by Zoey Marcel
“Listen to me, Claire. I don’t know who this Rochelle is, but I don’t want you thinking about anyone else right now. This is between you and me. Say yes if you understand me.”
She cried out with thrilling pain when he twisted her tit and then in euphoria when his other hand ventured under her skirt and cupped her pussy. “Yes.”
“Now,” he whispered seductively into her ear, “I’m only going to say this once more. Take off your skirt.”
She whimpered when he nipped at her earlobe and exhaled a smoking gust of hot air into her ear. She couldn’t seem to get the skirt off fast enough.
“Step out of it and kick it aside. I don’t want you to have anywhere to hide. There is no retreat now, Claire. You are completely mine.”
She shivered, going breathless when he caressed her hip and teased his fingers over her satin panties.
“What is this called?”
“Panties.”
“Take your panties off.”
She slid them down her legs and stepped out of them, trying not to fall over from becoming weak in the knees.
“Toss them over there on top of my clothes so I can smell and taste them later.”
Her cheeks burned as she did what he asked of her. She sighed in rapture when his fingers swiped into her slit to play with her forbidden flesh. Despite Rochelle’s blatant disapproval, nothing had ever felt as right as feeling Nex’s fingers buried in the folds of her cunt.
Claire whimpered when his naughty digits found her clitoris and toyed with it. She moved her hips to get closer to the stimulation as his fingers danced on her bundle of nerves. The seduction was slow and sweet before his pace quickened and the building sensations in her body exploded into a firestorm of abandon.
“Sh.” His palm clapped over her mouth to silence her sobs of wantonness.
Her release washed over his fingers and ran down her legs as she shuddered and convulsed against him.
“Have you ever been with a man, Claire?”
She quaked with longing at his words and the teasing fingertips that trailed all over her body. “Sort of.”
“You either were or you weren’t. Explain yourself.” His fingers poked around near her vagina while he listened to her answer.
“I sucked a man’s cock once and we planned to have sex this one time, but he couldn’t get his cock inside of me. I guess I’m too small to sleep with anybody.”
Nex kissed her neck gently and she felt his lips curve into a smile against her skin there. “You are perfectly capable of taking a man into your body. The reason he couldn’t get inside of you was because your hymen got in his way.”
Claire grew nervous when his right palm covered her mouth again while two of the fingers on his left hand were poised against her pussy.
“That will not be the case with me. Nothing will keep me out of your gorgeous body. I can promise you that.”
She screamed into his hand when he rammed his fingers up into her vagina, breaking her hymen. She might have thanked him if it wasn’t so damned painful. Her cunt burned and ached in a most unpleasant way and she felt moisture flowing from her and knew it had to be the blood of her deflowering.
Nex released her and sucked her blood off of his fingers. “Mm.”
“You bastard, you hurt me!” Claire swung her fists at his chest, but it didn’t faze him. In fact, he appeared to be a bit entertained by her outrage. “I said we were making out and you broke my hymen!”
“I also brought you to climax, but you didn’t seem to hold any objections to that.”
“You perverted son of a bitch! You can rot down here for all I care.” She prepared to storm away, squealing when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down to the floor with him.
“You’re trying my patience, lass,” he said as he pinned her down beneath him and climbed on top of her.
“I’m trying your patience? Get your hands off me!” She gasped when he pinned her wrists down above her head and hovered over her with a smoldering glare.
“My hands are right where you want them to be,” he whispered against her lips before ravaging her mouth.
Claire melted into the passionate kiss and felt herself spread her legs more for him when he nudged her thigh with his. His flaming kiss and bawdy touches had somehow drowned out a very pissed off Rochelle. Nex was right. This was just between the two of them.
His eyes appeared golden amber now and looked untamed and animalistic as he matched his dick up to her pussy and guided the head in. His hedonistic sound when he entered her had her inflamed despite the pain of his entry. It likely would have hurt more with her hymen in the way, but even with it gone, it still proved somewhat painful given her unexplored cunt and his large penis. After a bit of thrusting, the pain soon became discomfort and eventually pleasure. She moved her hips against his, enjoying the way he twisted and jerked as he fucked his cock into her body.
She was so drunk with nirvana it barely occurred to her that her eyes were changing shape and possibly color. They were probably glowing orange right now since she was so riled up sexually. She was too enthralled with her lover to consider the possibility that he might see her unnatural eye color at the moment and realize she was a demon.
Nex hooked his arms under the backs of her knees and moved them up so her thighs were nearer her chest while he ravished her hard, deep and fast. He might have wanted her to keep quiet before, but neither of them even bothered to now. They grunted and panted with primal need as they consummated the all-consuming chemistry between them. The feel of his naked organ tunneling inside of her was to die for. The crazed, possessive look in his now tigerlike eyes was unforgettable.
“Mine,” he growled, “all mine.”
The roar Nex let out when he came inside of her sounded somewhere between the outcry of a man and the call of a great beast. He pulled her into him as their bodies writhed against each other with raw possession. He hovered over her with an iron gaze of determination as he stared down at her. His arms wobbled slightly from exertion.
