by Aubrey Ross
“And you’re so fucking hot!”
He laughed, touching the marks framing her wound. The small slit had already closed, but her skin looked red and inflamed. “I didn’t mean to burn you. I wasn’t as prepared for your… power as I thought.”
“Which of your parents was elemental?” She stumbled to the bed and sat down on the side, still struggling for breath.
“My mother was a fire demon.”
“So I saw.”
He knelt on the floor and gently parted her legs, scooting close to the edge of the bed. I’m going to eat your pussy now. Do you have any objections? He pushed her over and buried his head between her thighs before she could reply.
His lips were warm, but his tongue made her gasp, the heat shocking against her delicate folds. She pushed her fingers into his hair, preparing to jerk his head back if need be.
I won’t hurt you, I promise. I’m sorry I burned you before. It won’t happen again.
His promise soothed her, allowed her to concentrate on the gentle slide of his tongue and the sensations building all through her body. She tilted her hips and let her legs open even further. He traced her slit over and over, circling her clit at the top of each stroke.
You’re so fucking wet. It’s driving me crazy. He pushed his tongue past her opening and swirled it inside her feminine passage. She pushed up, driving his tongue deeper. His thumb covered her clit, circling the swollen nub with the same rhythm as his tongue.
She trembled beneath him, suspended between tension and bliss. An orgasm swarmed toward her, but she stubbornly fought it back, determined to savor the pleasure as long as possible.
Playing hard to get, are we? He met her gaze but refused to stop licking.
It’s your own fault. This just feels too damn good.
He slipped one hand beneath her and squeezed her ass. Anticipation tightened the muscles in her abdomen and made her pussy clench. His tongue returned to her clit, and his fingers thrust into her sopping passage. She groaned as he fucked her with his fingers, his tongue ruthlessly teasing her clit.
Yes! She dropped her head back on the bed, no longer able to hold his gaze. Just like that.
Like this? He thrust his fingers faster. Or like this? Sliding down to her other opening, he breached her anus then stopped.
“Please,” she cried out, bearing down on his finger.
His tongue never stopped moving as he pushed deeper into her ass. Sensation built to a fever pitch and she tossed her head against the bedding. He drew back slowly, pulling the pleasure along her spine then detonating the climax as his lips closed around her clit.
She arched into his mouth, her inner muscles grasping his finger. Sensations gushed up through her and spread throughout her body. She pushed the feelings into his mind, wanting him to share in the glory. He shuddered and groaned, his awe prolonging the ride.
He rocked back on his heels and licked her cream off his lips. She shivered when he withdrew his finger, enjoying the tingly aftershocks. Pushing to his feet, he reached for her thighs, but she rolled to the side and slipped off the bed.
She knelt on the carpet at his feet and bent low, raising her ass toward him. You trusted me with your mind and I trust you with my body. Take me any way you like. I invite your mastery.
Azariel stared at her slender back and flawless ass, unable to move. She was so fucking perfect and she offered herself freely to him. They had explored nearly every position over the past week, but he had yet to feel the firm grip of her ass. Humbled by her offer, he felt a rush of tenderness mix with his desire.
He knelt behind her and kissed his way from the nape of her neck to the small of her back. Slipping his hands beneath her, he stroked her breasts and teased her nipples. He caressed her hips and her thighs, not stopping until she shifted restlessly beneath his hands.
Finally he conjured lubricant and coated his cock. With his fingers still slippery, he parted her cheeks and prepared her for his entry. She took his fingers with a gasp, rocking back as he pushed in. Hot and tight, her body grasped him, making him groan.
Unable to wait any longer, he positioned himself against her back passage. Thank you, my love. He pushed the thought into her mind as he eased into her body. Her sphincter released, accepting his cockhead, then admitting his shaft inch by tantalizing inch. She raised her hips, pushing back, taking him deeper than he’d intended to go.
Heat and pressure drove him crazy. He held her hips and fucked her with long, steady strokes. She submitted sweetly, responding without reservation, her mind as open as her body.
