by Aubrey Ross
“If you flash out of sight, it’s safe for us to kill him?” Victor asked.
“Is it ever safe to kill?” Cadin shuddered. “That seems like such a contradiction.”
“It’s not the violence in death that repels you, it’s the utter absence of conflict,” Victor challenged.
“If you say so.”
“You might find chaos surrounding death and those who are dying, but death itself is peaceful.” He took a step forward, ready for the confrontation. Tess wrapped her hand around his thick upper arm. “You twist lives and manipulate emotions, creating upheaval and --”
“We don’t have time for this.” Tess pressed his arm against the warmth of her body and poured affection across their link. Let it go, love. She has no power over us now.
She mind fucked you and I won’t just let it go!
Like it or not, she brought us together.
“Shall I come back? You seem to have issues to work out.” Victor reached for Cadin’s throat, but his hand went through her incorporeal illusion. She rolled her eyes. “I’ve been visible since the demon linked with me. If I blink out, he’s all yours. When do we go?”
“Fifteen minutes,” Victor told her, his tone as lethal as his stare. “Seth will deliver a pizza. If you can get the door open, great. If not, we’ll kick it in.”
Tension gripped Cadin tighter with each step she took. How had her life come to this? If she survived this night she’d make better choices, use her abilities in less destructive ways. Disbelief twisted through her fear. She was a chaos being! She was supposed to be destructive, but she had to admit things had gotten way out of hand.
“Where did you go?” the imposter demanded.
“I needed some air.” She glared at him. If her attitude changed all of the sudden, he was sure to grow suspicious. “I don’t do incarceration well.”
“You’ll have more freedom once we return. Well, if you decide to be cooperative for a change, you’ll have more freedom.”
“I have no interest in being a fuck toy. Yours or anyone else’s.”
He laughed and strolled toward her. “We both know that’s not true. You couldn’t get enough of my cock before you realized Emit had a visitor. You’re just demon-phobic. If you’re worried about damage, take on the form of one of our females.”
“Now what fun would that be?” she drawled. “You can already fuck any female in your dimension. I think you want to fuck a human female, and I think you want to damage her.”
Pure evil gleamed in his eyes and bile rose to the back of her throat. Damn it! Did he realize she was solid? Strong emotions, like power surges, robbed her of control. Where was the fucking pizza? She would rather not be raped before she was rescued.
“If I damage your body, how quickly would you be able to repair it?”
The question was so demented, she gagged. “You’re truly depraved.” She ducked his backhand and ran for the door as the expected knock finally came.
“Do not open that door!” he bellowed.
She ignored him, but remembered her role well enough to inch the door open. “Did you order a pizza?” she asked as she let the door swing inward.
Infuriated by her stupidity, the imposter stomped toward the open threshold. Seth dropped the pizza box and snapped a thin metal collar around Emit’s throat. The imposter screamed, clawing at the offensive object as the rest of the team rushed in around them.
Cadin rushed back and stayed out of their way, concentrating on the link binding her to the demon. The imposter tossed his head, saliva flying from his mouth as capillaries burst in his eyes. She’d known Emit wouldn’t survive this, and she wasn’t out of the woods yet. So she forced down her flash of pity, and began shredding the link, layer by searing layer.
Another being joined her on the metaphysical plane, a powerful, complex entity, colorful and strongly connected to two other entities. Tess. Why would Tess help her after the way she’d treated her?
No one deserves what this creature has planned for you, Tess explained. Don’t be distracted. Work!
Shocked and moved by Tess’s generosity, Cadin accepted the assistance. They attacked the cord, severing individual strands.
The demon surged within Emit. Flesh split, and strength shook the metaphysical plane.
Hurry! They thought the word together, clawing and chewing at the connection with frantic desperation.
The cord snapped, launching Cadin backward, freeing her from the physical realm. She sent energy tumbling in her wake, saturating Tess with strength and ferocity.
