“Oh God, Valorie, God, God…” John gasped, trying once again—and failing—to get ahold of himself.
“Intense?” Valorie asked. Understatement.
“It’s just her hands, and I know that. I can see it. But it’s as good as five blowjobs all at once, and I… fuck… fuck… I feel like I’m going to come right now. Five times. At once. Shit.”
Lady Sasha had earned the smugness in her smile as she moved her hands away from his cock, gripping the soft material of his shirt as she climbed over his legs and straddled his hips. She’d kept her bikini bottoms on, but the leather was so thin that a person could see the delta outline of her folds when she leaned back. She braced her hands on his knees as she rubbed her pussy against his damp, clothed cock. Her breasts, almost unreal in their firmness, nevertheless shook as she rocked her hips. She tossed her head back with a whimper.
“Do you know what I would give to be able to take your cock in me without killing you?” Lady Sasha breathed.
“Why don’t you wish it?” Valorie asked. She was still in control of herself. She liked being calm while John lost what little cool had been left in him.
“Because I don’t need it,” Lady Sasha said. “Our restrictions are acceptable for now. Bale would have it otherwise, but I’m not yet ready to ask to be something other than what I am. That’s a dangerous road to open for Bell.”
“How can you…speak…right now?” John panted, wrenching against the handcuffs as he jerked his hips up to meet Lady Sasha’s. “How can you think?”
“It’s doubtful that he can form words, Lady Sasha,” Valorie told her in a stern voice.
“I do apologize for the oversight. I was distracted,” Lady Sasha replied with a dazzling, yet somehow sultry, smile.
Valorie had to pull her hands away quickly as Lady Sasha reached for John’s shoulders to draw herself upright again.
The succubus pressed her breasts against John’s chest, her mouth inches from his. Every time he strained forward to kiss her, she deftly avoided him with a gleeful giggle. When they weren’t the perfect escorts, sex demons were the perfect teases. Both Lord Mikhail and Lady Sasha had made a circus career of the latter. Evasion and avoidance of physical contact was their bread and butter.
Then Lady Sasha let him catch her. John groaned, again sounding like he was in terrible, terrible pain. But he angled his mouth and deepened the kiss, getting as close to her as he could with his wrists still bound. Valorie traced the bulging muscles of his struggling arms as she watched her pet kiss the succubus. She thought she should be a little jealous, especially given how she’d felt about her previous partners. However, no matter how deeply his tongue reached, this had all been orchestrated by Valorie, and it was going to end with her as well. With enough sex magic in him to down an elephant, Valorie would still be the one to give him what he needed, not Lady Sasha.
John broke the kiss, gasping as though Lady Sasha had been sucking the air out of him. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Darling, we have only begun,” Lady Sasha whispered against his cheek. She lifted herself up to press her tits against the lower half of his face. A strangled, high-pitched whimper wrenched from his throat. He screwed his eyes tightly shut, shaking his head.
She wasn’t lying. Lady Sasha took her sweet time. Sometimes she stood with her legs on either side of his lap to rub her breasts over his face, teasing his mouth but slapping him lightly when he tried to kiss or taste them the way he’d tasted her kiss. When she was standing, Valorie could see how much John stood as well. He could hold up a piano with that wood.
Valorie’s mouth watered. Her hands craved more than just her grip on his arms.
She thought John was going to completely break when Lady Sasha lifted up his shirt over his head to settle awkwardly behind his neck, with the handcuffs in the way of taking it off. However, that was the least of John’s concerns when Lady Sasha’s bare skin touched him, her belly against his as she simulated sex through their clothes, her tits sticking to the sweat on his chest. She kissed him in little flutters like moth wings, not letting him have her mouth again, but still driving him crazy over his jawline, his neck, his shoulder, his forehead, his ears.
When the first knifelike stab of arousal hit Valorie, too intense to be her own, she withdrew from John and pulled off her own rehearsal day attire until she was naked, her tight nipples and goosefleshed skin exposed in the cool air.