He gritted his teeth against the raging pleasure. Too soon! It was ending way too soon. He slowed his pace, savoring every inch of their joining, but it only accented how snugly she fit him.
With a helpless cry, he thrust his entire length into her and released his seed. He shuddered violently, his cock pulsing within the tight flesh surrounding him.
She panted softly, but her spirit felt muted. Understanding unfurled within him and he slipped his hand between her thighs. His fingers gently rolled the tender stem of her clit until her body tensed and her muscles convulsed around him. Her orgasm shot through her and saturated him, pulsing and swirling until they were both breathless and weak.
“That’s better,” he whispered. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her up as he unfolded his body. “I think Teladorian will be pleased by our progress. What do you think?”
“I think it’s time you popped his cherry. He’s the only one who hasn’t been fucked like this.”
Lust showered Azariel in a scalding deluge and he laughed. “You say the sweetest things.” Her chuckle echoed his and he kissed the side of her neck. “Where is he?”
After a brief pause, she scurried forward, separating their bodies and climbing to her feet. “He’s not in the house!”
“Is he in danger?”
“Not yet, but he’s definitely up to something.” She waved her hand toward him and a shimmering pulse passed over his body, cleansing his skin and clothing his nakedness. She was dressed as well by the time he got to his feet.
“Come on!” They rushed through the house and entered the garage. Teladorian’s Mercedes was in its bay, but Sophie’s car was gone. “Can he create illusions?”
Half a step behind her line of reasoning, Azariel gasped. “Holy shit, he’s going to make Duarte think he’s you.”
“Can he take on a master vampire?”
“Maybe one on one, but there’s no fucking way Duarte will show up alone.”
“And there’s no way we’ll catch up to him in a car.” She took him by the hand and rushed him out onto the driveway.
“Where are we going?”
“I’m Vasco clan,” she reminded him. “That means I can fly.”
Chapter Seven
Teladorian paced Sophie’s modest living room, trying to think past the thunder of his own heartbeat. He’d seen no other way out of this fiasco with Duarte. Vasco wouldn’t be satisfied until Duarte was dead, and nothing on this earth would make him risk the safety of either of his lovers. He would fight with everything he had and hope he came out of it alive.
Awareness jarred him from his musings. He turned around and found Duarte standing beside his son.
“It looks like you win this one, Emit,” the master vampire drawled. “He might look like Sophie, but he sure as hell doesn’t smell like Sophie.”
“I smell demon, but which one? She’s fucking two. The worthless whore.”
With a snarl, Teladorian dissolved the illusion. “My quarrel is with your father, but one more word about my mate and you die.”
Duarte laughed and slapped his son on the back. “I’m terrified, aren’t you?”
Drawing energy into the center of his being, Teladorian formed a compulsion within his mind and saturated the command with urgency. “Do not move!” He thrust the directive at Emit then launched himself at Duarte.
Emit screamed, features contorting with rage as he fought the compulsi
on.
Teladorian struck the master vampire, knocking him backward with the momentum of his jump. It only took a moment for Duarte to recover. He threw Teladorian off with a growl and stood over him, fangs bared.
The window across the room burst inward with a musical crash. Shards of glass glistened, showering the carpet and furniture. A blur of black and gold flew through the window and came to rest in the middle of the room. Sophie let go of Azariel and took in the scene with one assessing glance.
Teladorian felt the compulsion slip and Emit broke free. Azariel drove him back with a bank of rolling flames. Emit yelped and stumbled in his haste to escape the blaze.
Teladorian’s attention shifted for an instant and a cruel fist clamped around his throat. Duarte dragged him to his feet and drove him backward, slamming him against the wall.
Strengthening his fists with mystic energy, Teladorian pummeled the master vampire’s face. Duarte’s head jerked one way and then the other, but he didn’t release Teladorian’s throat. Air refused to squeeze past the constriction and lights danced before his eyes.
