Seductive Soul (Ubiquity)

by Lindt, Allyson

  She felt the cooler temperature on her other nipple, followed by more intense sucking. And then there were two mouths on her. The sensations alternated between chocolate and whipped cream being layered on her skin, and hungry tongues lapping it up. She writhed in pleasure, wanting to sate a need, but unable to reach.

  “And then there’s my favorite. Honey.” Irdu dribbled the sticky sweetness along her lips, then crushed his mouth to hers, to devour her kiss and the honey.

  Her hips thrust without her permission, trying to experience what the rest of her body was being lavished in.

  All contact stopped, and for a moment, she swore her heart did as well. Then a warm, heavy drizzle hit her stomach and traveled lower. It pooled along her thighs and ran between her legs, mingling with her own juices.

  A tongue licked along the inside of her leg, and she gasped. Was that Izzy or Irdu? She didn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop.

  He licked higher. When he drew a path up her slit, she cried out. A pleasure she’d never felt when she masturbated filled her head and body.

  Lips circled her clit, and a tongue flicked fast and hard. Climax sped through her, and she lost herself in the sensations when she came. She bucked and thrashed against whoever was sucking on her.

  And he didn’t stop. Fingers slid inside her, and another mouth was back on her nipples.

  Her head threatened to float away.

  The two men devoured her until she was spent and breathless, and her throat was sore.

  The contact with her body stopped again, and she forced her heart to slow. Focused on taking deep breaths.

  A new touch, softer and gentler, undid the bindings on her arms and legs, and then helped her sit.

  When the blindfold fell away, she had to blink several times, to let her eyes adjust to the light.

  Izzy watched her, a smirk on his face. He twisted to scoop her into his arms, and she didn’t resist. She doubted her legs worked, anyway.

  She leaned her head against his chest, as he carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

  “Do you want to keep going?” Irdu asked.

  “Yes.” Ronnie’s answer came without hesitation. Desire hummed over her, and every inch of her felt alive. Her body begged for more.

  Chapter Four

  Ronnie didn’t have hang-ups or reservations about the naked human body. She understood most people preferred some level of modesty, and she could comply. But for her, the body was no different from any other container.

  Or it never had been, before. With the anticipation of what came next, seeing Irdu and Izzy naked was extra-cherry-on-top yummy.

  Irdu gripped the short strands of Izzy’s light hair and crushed their mouths together. Twin groans danced along Ronnie’s skin. Watching the passion was almost as tasty watching the passion as it was being in the middle of it.

  Not every sensation racing over Ronnie’s skin was natural. Since Izzy was mostly mortal, hints of his desire tickled her senses. Irdu was projecting something too. It was like an amplifier on the need that already filled the room.

  They broke apart, and Izzy gave his attention to her. He crawled toward her on the bed and laid a series of soft pecks along her lips. When she parted her mouth with a sigh, he deepened the kiss.

  He tasted faintly of honey and sex. God, that was delicious. She pressed into him, wanting to devour every bit of what he offered.

  “How is this supposed to help me avoid sensory addiction?” she asked breathlessly. “Because I can tell you right now, I’m not going to be satisfied with less in the future. You’re setting a high bar.”

  Irdu knelt next to her, brushed her hair from her neck, and trailed his lips along the sensitive skin. “It’s not a matter of avoiding anything. It’s all about when and how you indulge. Right time. Right place. Right person... or people.”

  “I like the idea of indulging properly.” Ronnie leaned into his touch. She gasped when he bit her shoulder. Traces of his magic wove through the playful mark, keeping the sting from evaporating right away. Nice touch.

  “I don’t care much for proper,” he said, dragging a path with from her jaw to her mouth, “but I’m going to agree just this once.” He captured her face between his palms and kissed her hard.

  Each press of his lips was a new flavor of desire, racing through her veins. Spice and heat and tangy-sweet.

  Izzy kissed down her arm, lingering when he reached the inside of her wrist. The light scuff of stubble was another texture for her to appreciate.