Thank you. The thought echoed through Tess’s mind as she emerged from the trance, dazed yet exhilarated.
The demon tossed aside the collar with a rumbling laugh as it ambled out into the courtyard between the rooms. Chunks of flesh fell from its grayish body with each rolling step. No hint of Emit remained: nothing faintly humanoid. Solid black eyes dominated its narrow face and the muscular body promised both strength and agility.
Four of Seth’s men arrived and set up a mystic perimeter. Anyone who approached the motel would see nothing unusual and simply pass by, even if they’d meant to check in.
One of Anthony’s soldiers flew at the demon’s head. It batted the vampire aside with a throaty chuckle. His teammates opened fire, but bullets bounced off the demon’s thick hide. So did arrows and spears.
“Why is it just standing there?” Victor snapped. He turned to his brother in exasperation. “Put it to sleep or something!”
“Mental compulsions are tricky when you can’t speak the language,” Anthony replied.
“I think I can communicate with it,” Tess said.
“You’re not going near that thing.” Victor stepped in front of her.
“Not physically. This body isn’t capable of creating his language, but we can speak on the metaphysical plane.”
“Then I’m coming with you.” He wrapped his arms around her.
“We’re linked, silly man. You’re always with me.” Without further argument, she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
The metaphysical plane opened suddenly, sweeping her along like a storm swollen current. She gasped and reached for Victor, but she couldn’t find him in the churning water. A moment of panic cleansed her mind of all distraction. Despite what her senses perceived, she was never really alone. As if to reinforce her conclusion, affection and energy flowed across their link. And not just from Victor, from Seth as well.
The water receded, depositing her on a sun-drenched beach, which stretched as far as the eye could see in either direction. Humid breezes kissed her skin, and she glanced down. Her modesty was protected -- sort of -- by a barely there bikini. This was clearly not her visualization.
“It took you long enough.” His form was basically humanoid again, yet nothing like Emit. Ink-black hair swept back from his face to his shoulders, accenting the sheen of his solid black eyes. The same charcoal markings decorated his pale white skin, identifying the demon more specifically than a name. His only garment was Hawaiian-print surf shorts. Did he want to negotiate or play beach volleyball?
He stalked toward her, shoulders slightly hunched. As he circled to the side, she matched him stride for stride. “Stop it,” he growled. “I need to see.”
“You’ve made sure you can see just about everything.”
“The brand,” he snapped. “I want to see the brand.”
Her toes dug into the sand and she suppressed her indignation as he continued his orbit. His fingertips grazed the mark, and she twisted away from his touch. “You see with your eyes not your hands. Are you satisfied?”
“Far from it.”
The back lace of her bikini top suddenly loosened and she clasped the material to her chest, widening her stance. “I was hoping to negotiate. If you have anything else in mind, this meeting is over.”
She quickly turned away and retied her top, frustrated by her inability to control her surroundings. If she could manipulate energy, his fingers w
ould be scorched.
He leered at her breasts for a moment then reached out his hand. A tingling sensation passed through her chest, and energy arced toward his palm. He yelped and snatched back his hand.
“That bitch taught you a trick or two before she took off, I see.” He blew on his singed flesh as he glared at her.
Tess had felt the rush of energy, but she’d had no idea what it meant. What else had Cadin empowered her to do? She gave the demon a mental shove, just to see if it would work, and he went sprawling on his ass in the sand. Holy shit!
“You obviously want something.” She stood over him, hands on her hips, not allowing him to rise. “Why are you still here?”
“That’s incredibly rude after you just cost me the most interesting prisoner I’ve ever captured.” He scurried backward like a crab and scrambled to his feet. “Perhaps I’ll allow you to take her place.” A bit of his arrogance returned.
“If that were your intention, I’d be in your dimension by now.”
“True. You’re locked into that fragile human form, aren’t you?”
“I am. Yes.”