An inhuman cry rent the air and Teladorian looked past the vampire. Sophie flew across the room, flowing from one shape into another. Her face elongated, her body narrowed, and her sleek black fur pushed through her skin. Her paw curved, lethal looking claws hooking the side of the vampire’s face.
Duarte screamed, flailing helplessly as the panther drove him to the floor. The big cat ripped out his throat with her powerful jaws then paused for a savage roar. She viciously clawed at his neck, slashing the flesh to ribbons, not stopping until the head rolled to one side, completely disconnected from the body.
Emit cowered in the far corner, trapped by Azariel’s fire. Teladorian rubbed his throat and focused on the panther.
“Sophie, can you shift back?” He stayed well back, trying to catch her gaze, to see if there was any awareness in her eyes. She paced with restless energy, tossing her gleaming head. “Has this ever happened before?”
“A rush of emotions often causes a shift.” Vasco materialized with four of his men, guards from the lethal look of them. “My daughter was obviously protecting her mate. No one will deny that she acted within her rights.” Teladorian looked at Vasco while keeping track of Sophie’s pacing with the corner of his eye. “We drove off the rest of Duarte’s men. It looked like they were planning another ambush.”
The panther situated herself between Teladorian and her father.
“Then you acknowledge that she’s my mate?” Teladorian latched on to the opportunity, knowing it would never come again.
Vasco inclined his head with a reluctant smile. “I see no help for it.”
“Then we will speak no more of obligations.” Teladorian reached out and offered his hand to Sophie. She sniffed it for a moment then licked his palm with her raspy tongue. “When and if we have children it will be our choice.”
“I can see why she likes you. You’re just as stubborn as she is.” Vasco motioned his men toward the fallen vampire. “Get that out of here.”
While they carried off the body and absorbed the blood, Teladorian approached Emit. Azariel dispersed the flames and let him pass. “Your father brought this on himself. Does it end here, or are we enemies?”
Emit’s venomous glare was his only answer.
“One of my spells has kept you safe for the past nine years,” Teladorian reminded him. “Do you really want to face ascension to clan leader without my protection?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Don’t doubt it for an instant. If you raise a finger against me or mine, you will find yourself abandoned.”
Emit squared his shoulders and masked the hostility in his expression. “It ends here. Father should not have threatened your mate.”
“I’m glad you see it that way.” He swept his hand toward the door. “You may leave.”
With an indignant snarl, Emit stomped out of the apartment.
Vasco returned without his men and knelt beside his daughter. Sophie rubbed her face against his shoulder with obvious affection.
“When will she shift back?” Teladorian asked.
“It shouldn’t take long. The first shift is hard to hold.” Vasco searched Teladorian’s face with his piercing gaze then glanced at Azariel. “What is your role in all this?”
“It’s complicated,” Azariel muttered.
Vasco laughed. “Multiple partner matches aren’t unusual among my clan. You won’t shock me; I assure you.”
“I’m sustained by sexual energy,” Teladorian said.
“Then your father really was an incubus? I’d heard the rumors, but didn’t believe them.”
“He was, yes.”
“When he feeds from Sophie it weakens her and he can’t produce blood fast enough to meet her needs,” Azariel explained. “The balance is perfect with three.”
“She always was a greedy little thing.” He scratched between her ears then stood and faced the younger men. “If either of you hurt her, there will be nowhere you can hide from my wrath.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Teladorian said.
“For either of us,” Azariel added.
Vasco accepted their words with a nod then flashed out of sight.
“You are a fucking idiot!” Azariel snapped as soon as the others had gone. “Do you have any idea how close you came to death tonight?”
“It worked out pretty well, if you ask me.” Teladorian laughed.
“What were you thinking, setting a trap for that fiend?” Azariel stalked toward him, fists planted on his lean hips.
“I had to do something. He was plotting to kill all three of us.”
