

Almost there.

“I think it’s turned off.”

“Off?”

Right as I stepped over the threshold and into the hallway, a hand tangled in my hair and I yelped. Pain flared as he wrenched my head back to look at him.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” To my surprise, he shoved me forward. He kept his hand in my hair, forcing me to bend over while we walked down the corridor.

I heard the priest’s feet shuffle against the ground behind us. “Baen, go easy on her. She’s just a girl.”

Yeah, you fucking giant, I’m just a girl!

I clamped my mouth shut before I got in more trouble.

“Aye. Do they think me weak? That I’d have pity just because she’s a wee lass?”

I made a mental note to appear wee-er when he finally let go of my hair. Pity might be my best hope.