  “You’re uncharacteristically quiet,” she said when she met his gaze.

  Izzy gave her a playful grin. “I’m wrapped up in the hot demon sex. Not much to add beyond, so glad I’m here.”

  A flush of heat spread through her, growing to white-hot when he wrapped his lips around her nipple. He flicked his tongue back and forth across the nub, making her groan into Irdu’s kiss.

  Irdu placed his palm against her windpipe with just enough pressure to shorten her breath. He used his weight to nudge her onto her back, and pinned her to the mattress. The follow-up kiss was intense and hungry, with him biting her lip and scraping his teeth along her chin.

  He used his knee to wedge her legs apart and knelt between them. Her anticipation soared when he glided the head of his cock along her slit. Physically, she wasn’t a virgin, but this was so different from pleasing herself.

  Irdu thrust inside her, stretching her out and filling her up. Way better than fingers or a vibrator.

  Izzy moved his mouth back to hers, while he kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

  Irdu slid out of her almost completely, before gliding back in, letting her feel that first penetration again. He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him, so she was straddling him.

  Ronnie was pretty sure a move like that didn’t work when magic wasn’t involved. Not that she was complaining.

  He dragged his fingers up her back. Everywhere he touched left whispers of need to hum under her skin. He pulled her to him and drew one nipple into his mouth. He wasn’t moving inside her, but feeling his cock resting inside her was tantalizing.

  He glided his hands down her sides and over her ass, to spread her cheeks open.

  She squealed in surprised delight when something cold touched her. The lube warmed quickly, as Izzy spread it over her skin. He nudged her asshole, then inched in slowly.

  She hadn’t considered that her first encounter would involve so much, like double penetration, but if she was going big... Irdu and Izzy were the way to do it.

  When they were both buried inside her, Irdu started a slow rocking. There was a toe-curling friction, from being captured between them. Irdu raised his head again, to suck on her nipple, and she leaned into his mouth.

  There were so many touches, she didn’t know where to focus. The surge of desire filled her head until her brain felt like cotton candy.

  Izzy slipped a hand into the mix and stroked her clit. The contact added another layer to the looming overload. Pleasure danced over her body even where they weren’t making contact.

  The non-stop attention drew her toward the edge of another orgasm. Izzy increased the pressure on her clit at the same time as the pace sped up.

  Her world blurred and mingled into the desire that pulsed everywhere. She wasn’t sure where one feeling stopped and the next started. She heard both men groaning, the spine-tingling sound mixing with her own shouts.

  Ronnie lost track of time and her surroundings. Another new feeling overlapped the rest—multiple auras mingling and dancing and intertwining when the men came.

  As the edge of her peak faded away, the world swam back into focus. The grinding and stroking had stopped, but the skin-on-skin contact was still there.

  Izzy slipped out of Ronnie. The release of pressure drew a soft sigh from her. She rolled to the side, to lie next to Irdu, and Izzy collapsed on the bed with them. For a short while, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing.


  When Izzy extracted himself from the pile, Ronnie frowned.

  He leaned in and kissed her lightly. “I have to go.” His voice was soft. Soothing. Tempting. “Thank you for letting me join in.”

  A new thought occurred to her—one she should have had sooner. Demons and angels didn’t place an emotional weight on sex, but he’d been mostly mortal for almost a century. Had he picked up that human habit?

  “Will this make things awkward?” Ronnie hated to ask, but she needed to know.

  He smiled and shook his head. “I wouldn’t have done it if that were the case. Give me a call next time you want to hang out. I’m usually around.”

  She liked that. Then again, she was pretty fond of everything about this encounter.

  RONNIE LIKED WAKING up here—the smooth, high-thread-count cotton on her skin, Irdu’s warm body next to hers...

  It was a shame this was only a one-time thing. And that Izzy had to leave last night. A demon could get used to a life like this.

  “You want breakfast?” Irdu sat up and raked his fingers through his hair.