“So you rush into the fight all by yourself?” Fear flashed in Azariel’s gaze, revealing the true source of his anger. “We do this together or not at all.”
Grabbing the back of Azariel’s neck, Teladorian kissed his mouth. “It’s over. We’re all safe now.”
Azariel took his face between his hands and stared into his eyes. “If you ever endanger yourself again, I will kill you.” His mouth crushed down over Teladorian’s, his tongue demanding entry.
Teladorian smiled, accepting the fierce kiss and the depth of emotion driving the frantic caress. “I love you too.”
Obviously stunned by the unexpected endearment, Azariel just stared at him.
“You two better not have started without me.”
They broke apart with a laugh and turned to face their female. She lay on her side in all her humanoid glory, naked and unashamed. The shift left her skin gleaming and her hair shiny. Her smile was gentle, but the light in her eyes blazed with intensity.
“Welcome her back,” Teladorian suggested. “I’m going to reinforce the shields.”
Azariel held out his hands and helped Sophie to her feet. “That was one hell of a stunt, sweetheart. Did you shift on purpose?”
“Not exactly. I saw Duarte’s hand on Tel’s throat and fury just blasted up through me. Before I knew it, I was… taking care of our problem.”
“You are beautiful in any form.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her mouth. She combed her fingers through his silky hair and enjoyed the warm slide of his tongue. Teladorian’s taste lingered on his tongue and Sophie shivered. Making love with one of them was wonderful, but it would never match the perfection of their mutual couplings.
“Do you remember what we were about to do when we realized Tel was gone?”
Azariel grinned. “Something about an unwanted cherry?”
“Exactly.”
“What are you two whispering about?” Teladorian returned and they unhooked their arms, pulling him into their embrace.
“We were taking stock of our sexual accomplishments and realized there is one thing lacking,” Sophie said.
“Oh, really? What need have we failed to meet? I’m pretty sure you’ve been taken every way a woman can be taken.”
“It’s not my lack, it’s yours.”
“Yo
u’ve fucked me and even sucked my cock,” Azariel added, “but you haven’t let me fuck you.”
A deep flush spread up Teladorian’s face. “I’m not sure I want… that.”
“I thought the same thing until I tried it,” Sophie assured him. “Now I have a hard time coming without anal stimulation.”
“We noticed.” Azariel wiggled his eyebrows as he tugged off his shoes. With his hands on his waistband, he shifted his gaze to Teladorian. “Think of this as your punishment for needlessly risking your life.”
Sophie watched them undress, struck again by the fabulous contrast. Azariel was taller and broader, Teladorian more graceful. Teladorian was still undressing when Azariel finished with his clothes. Azariel moved up behind him and brushed his hands aside, unzipping his jeans while Teladorian stood passively in his arms.
She’d noticed hints of Azariel’s dominant nature. His instantaneous response to her submission earlier had proved her instincts accurate. He wasn’t trying to mute his nature now. He stripped Teladorian with slow deliberation then urged him to his knees. Teladorian’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his cock massively erect.
“Sophie, sit on the side of the bed and offer Tel your pussy.”
Without question she followed Azariel’s order. Her nature generally rebelled against domination, but Azariel made it hot. She sat on the bed and spread her legs, smiling at Teladorian.
Teladorian crawled between her legs and inhaled her scent, not daring to taste until he was given permission. They fell so naturally into these roles. Had they done this sort of thing before?
“What do you smell?” Azariel asked.
“My mate.” Teladorian’s breath wafted across her needy flesh. “The fulfillment of my fondest wish.”
A violent shiver shook Sophie. Mate sounded so final, and so wonderful!
“Do you accept this, Sophie?” Azariel persisted. “Do you release him from the curse?”
Her mind hesitated even as her heart filled with tenderness. “I’ll do whatever I can, whatever it takes.”
“Are you his mate?”
“I am both your mates. Only with you are we made whole.”
A pleased smile softened his expression. “Lick her gently, Tel. Only touch her with the tip of your tongue.”
