The Demon's Seduction (11 page)

“Zepar,” Thalia gasped as she rubbed her breasts against his chest.

“Yes, love,” he answered.

"What would you do to make things right?" He had thought things were right. But now he knew he would do anything.

It was Leraye who questioned. “Thalia?”

“Anything.” Responded Zepar.

All of her attention was on Zepar.

“You watched us.” Thalia’s tongue played with Zepar’s nipples even as he slid his fingers to her sex and toyed with her clitoris.

“Yes,” Zepar answered.

“In the dungeon?” she probed.

“Yes.” He held his gaze steady on Thalia.

“Are you willing to give Leraye what he really wants?” She asked softly, her attention still on Zepar, but she’d managed to pull Leraye in to her snare as well.

“What do you think that is?” Zepar asked. He'd stopped breathing in anticipation, as if he couldn’t wait for her next words.

“He wants to put his cock in your ass,” she said baldly.

Everyone stilled.

It was as if Thalia had unleashed an elephant in the giant chamber and everyone feared that if they moved, the elephant would crush them.

“It’s not necessary.” Leraye denied and pushed away from Thalia, away from Zepar.

The words, his actions, cut Zepar in the heart.

“I think it is.” Thalia countered. “Do you love me?”

“Yes.” They answered in tandem.

“Yes," Zepar said again. The word was more emphatic and more sure the second time around.

They both loved her.

“I love you, too.” She smiled, a serene, elegant yet somehow wicked smile. “And I want you to fuck each other.”

Zepar’s cock jerked at the coarse words. Of course he’d trained her in what to say to Demons to get them to respond but her words evoked images that he’d banished years ago.

He’d never been breached. That act was the last stronghold to deny what lay in his heart. He would only fuck Leraye. Zepar had never allowed the reverse. He’d let the Demon suck him off while chained and trapped but his ass remained inviolate.

“Do you agree?” Thalia’s harsh words broke into Zepar’s memories.

“Yes,” he said hoarsely. Because in his heart, he wanted exactly what Leraye and Thalia wanted.

"Not without you, Thalia,” Leraye said. Zepar knew in that moment that Leraye would protect Thalia at all costs.

Thalia agreed breathlessly.

Leraye took charge. “Bed. Now.” A shiver of arousal skimmed over Zepar.

“Thalia, lie down. Spread your legs,” Leraye said.

She lay on the velvet duvet and spread her legs wide. The glistening folds of her sex beckoned. “You haven’t had your cock for the day, have you?” Zepar said.

She twitched as if trying to suck in a cock that wasn’t there. Her fingers moved toward her pussy.

“Don’t touch yourself.” Leraye ordered her. “Watch us first.”

Zepar’s cock was already hard again as he stood by the side of the bed. Leraye came up behind him and pressed his hard muscled chest against the tense planes of Zepar’s back. The sensation was unfamiliar and yet he relaxed into the embrace. Leraye’s chest hair crinkled against his back and the hard rod of Leraye’s erection rubbed in the cleft of his buttocks.

And then Leraye reached around his waist and gripped Zepar’s cock in his masculine hand. The rougher, bigger palm should have been more like his own and yet, Leraye was shaped differently, so he felt the change from the tip of his cock down to his toes.

Leraye circled Zepar’s throbbing, aching cock and squeezed.

Zepar stiffened.

And Leraye swiped the ball of his thumb over his weeping head repeatedly. Until Zepar’s hips involuntarily began to move, trying to initiate harder contact.

Thalia whimpered.

“Don’t worry, angel. I’m just getting him ready for you.” With one final swipe, Leraye released Zepar's cock. Leraye’s stubbled jaw brushed his shoulder and Zepar felt the lightest of kisses on his neck. Leraye’s voice rumbled in his ear. “Turn around.”

Zepar turned slowly to face Leraye. Despite his harsh commands, a certain vulnerability hovered in Leraye’s pale blue gaze. And Zepar sought to reassure him the only way he could.