“Despite my father’s encouragement to do so, I really have no interest in fucking a woman to death. I was hoping we could enjoy each other here, but that doesn’t appear to be an option. So, here’s the deal. My father wants proof that your brother is dead and the Nogafel line with him. It’s my understanding that your brother has no interest in returning to our dimension, but I can’t disappoint my father.”
“What sort of proof?”
“As I’ve just seen on your spectacular ass, Nogafel children are branded when they are legitimized. Go get your brother’s brand, so I can give it to my father, and we’ll call this whole thing finished.”
“If I bring you my brother’s brand, no one from your dimension will ever return to this dimension with further demands?”
“You have my word on it.”
She understood demon law better than he realized. “I want it in writing, signed in blood.”
Epilogue
“Do you think we can trust him?” Tess wiggled away from Seth’s fingers, too distracted to enjoy the ministrations of her mates.
Seth withdrew his hand from her pussy with a frustrated sigh. “He gained exactly the same thing by taking the brand to his father as he would have by killing Rand. I don’t think it’s a matter of trust. He was just being practical.”
“It’s over,” Victor said firmly. “Cadin escaped without destroying our dimension, and you are safe.”
“I know.” She tried to smile, but the expression didn’t quite warm her eyes. “Everything is happening so fast. I think I’m just overwhelmed.”
“Then relax,” Seth suggested, mischief making his eyes sparkle. “Lie back and think about nothing at all.”
Her relaxation lasted about a second and a half. She propped a pillow behind her and settled against the softness. The men knelt facing each other, just out of reach. Just out of her reach anyway. They touched each other freely. Strong hands sliding over strong bodies, caressing, stroking, squeezing. She followed the hypnotizing progress from chest to hip to thigh, and finally to cock. They stroked from stem to tip, the tapered crowns brushing back and forth as they worked each other.
She couldn’t remain passive any longer. Joining them on their knees, she took one cock in each hand, and they moved their hands to her breasts. Fingers rolled her nipples, pulling and pinching until she moaned and shivered. Seth bent to suckle, while Victor continued to use his fingers.
“Are you getting wet?” Victor’s voice was low and rough.
“Can’t you smell it?”
“Well, Seth is dripping like a sieve, so I wasn’t sure who I was smelling.”
With her thumb she rubbed the drops of precum into Seth’s skin then she caught a drop and rubbed in into Victor’s cock. He shivered and groaned, so she wet her fingers with her own juices and anointed them both with her cream.
Lust bombarded her mind. Her mates loved it when she was naughty, and she loved pleasing her mates.
“Now we all smell like each other,” she whispered, licking her fingers provocatively.
“And that’s only the beginning,” Seth predicted. He urged her over on her side and buried his face between her thighs. Victor followed suit, guiding Seth’s cock to his mouth as he arched toward Tess. She sucked Victor in long, deep pulls while Seth lapped away at her folds.
They slid and sucked, in a tangle of arms and legs and eagerness. Tess canted her hips, rubbing her pussy against Seth’s mouth while Victor slid within the circle of her lips. Victor sucked Seth with fierce determination, making him groan and shiver. The tight circle allowed them to climax simultaneously, sharing each shiver and tingling spasm.
With their mouths still filled with juices, they quickly shifted position. They mixed their taste, blending cream with cum, stroking tongue against tongue until no one could tell one taste from another.
Victor pulled away first, kissing his way down Tess’s throat. “Are we still moving too fast, love?” He latched on to her nipple and suckled so hard she gasped, arching clear off the bed.
Seth slipped an arm beneath her waist and stretched out along her other side. “We can slow down if you like.” He matched Victor’s motion, suckling her other breast, leaving her no room for escape.
“Oh gods!” She pushed into their mouths, trapped between pleasure and pain. “Too hard. Too…” But it wasn’t. Her body adjusted to the forceful sensation, her clit taking on the intense throb.