Claire couldn’t stop shaking as she shivered from the frigid floor and the mad, enticing look in his eyes. They were slowly going back to their natural greenish-gray color. Hers felt normal again too.
Nex pulled out and shifted into a tiger right there in front of her. Her eyes bugged out of her head and she staggered to her feet in terror. He let out a throaty growl and stalked toward her. His eyes looked dangerous and she had no idea what his intentions were but figured in this form they couldn’t be very safe. She took off running, screaming when she heard him bolting after her. She ran out of the cellar completely naked, shutting the door in the big cat’s face. She continued screaming and ran into the other room…right into Joaquin and Dakarai.
Chapter Five:
Slave
Joaquin had woken up a brief while ago with Dakarai. They’d had their breakfast in bed and discussed the situation with Nex. They knew Claire was his mate. It was the only way he could have woken up from that coma spell Dakarai placed him under. While neither had ever met Nex personally, they knew of his reputation in the fourteenth century for killing and terrorizing the people of Scotland. While violence didn’t bother them, they knew it probably wasn’t a good idea to turn the beast loose in town.
Knowing that Claire was Nex’s true mate didn’t sit well with either of them. Dakarai admitted to wanting her to join their relationship as their permanent third, but with Nex now in the picture and Joaquin’s insane bloodlust every time he was around Claire and caught her scent, that didn’t seem possible.
They dressed and ran downstairs when they heard a roar and a woman scream. Claire came running from the direction of the cellar screaming and collided with Joaquin. His loins heated when he saw the blur of flesh coming toward him and felt her petite, feminine body slam into him. He put his hands on her to stop her momentum but left them on her smooth back and shoulders a few seconds longer than he intended to. She was naked. He didn’t know why she was naked or why she
was here so early, but she looked and felt absolutely delicious.
Fear and embarrassment entered her pretty, pale-blue eyes when she saw who it was. She retreated from him and hid behind Dakarai when the sound of rapid footsteps sounded. He was glad she trusted Dakarai but disappointed that she turned from him. It was probably in both of their best interests that she did so, but he couldn’t help his secret yearnings.
“Claire, what are you doing here? Why are you nude?” Dakarai asked her.
Joaquin turned to see Nex coming. Like Claire, he was completely in the buff. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what just transpired between them. Joaquin was surprised by the jealousy this knowledge instilled in him. He didn’t like the idea of Claire sweating and writhing against another man’s body. How dare Nex seduce the innocent woman. Then Joaquin felt the urge to pummel her fanny for behaving like a little whore without his permission. She had obviously been the one to free Nex.
“You’re the one who attacked me the other night,” Nex said in a Scottish accent.
“I don’t take kindly to men attacking what belongs to me,” Joaquin retorted.
Nex seemed surprised. “She did not tell me she was taken. Regardless, Claire is my mate, so any hold you formerly had on her means nothing to me.”
“Excuse me?” Joaquin advanced, but Dakarai held him back.
Nex grinned. “Clearly your little siren prefers me to you, don’t you, lass?”
Joaquin tried to swing at him, but again Dakarai held him back. Why the hell was his partner shirtless? He glanced back at a shivering Claire, who now wore Dakarai’s long-sleeved, plaid shirt. It was quite big and long on her, but she looked adorable in it.
“Stay away from me! I’m not your mate!” She pulled the shirt around her more, hugging her body to escape Nex’s licentious gaze.
“Why did you let him out, Claire?” Joaquin demanded. “It was not your place to do so.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t ask for an apology. I want an explanation.”
Her cheeks turned pink and she lowered her eyes. “I felt sorry for him because he couldn’t move.”
Nex laughed. “That’s not why you let me out, little wench. She wanted me to put my hands and lips on her.”
Claire blushed even more and closed her eyes in humiliation.
“Is that true, Claire?” Joaquin already knew the answer.
“Yes.”
“Then why did you just lie to me?”
“I didn’t want you to think I was a slut.”
“Why does it matter what I think of you? If you want to throw yourself at a perfect stranger, that’s your business, but when you come into my club after hours, free someone we locked up for your protection, and then screw him, well then it becomes my business. What are you doing here so early? And don’t even think of lying to me or I’ll fire you on the spot.”
“Can I go get dressed?”
“No. Answer my question.”
“I’ve been staying here.”
This surprised him. “Why? Is your apartment not to your liking?”
“I don’t have an apartment. I’ve been saving for one, but I had to stay at the hotel while I saved. I don’t have enough to keep paying those tourist prices and stay there, so I’ve been staying here.”
“Where have you been sleeping?” Dakarai wanted to know.
“In one of the private rooms.”
“How is it none of the members utilizing the room you stayed in discovered your things?” Joaquin asked.
“I hid my suitcase in the janitor closet at night so no one would find it,” she confessed coyly.
“Nex, you’re free to go, though I suggest you put some clothes on before you leave,” Joaquin told him.
“I’m not leaving without my little mate,” Nex insisted.
“I’m not your mate,” Claire objected, taking a step backward.
“Did you claim her?” Dakarai seemed reluctant to ask.