Zepar cupped Leraye’s jaw in his hand and slowly brought his mouth to his friend’s. The first touch of their lips was tentative. A mere brush of their mouths. But then as if a torrent of sensation released within him, Zepar grabbed Leraye’s hips and jerked their bodies together.

Everything about kissing Leraye was harder. Thicker jaw, harder lips, and even harder pressure against his mouth. The thick broad planes of Leraye's chest against Zepar’s and the hard rod of his erection as they rubbed their cocks together. And Zepar loved it.

Leraye’s arms curled tight around Zepar’s ribs and he thrust his tongue inside of Zepar’s mouth. Suddenly the contact was rough, intense as their tongues dueled for supremacy and they rubbed their cocks against the softer skin of their bellies. Pre-cum leaked from Zepar’s slit and coated Leraye’s belly and Zepar wanted to claim this warrior.

Zepar groaned and Leraye broke out of the embrace.

“Fuck her, gently,” Leraye said.

Zepar climbed on the bed and hovered over Thalia. Heat rose from her aroused body. Her nipples were reddened and puckered and begged for his mouth. Zepar bent down and sucked one hardened tip into his mouth. She tasted of sex and love. Her regal body flushed. Red love bites marred the insides of her thighs, the marks from Leraye’s mouth.

Thalia’s gaze was glued to Zepar’s cock. He’d never been so hard in his life. “Please.”

Slowly, Zepar eased his cock into her wet folds. Her sex suctioned him in as if she had been long without a cock and was starving for one. The contact was feminine and sweet and erotic as she softly, gently kissed him.

Her kiss was nothing like the invasion from Leraye yet touched a tender place inside of Zepar. A sense of completing their circle swept through him.

Zepar pulled back out, and teased her clitoris with the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth with just enough pressure to have her squirming. The sensual arousal fizzed through him like fine champagne and he began a slow glide into her sex. Zepar lost himself in sensation.

The cool touch of Leraye’s hand on his buttocks sharpened his awareness. The squirt of lubricant onto his hole caused his body to clench at the untried contact.

But Leraye, as if understanding that this first time was important, soothed him with strong sure strokes. Leraye’s palm slid from the back of Zepar’s neck, down his spine, to cup his balls. But then with his other hand, Leraye eased his finger into Zepar, then out, keeping the same slow rhythm that Zepar had going with Thalia. Easy, sweet, seductive.

“I have wanted to fuck you for over a thousand years,” Leraye said hoarsely.

Zepar's heart contracted. Passion for his old lover overwhelmed any regret at how long this moment had taken.

Leraye positioned his cock at Zepar’s hole. Each time Zepar flowed in and out of Thalia’s pussy, the head of Leraye’s cock rubbed over Zepar’s rosette. Tingles began in the tips of his toes and traveled up his body until he felt as if he were buzzing.

On the next glide into Thalia’s body, Leraye slid his cock inside of Zepar.

The sensation of being filled to bursting threatened to swallow Zepar whole. He felt split in two and yet complete for the first time in his life.

Thalia’s entire body throbbed. The slow rhythm Zepar had started only prolonged her arousal. He’d refused to take the sex to the next level and it was driving her crazy.

Suddenly there was a change in their contact.

He was keeping the same slow pace but his body was heavier on top of hers. Thalia opened her eyes and stared over Zepar’s shoulder into Leraye’s joyous gaze. His arms strained as he held himself above Zepar and above Thalia, his entire body clenched in desire.

She had two gorgeous Demons on top of her.

“Harder,” she and Zepar said at the same time.

And they began to fuck in earnest.

Thalia kept her eyes open and watched Leraye fulfill his dream. He slammed in and out of Zepar’s body, the hard contact shimmied and shook her as well. Zepar’s cock filled her, so hard and so thick she could barely breathe.

Leraye arched back, his mouth opened in a groan as he came inside of Zepar. With a shout, Zepar emptied his cock into her body, and the throb of their release triggered Thalia’s.