Don’t fight it. Victor’s voice caressed her mind as their mouths continued their bewitching assault on her nipples. Relax into it and you’ll come.
Sensations flowed freely from one mind to the others, emotions blending in an intoxicating elixir of possessive tenderness and lust. With perfect timing, their teeth bore down, not quite a bite, but harder than a nip. Pleasure stabbed down her spine and blossomed in her pussy. She whimpered as their persistent mouths prolonged the blissful spasms.
She had just started to drift down when they lifted her legs and draped them over their hips. “Don’t I get to play?”
“We’ve got all night,” Victor reminded with a wicked smile. “You in a hurry or something?”
Seth pushed two fingers into her pussy, and she forgot everything but how wonderful it felt. She relaxed against the bed and closed her eyes. With two lovers it was easy to get caught up in who was doing what to whom. Instead, she absorbed the sensations with greedy abandon and shared the pleasure created by her passivity.
Her inner muscles squeezed the fingers sliding in and out of her. Tension gathered, encouraged by the caress against her clit. She floated, safe and warm, free to experience each instant to the fullest.
Fingers pushed against her ass, and she spread her legs wider, welcoming Victor in. She knew it was Victor by the sudden surge in his excitement. Seth bent and kissed her, his tongue surging deep. She greeted him with a swirl of her tongue and moaned when he sucked hers into his mouth.
A warm tongue replaced the fingers caressing her clit. Seth was still kissing her, so it had to be Victor. Both sets of fingers moved with steady speed, sliding with an opposite pattern.
“Look at us.” Seth broke the kiss and raised her shoulders. The angle shifted, increasing the pressure of their fingers. She gasped and slowly opened her eyes. They framed her, her legs spread wide, calves resting over their hips. She couldn’t see Victor’s hand, only his face, his tongue circling her clit, and his passion-bright eyes boring into hers. “What do you see when you look at him?”
“My mate.” His fingers thrust hard enough to jar her breasts.
“That’s a copout.” Seth spoke, but she felt Victor’s emotions echo the words. “What does he make you feel? Who is he to you?”
“He frightens me, and thrills me. He challenges me, and…” She licked her lips and let her head drop back on her shoulders as she said the last sentence. “He’s strong enough to be my mate.”
Victor closed his lips around her clit and launched her into orgasm. She shook in Seth’s arms, unable to think beyond the incendiary sensations blasting through her. A grin parted her lips as she floated back down. Apparently, her list had pleased him.
When her mind began to function again, she found herself in Victor’s arms with Seth between her legs. Victor held her arms beneath her while Seth parted her folds, allowing him access to all her vulnerable spots.
“That was quite a confession,” he began. “Are you going to offer me something as heartfelt and generous?” He dragged his tongue from back to front in one long lick.
“Not if you ask in that arrogant tone.” And not if licking her pussy was his deterrent. Surely he knew how much she loved it by now.
“Oh, I know how much you love being licked.” He arched his brow in silent challenge. “I also know how much you hate it when I won’t let you come.”
She tugged against Victor’s hold, more to savor the strength of his hands on her wrists than out of any real hope that he’d release her. Seth rimmed her opening with his tongue, his warm breath its own brand of torment.
Shall I tongue-fuck you, sweetheart? He passed back and forth across her opening without pushing inside. You like that almost as much as when I tease your clit.
Do whatever you like. She dug in her heels and pushed up, trying to drive herself onto his tongue. Just don’t stop when I’m about to come.
Then start talking. What do I make you feel?
“You’re my fairytale prince,” she whispered as his tongue slowly claimed her. “My fantasy come true.” Victor freed her arms, so he could stroke her breasts, but Tess was focused on Seth. “You’re brave and stubborn. Unbelievably beautiful, and I’ve loved you since I was twelve.”
Seth paused, his lips on her clit, and he looked into her eyes. Say it again.
She smiled as happy tears blurred her vision. I love you. Now lick my pussy. That’s all I’m saying tonight!