Nex wouldn’t take his eyes off Claire for more than a few seconds at best. “No. I didn’t get the chance.”
Joaquin turned to her. “I understand you enjoy flings, Claire, but sleeping with a shape shifter who claims you’re his mate and then not letting him bite you is a serious mistake. You just got under his skin and he won’t rest until you’re his. I don’t have the time or patience to contend with that kind of drama or bullshit. You didn’t make Ashley a Mai Tai the other night either when I told you to. And you sneaked into my club after hours without permission and stayed here. If you needed help, you should have said something. And I don’t appreciate you freeing someone I had locked up for your safety. Clearly you don’t know how to behave yourself or follow rules, so perhaps you would care to blaze your own trail elsewhere.”
“No,” she protested, “I’m really sorry.”
“That’s not good enough, Claire. Slayer or not, you’re fired.” Joaquin started to walk away, turning back to face Nex when he heard him snicker
“Slayer? You have a grand sense of humor for a leech.” Nex chuckled. “She’s not a vampire slayer.”
Joaquin’s ears perked with interest. “How do you know this?”
“Because slayers are always human. You can’t have a demon for a slayer. That would be hypocritical and counterproductive.”
“What makes you so sure she’s a demon?”
“Her eyes turned orange and became dragonlike when I slept with her.”
Joaquin spun around to face Claire, who looked petrified. “You said you were a vampire slayer.”
“You would have harmed me if I hadn’t.” She made excuses, still looking scared to death.
“What kind of demon are you?”
Dakarai spoke. “I believe she is a succubus.”
Joaquin turned to him. “You knew what she was and you didn’t say anything?”
“I didn’t know for certain, but I had my suspicions. I wanted to be sure before I said anything.”
Claire’s jaw dropped. “How did you know?”
“I’m asking the questions right now,” Joaquin snapped. “What else have you been hiding?”
She swallowed and backed away from him nervously as he stepped toward her. “Nothing.”
Joaquin kept his eyes on Claire while he spoke. “Nex, does she have any other secrets that you became aware of through your tryst?”
“Without claiming her it’s difficult to ascertain, but I think she may be part human as well.”
“What makes you say that?”
“She has a soul.”
“So you’re a half breed then?”
“I’m not a half breed. I’m a third human.” Her eyes widened and she snapped her mouth shut once she’d spoken.
“You said a third human,” Joaquin realized. “That means you’re one third succubus. What else are you? And don’t you dare lie to me.”
“I don’t want to say.”
He jerked her chin up, enforcing eye contact between them. “You’re going to say and you will look at me while you do. I abhor this eye wandering. You do not look away from me when I’m talking to you unless I command you to.”
Her eyes looked misty and she trembled in his strong grip. “I’m part soul devourer.”
Nex spoke from a few feet behind him. “Soul vampires are dangerous business. I suppose it’s a good thing none of us has a soul.”
“How are you perfect thirds of three different species?” Dakarai asked.
Claire swallowed, seeming unsure if she should look at Dakarai or maintain eye contact with Joaquin since he still gripped her chin. “Both my fathers were part incubus and part soul devourer. One of them turned into a succubus while they had sex to collect the other’s semen. He then turned back into a man and used his own semen and the cum he collected from his partner to impregnate a human woman. He wanted their child to possess the traits of both her fathers.”
“If the incubus could turn female when he wanted to then why didn’t he just allow his partner
to impregnate him?” Nex asked.
“Only natural succubi can get pregnant, but an incubus can switch sexes, too. He just can’t conceive from it, which is why he had to knock up a human woman so they could have a child,” Claire explained.
Joaquin released her chin. “All this time you were a demon and a vampire and you had the nerve to pretend you were better than us?”
“I am better than you,” she mumbled quietly.
“Do not look away from me again.” Joaquin raised his voice in aggravation. “Why do you think you’re better than us?”
She quickly lifted her head and met his fuming eyes. “Because I have a soul.”
His eyes narrowed. “And if you didn’t you would be just like us. In many ways you already are. I’ve held back with you because you were my employee and, I thought, a slayer, but now that you are neither, I won’t hold back with you any longer.”
His eyes changed and his fangs lowered.
She screamed and turned to run, but Dakarai caught her by the arm to stop her and stepped between them. “What about the fire and ice show for Halloween? Now that Ashley has moved to Chicago, you will need a replacement for your demonstrations.”
“Halloween is in two weeks. Claire is neither submissive nor anywhere near trained for edge play,” Joaquin reminded him.
“Then why don’t we just have the usual costume party here and postpone the show until later in November? If you explain to everyone that you’re training a new sub, I’m sure they will understand the delay.”
Joaquin considered this for a minute. Being around Claire more would be exhilarating but also quite risky, considering his insatiable craving for her body and blood. He didn’t want to kill her but knew he would if he ever tasted her sweet, tantalizing blood. He must resist, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hurt, punish and humiliate her for lying to him and misbehaving.
“You have two options, Claire. You can either agree to stay here and be trained properly, or you can say no and go find another job somewhere else.” Joaquin folded his arms, waiting for her answer.