Power burst from their joined bodies, almost a physical force. Light and energy shimmered in the air around them. Zepar and Leraye's bodies hummed and sizzled, transferring some power to Thalia.

Her sex pulsed and clenched around Zepar’s cock, the contractions of her womb so hard she lost her sight for a moment.

And then she opened her eyes to see two Demons smiling. Sweat coated their muscles but something softer and yet still tense hovered in the air.

Leraye turned Zepar’s chin and kissed him full on the mouth. Their mouths met intimately. Their kiss turned feral and triggered another orgasm in Thalia.

Watching them while Zepar’s cock still pulsed inside her was incredibly erotic. She sighed.

Then they broke the kiss and both Demons turned their attention to Thalia.

“What?” They asked in unison.

“It’s so beautiful,” she replied.

Her breath stuttered. But it wasn’t because their combined weight pressed her further into the mattress. It was the look in both of their eyes. One light, one dark, both filled with love for her. Thalia reached up to cup their heads in her palms. As one they leaned down and kissed her. Their mouths joined in a triangle of lust and love.

Another burst of power shot through her.

Zepar and Leraye’s ended the kiss. Their faces filled with wonder. “Magick,” Leraye whispered.

“Love,” Zepar contradicted.

They took turns licking the salty skin of her neck.

“We all found what we were hungry for,” Thalia said happily. “Which reminds me....”

“Anything,” Zepar replied.

“Everything,” Leraye responded.

She smiled sultrily. “Next time I get to be the middle of the sandwich.”

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Acknowledgments

Huge thanks once again....

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To LGC Smith for her emergency reads and props.

To Martha at Alpha Division for her guidance and encouragement and sheer determination to succeed. (I can't thank you enough.)

To Cecilia Gray for anything and everything: phone calls, texts and emails from Yay! to the OMG, my career is over.

To my husband who has supported everything I do even when he doesn't necessarily understand it.

I would be nowhere without you all.

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Subtle light flickered against the black walls. Blood red velvet drapes hung at the windows and let in the fading rays of the sun. While flames licked at the soot-stained stone, Vetis, Demon of Corruption, lounged in the velvet upholstered chair, one leg flung over the ornately carved wooden arm, and stared disinterestedly at the destructive, seductive beauty of the flames.

Gods, he needed a distraction. A challenge.

Prince Gaap had ordered them all to gather as much human energy as possible to prepare for an imminent attack by the Fae. Intelligence suggested the Fae would advance soon. The Demons had to be ready. A battle was coming. He understood. And he would fight to the death before he spent another moment trapped beneath the Earth again. But Vetis was deadly bored with siphoning the energy from dissolute humans bent on destroying their lives with greed.

“A visitor, my Lord.” His current butler, Figgins, bowed.

“Who is it?” Did he even want to know? He swallowed the compulsion to send away without an audience whoever chose to disturb him.

“Edward, the gambler, sir.”

Vetis sighed.

The sod was trying his patience. The man owed Vetis. That was what happened when you bargained with a Demon...and lost.

“Get a cell ready.” He would draw the energy generated by the man’s fear and be done with him.

“Yes, my Lord.” Figgins clicked his heels together. “Shall I show them in?”

“Them?”

“Ah, yes. He has...a lady with him.”

Stupid sod. He thought to trade another for his debt. How many freaking times had these ignorant humans thought they could get away with cheating a demon? Would they never learn?

“Show them in.”

“Very good sir.”

Figgins opened the grand doors to his chamber with a flourish. A sudden rush of cool air swept through the room and the velvet curtains swayed as if heralding a sea change.

Towing a reluctant woman along in his wake, the fool gambler strode in as if he owned the castle. His hard-soled shoes clicked along the stone floor, the harder tap of her stilettos a counter beat to the gambler’s stride.

Still slouched on his throne chair, Vetis observed them.

Edward the gambler fairly vibrated with energy, radiating an excitement strangely at odds with his predicament. He saw no fear in the man. His thoughts were full of only anticipation.