  Ronnie trailed her gaze over him. Yup, still sexy this morning. “You’re not going to kick me out and wish me the best of luck with life?”

  “Tomorrow night. But this isn’t much of an orientation if you only get a few hours of how incredible I am.”

  She laughed. “I thought the point was for me to figure out what I liked and learn how to control the impulse to indulge in everything. When did this become about you?”

  “What? Oh yeah. It’s totally about your self-discovery and that thing you said. Don’t listen to me.” His tone was playful.

  She was torn between amusement and watching him walk across the bedroom. Damn, he had a nice ass. “Given all of that, I assume breakfast will be the ultimate in decadence,” she said.

  “It absolutely will be. You get to watch me cook.” He yanked on a pair of sweat shorts and tossed her a T-shirt. “Put that on and follow me. And before you ask, too many clothes now means more to take off later.”

  She hadn’t considered asking, but she liked his logic. The black cotton was worn and soft against her skin, and the print on the front looked like it read Hendrix at one time, but now it was more of a niioi. It hung a third of the way down her thighs, and smelled like fabric softener and the green of his aura.

  She phased to semi-corporeal, long enough to reset her hair and solidify as clean. She padded into the other room and took a stool at the breakfast bar, while he moved around the kitchen.

  He was a gorgeous sight to behold, as he pulled out mixing bowls, ingredients, and a skillet.

  Ronnie knew how to cook. As in, the knowledge had been shoved in her head about how to follow recipes and what all the terminology meant. She’d discovered that, as with anything artistic, knowing and doing were two separate things. Most of her diet so far consisted of cold cereal, ice cream, and things other people prepared.

  Irdu had the art down, though. There was no hesitation in his fluid movements, as he dumped dry ingredients into a bowl without measuring and cracked eggs with one hand. He pulled a white squeeze-bottle, like the ones some diners kept ketchup and mustard in, from the cupboard and slid it across the counter. “Heat that up, will you?”

  That was something she could do. She held the plastic between her palms and pictured a flicker of heat passing through her hands. Enough to make the contents warm, without melting the container. The faint scent of chocolate greeted her.

  When she set the bottle aside again, Irdu was watching her with an eyebrow raised.

  “Did I do something wrong?” Ronnie asked.

  “I meant in the microwave, but that works too. So you prefer fire?”

  Ah. Lucifer had warned her about this. It took a lot of power to master manipulating one element, and most demons couldn’t manage more than that, if they even got the one.

  Ronnie dabbled in all of them. She didn’t know how, but it came naturally. She wasn’t supposed to make a big deal out of it. She also didn’t want to lie about it. “I don’t know that I prefer it. Fire heats things better than water does.”

  “Right.” He grabbed another stack from the fridge, including a pint of strawberries. He handed her the fruit, a plastic cutting board, and a knife. “Unless you can summon blades, too.”

  “I’m not that good.” Wielding magical weapons was strictly the realm of the three originals—Lucifer, Michael, and Gabriel. No one else had that kind of power.

  She diced strawberries, while he worked whatever non-magical magic he was doing with food. Even if he didn’t radiate sex appeal, she’d be drooling over the guy who could whip up crepes and filling with less effort than it took her to make canned soup.

  He arranged the crepes on plates, including generous portions of the strawberries, and chocolate hazelnut spread from the bottle she’d warmed, then put a small scoop of fresh cream on top, before handing her a dish.

  “I think I love you,” she teased.

  He took the stool next to hers, his own food in front of him. “I get that a lot.”

  She tried to get a little of everything on the fork—which was way too much—and crammed the first bite into her mouth. A rainbow of flavor flowed over her tongue. She groaned at the beauty of it and sank into each taste, on its own, and mixed together.

  “Well?” he asked.

  She paused, second forkful of food halfway to her mouth. “Whatever you do at Ubiquity, your talent is wasted.” Oh right. He did this—showed new demons the time of their life before work started.

