The Demon's Seduction (7 page)

Thalia blinked, and her gaze slid between the two of them.

“He tutored me quite effectively in the art of seduction.” Leraye sprinkled pomegranate seeds over her collarbone and down the center of her body. “We spent hours discussing our appetites and what we would do when we rose to the surface again. Isn’t that right?”

“True,” Zepar replied slowly. His heart constricted as he remembered thousands of years together. Until they’d broken free of their prison and then Zepar had never touched Leraye again. He had denied his longing for his former lover, focusing only on the pleasure of female flesh.

“He gave me my first sexual experience.” Leraye’s glittering blue gaze pierced Zepar.

The air was heavy with memory as Zepar held Leraye's gaze.

“Well aren’t you lucky? I’m still waiting for my turn with the Demon of Seduction,” Thalia said.

The intense moment was broken by her teasing words.

Leraye snorted. “Yes, you are.”

And Zepar understood, he was to give her this. In payment for her service to Leraye. In payment for the way he'd used her last night. Once they left this chamber the bond would be broken forever and she would go back to being forbidden. And Zepar would go back to denying his attraction for Leraye. So he had to make this count.

“It's a feast fit for Demons.” Leraye’e eyes danced with mischief.

Camaraderie and friendship rolled over him. He would make this about Thalia and sex. Nothing more. “And feast we shall.”

Succulent fruit food adorned her body, slices of apple ringed her belly button, strawberries rested in the valley between her breasts. “We just need the final ingredient.”

Leraye nestled a bunch of grapes in the V of her thighs.

They had spoken of this. In the long years of imprisonment, Zepar had combined the banquet of sex and food and lust for a woman into an elaborate scenario where he could slake all of his hungers at once. He realized now that in all of those scenarios, Leraye had been present.

Clearly Leraye had never forgotten.

“Where to start, where to start.” Leraye rubbed his hands together like a general anticipating battle. Then he gestured to Zepar. “Why don’t you do the honors.”

Breasts. Zepar loved a female’s breasts. The most feminine of attributes. “I’ve a yen for her breasts.”

“Most excellent.”

By silent agreement, Zepar and Leraye lay on either side of Thalia. As one, they extended their tongues, with a delicate lick, Zepar caressed the side of Thalia’s rounded globe. “You have the most exquisite tits,” Zepar murmured.

Zepar curled his tongue all the way around her breast and squeezed. Leraye did the same, as they created twin peaks and crushed the peaches over her nipples. Juice from the ripe fruit leaked down and exploded on Zepar's tongue with sweetness.

Zepar lost himself in the glory of Thalia's breasts, nuzzling the underside and curling the tip of his tongue around one generous globe as Leraye mimicked his action with her other breast. She arched, her breath a soft sigh. But that was not what he wanted to hear. He wanted her writhing in ecstasy. He slid the palm of his hand over her hip avoiding the fruit that blocked his path, tracing his finger over her soft skin. She arched up to press her breast into his face. Zepar glanced at Leraye but he was lost in the glory of Thalia's breasts as well.

As Zepar edged his hand toward her slit, his fingers collided with Leraye's. For a moment, the simple contact gave him pause, the callused pads of Leraye's fingers skimmed over the back of his hand and stunned him with a sensual shiver. Leraye twined his fingers with Zepar's and lead them to the promise of Thalia's wet sex. They avoided the grapes, and rubbed their joined fingers along her cleft. The scent of her musk was heavy in the morning air along with the sweet juice of the peaches. His pulse thudded in his cock as his body responded with an unusual urgency to the sensual play between the three of them.

Thalia's softer, smoother fingers curled around his cock and her thumb swiped over the head. Leraye's cock was receiving the same attentions. For some reason the sight of the three of them intimately entwined struck a chord within his chest. They were his best friends these two. A swell of emotion thundered in his heart.

Zepar speared their middle fingers into her feminine channel. Their thumbs trilled against the swollen bud of her clitoris and the press of their joined hands smashed the grapes against her hot sex. Cool grape juice coated their fingers and her cleft.

Thalia arched and moaned.

“You like that, angel?” Leraye growled. The sound arrowed through Zepar like a lightening bolt.

Zepar devoured the peach over her nipple then caught the hard bud in his lips. The steady pressure of her fingers around his cock was a seductive pleasure. And the erotic slide of his fingers with Leraye's into her sex set up a sensual rhythm against her clit. The sounds of sex and moans filled the air. It felt as if they were connected on some other surreal plane, intertwined so that it was difficult to tell where one started and the others left off.

The surge of Thalia's hips became more frantic. Her fist tightened on his cock and everything in Zepar readied. He could feel the clench of her walls around their fingers.

His arousal built and built as his cock grew harder. Sweat slicked her skin, and the scent of their three bodies filled the air.

She was near her climax. His own cock had swelled, the orgasm about to crescendo through him.

As one he and Leraye leaned into Thalia and swept down to give her a kiss.

Their three mouths met in a zap of pleasure. For a shocked moment. Zepar froze and stared into the depths of Leraye’s pale gaze.

Their fingers were still joined and pumping in and out of Thalia. Her fingers curled around their cocks.

Pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. But he wanted inside her body. Wanted to give her everything she'd asked for earlier.

Zepar broke away and disengaged their fingers. His actions were clumsy as he unwrapped her fingers from his erection. A bewildered frown marred her face.

“Feed your cock to her. In her mouth,” he commanded Leraye, his voice guttural.

Leraye shifted so that he straddled Thalia’s face and leaned forward to nibble at the pomegranate seeds. She tilted her head back to take all of him in her throat and exposed the long white column of her neck.

Zepar watched Leraye’s thick, hard cock slid between her reddened lips. The same mouth had worked him last night. An intense desire to be inside her blinded him. His own cock swelled even harder and he could wait no longer.

Zepar plunged into Thalia’s slick channel. Zepar set a slow pace and Leraye matched his rhythm as they pumped in and out of her body.

The air was heavy with the scent of crushed fruit and sex. Zepar couldn’t take his gaze from the way Leraye fucked her mouth. Thalia wrapped her hands around Leraye’s buttocks as if urging him to go faster.

Gods, the sight caused his own climax to bubble out of control.

Zepar worried that they were hurting her but then she lifted her legs and curled them around his buttocks. The move pulled his chest closer to her body. The bed squeaked as they rocked back and forth. Each thrust brought them nearer to their completion.

Thalia bowed, back arched, as she moaned long and hard. As Thalia climaxed, her feminine fist milked Zepar’s cock and he let the sensations burst. He and Leraye shouted together.

Triumph roared through him as his cum jetted from his cock into her womb and Leraye’s semen pumped down her throat. His gaze caught Leraye’s and he thought to see the same triumph there. They had fulfilled their fantasy.

Instead, Leraye's gaze was filled with a fierce possession. Leraye curled his fingers around Zepar’s skull and pulled him closer. Leraye slanted his head and kissed Zepar. The hard thrust of Leraye’s lips against his mouth shocked him. The uncontrollable urge to kiss Leraye back thundered in Zepar’s pulse, equal parts arousal and fear.

His cock still pulsed within Thalia. The contrast of her soft body and Leraye’s hard fingers and mouth were too much. Zepar pulled away.

This wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to be about sex with Leraye. It was supposed to be about Thalia.

Zepar yanked his cock from her sex and jumped off the bed. His chest heaved as he stared at them. Leraye had eased his cock from Thalia’s mouth and sat back on his heels. Thalia had rolled to lay with her head resting on the hard, thick muscles of Leraye’s thighs.

Leraye looked at him with pity. Zepar couldn't understand why Leraye seemed without mercy.

Zepar shifted to Thalia. Recrimination and regret shimmered in her slumberous gaze.

He hadn't done anything wrong.

But as he submitted to their scrutiny, he understood, he hadn't done anything right either.

He turned on his heel and left as if a hundred Fir Bolg assassins were after him.

“That went well.” Thalia turned away from Leraye and curled into a ball on her side.

Leraye eased down behind her and wrapped a hard arm around her waist. “You had to know the night was doomed to end poorly.”

She might have yelled at him if she hadn't heard the sorrow in his voice. Thalia trailed her fingertips over the deep scars on his arms, testament to his fierceness in battle. She wanted desperately to soothe him. For if she was disappointed, how must Leraye feel? He’d been in love with Zepar for years. “True.”