  Why did that taste more sour than it had last night?

  Chapter Five

  Ronnie was being weird. She swallowed the strange feeling, to make room for more yummy food.

  “Thanks.” Irdu chuckled, and dug into his own meal.

  They ate in silence for a few minutes.

  “Besides eating and fucking, what are some of your favorite things about earth so far?” Irdu looked and sounded genuinely interested.

  That was pretty attractive too. “Dancing. Music.”

  He wrinkled his nose and took a swig of coffee.

  “What’s the look for?” Ronnie asked, amused. She gestured to the shirt. “You obviously don’t have too much of a problem with music.”

  “Hendrix. Zeppelin. Bowie. Real music. You say dance, and I think loud, obnoxious beat with more pounding than tune.”

  “I think you’re overlooking the nuances of a hardcore dance remix.”

  He shook his head, but he was smiling. “To each their own, but you’re totally wrong. It’s too bad a weekend isn’t enough time to correct that flaw in your education.”

  “Not with that attitude.”

  “Eat your crepe.” Irdu hopped from his seat.

  Ronnie wasn’t going to argue with a command like that. When he returned, he held his phone. He swiped the screen a few times, then set it in a dock. Guitar screamed from invisible speakers, followed by Steven Tyler, doing the same.

  She knew Aerosmith. Lucifer would never admit it in public, but he frequently had the band playing in his office. She tapped her toes against the rung of her stool in time to the music. The rhythm worked its way through her, until she was bobbing her head and then on her feet, swaying her hips. “You can dance to this.”

  “No. You can dance to this. I can watch.” A deeper thread wove into his amusement.

  Ronnie looked up to find him doing exactly that. As long as everyone was enjoying themselves... She lost herself in the song again, swaying and throwing herself into the guitars and drums and voices.

  She didn’t pause when Irdu stepped up to her. Instead of joining her, he knotted his fingers in her hair, at the base of her skull. He swallowed her startled squeak by kissing her hard. Sparks of green and gold raced over and around her.

  Irdu steered her back to the stool, lifted her to sit, and slid between her legs. The lightweight fabric of his shorts scuffed along the inside of her thighs, and hints of the knit brushed against her
bare pussy.

  She was seeing the benefit of putting on fewer clothes for breakfast.

  He grabbed a strawberry from the bowl and dipped it in whipped cream. He dotted the fruit lightly along her lips and licked away each dab of cream, before dropping the berry in her mouth and kissing her hard.

  It was so easy to fall into his touches. Each one sparked in a slightly different way, humming through her.

  “It’s a good thing demons don’t gain weight,” she teased when they broke apart.

  “It’s a good thing demons don’t suffer from a lot of human ailments. For instance, getting hung up on whether or not rough, hard, casual sex is appropriate.”

  “I’d definitely hate for that to be a road block.”

  Irdu dipped his finger in melted Nutella and dipped it into her mouth.

  She drew her tongue along the pad, spending several seconds licking it clean.

  “If I cover my cock in Nutella, will you suck that, too?” he asked.

  Ronnie raised an eyebrow, grabbed the plastic squeeze bottle, and knelt at his feet.

  His gaze never left her, and the sharp breath he sucked in between his teeth said she wasn’t the only one enjoying the moment.

  “I should warn you, in case it’s not clear, I don’t have any experience with this.” She was willing to learn, though.

  His smile grew devilish. “I’m a simple guy to please, and I don’t have any problems with giving directions. First, you need to see my dick to suck it.”

  “Smart ass.” She was laughing though as she tugged down the waistband of his shorts. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, and he shuddered against her touch. Need pulsed between her legs. This was making her wet, and she wasn’t even touching herself.

  She drizzled the cooling sauce along his length, then traced her tongue along the same path, licking up the sugary treat.

  His groan was electrifying. She wanted more of that sound. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, earning an even deeper growl. God, the noises he made were as good as the food.

  Irdu set the bottle aside and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “I want to see my cock in your mouth.”