She lay on crushed grapes. His body cocooned hers from shoulder to ankle. The heavy weight of his arm anchored her in place. Leraye placed a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin behind her ear. Her heart trembled at his attempt to soothe her.

“What do you really dream of?” he asked quietly.

She tensed. “What do you mean?”

“You lied.” He ran his nose along the shell of her ear. His soft breath tickled the sensitive skin.

“No one wants to know what I really want.” She shrugged off her dreams as if they were of no consequence. A heavy despair settled over her. She had made her choices years ago and she had to live with them.

“I want to know.” Leraye rolled her over to face him. His jaw was dusted with the shadow of a beard but his eyes were clear and intent. “You matter.”

Thalia rubbed her thumb over his lips and marveled at how a hard Demon could have such a soft mouth. “It hurts too much.”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

He was a study in contradictions. Hard, muscled warrior. His features were almost harsh in their spareness. Battled-hardened and tough to the core. Except his touch was the gentle, feather light as if she were a precious, delicate flower and he worried of crushing her with his brute strength.

Fine
. Thalia replied defiantly, as if daring him to mock her simple desires, “Love. A home.”

“Is this castle not your home?”

“It’s a shelter,” she corrected. “A very nice shelter.”

He seemed to be thinking, his gaze narrowed as he stared at her. “Anything else?”

“A lover.” Her gaze automatically shifted to the heavy arched doors that Zepar had recently stormed through.

Leraye’s callused fingers cupped her cheek and brought her attention back to him. “What if I offered to give you those things?”

He kissed a trail down her neck, and nuzzled the sensitive spot where her shoulder connected with her neck before licking his way to her breasts.

Her heart bump-bumped with a frantic beat. “You are in love with another.” She swallowed away the lump in her throat. She couldn’t speak Zepar’s name.

“Who is to say I couldn’t be in love with you too?” He twirled his tongue around her hardening bud as if trying to coax her body into agreement.

Even as her heart petrified, her body melted. His sensual attention was like a balm to her battered soul. Affection and arousal eddied through her. They would be a good match. And they had at least one thing in common. They both loved Zepar.

And Zepar wouldn't allow himself to love Leraye or Thalia. If wasn’t quite what she had dreamed of...well, that would have to be okay.

***

Zepar paced the Prince’s war room. Where the hell was Leraye? And what the hell had happened in that chamber?

“Sit down.” Gaap commanded him. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Zepar dropped into one of the chairs that surrounded the massive round table and promptly began tapping one finger on the rowan slab.

The ornate door swung open and Leraye strode in with a jaunty swagger.

For some reason, Leraye’s cocky grin grated on Zepar’s nerves. He glowered at his old friend.

Old
friend
. Somehow that label didn’t fit right anymore. Something had changed in that room. And Zepar didn’t know how to change it back. “Why are you so happy?”

How could Leraye be so happy when Zepar was still so confused?

One of Leraye’s dark eyebrows rose. He stared hard at Zepar hard then shifted to Gaap. He bowed low. “Prince.”

You are recovered, then?” Prince Gaap studied Leraye, searching for signs of ill effects from the Fae spell.

“I am very well.” Leraye stood in front of the Prince.

“You seem to be fully recovered. More than recovered, you appear to be thriving." Prince Gaap motioned for Leraye to sit. "So let's discuss what has happened since you were frozen.”

“I could hear your words even though I was not responsive.” Leraye leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his massive chest. His muscles bunched and he was very carefully not looking at Zepar.

Why wouldn't Leraye look at him?

‘We need to figure out what the Fae did to you.” Zepar didn’t want the same to happen to Leraye again.

Leraye nodded. “Agreed.”

“Any ideas? We looked for a dart, any wound on your body, but could find none.” A fine sheen of sweat covered Zepar’s face as he remembered the frantic search for a wound, then the raging disappointment when they found nothing.

“I believe it was some sort of massive electrical overload that rendered me basically null. Unable to move, unable to do anything.”

Gaap studied him. “But you were aware?”

“I could hear you and see you but I couldn’t make my body obey any commands.”