Lord Mikhail, too, had entered the ring, his gaze fixed upon Lady Sasha’s writhing body. Valorie was more drawn to John’s cries. He’d long since abandoned holding back. As strong as he was, he was no match for a succubus.
Valorie was there for John when Lord Mikhail, his trousers unbuttoned and his thick monster of a demon cock visible through the tight leather still holding him in, yanked Lady Sasha off John. He turned her around in his arms and mashed her against him. Lady Sasha thrashed as Lord Mikhail untied her bikini bottoms and ripped them down.
Valorie gritted her teeth, tightening her grip on John’s shoulder the second Lord Mikhail’s cock found its way into Lady Sasha’s cunt. It was as though Valorie had been hit with a shock wave, and like an earthquake, the shock was exponentially more powerful near its origin. The incubus and succubus didn’t usually do their nasty so close to the other cast. Valorie understood why when she nearly fainted from the pleasure that suffused her entire body, from cunt to fingertips.
John was wild when Valorie climbed-slash-collapsed onto him. He yanked against his bindings, made the chair groan, creak and crack. He calmed down some when Valorie took his face in her hands and kissed him, but he became frantic again when Valorie shoved down his cotton trousers and lifted herself up. She’d never felt him so rigid or so hot at her entrance. Sliding over him was like taking freshly poured metal into her cunt, except the heat didn’t burn—at least not in the traditional sense. She moaned into his mouth, yielding to him as she took his cock into her. No. As she let his cock take her.
She was the one moving her hips, riding him, choosing the angle, yet it was his cock pounding places in her that were never usually this sensitive, even during the most violent of sex magic storms. Amazing what proximity could do.
The incubus and succubus behind her added to the soundtrack of moans and groans from the two humans making frantic love in the chair.
Valorie vaguely wondered how high Bell could hike the ticket prices if the four of them did this every evening performance.
She closed her hands on the sides of John’s neck, his collar nestled into her palms, and stared into his eyes as the sparks of impending orgasm became more frequent.
“You belong to me,” she whispered.
“Always,” he gasped. He winced and jerked up, pounding his cock into her as Valorie let out a long cry to the catwalk heavens, but he was still in the grip of Lady Sasha’s magical restraint.
Valorie knew the moment Lady Sasha let her own leash snap. John yelled like a growling roar, almost bucking her off. Valorie laughed with the giddiness of post-orgasmic bliss and held on to him as though it was a game as he came inside her.
It was a game, of course. But it also wasn’t.
He slumped in the chair, leaking moans with every exhalation as he came down from the succubus’s influence.
“Do I amuse you?” John asked. She was still giggling.
“Very much so,” Valorie replied.
“Ah!” John shouted when she rose off of him. “John’s very delicate right now, and you should try not to break him. Didn’t your mama ever tell you to be kind to your toys?”
“I was also taught to put my pets through their paces,” Valorie said. She patted his cheek as she dismounted then crouched down to unstrap the cuffs. “It’s good for you.”
“I think my heart’s going to give out or my cock is going to explode—or both.”
“But it felt good?” she asked.
“Well, yeah. Too fucking good.”
“You’d be s
urprised what the human body can endure,” Lady Sasha said.
She was clothed once again—if her costumes could be considered clothes—and too put together for having had crazed demon sex with two men, one of whom was demon himself. If she’d broken a sweat, there was nothing on her anymore. Valorie felt the same magic that cleansed the demons gust over her in a dry breeze.
“Thanks,” Valorie said.
“No. Thank you,” Lady Sasha replied. “Feel free anytime to repay me for other favors of which I have no memory.”
Lady Sasha and Lord Mikhail exited through the red curtain.
“Ready for dinner?” Valorie asked.
John pulled his T-shirt back over his head and nodded. She started toward the curtain as well, drawing John along with his leash once more.
“Wait, they’re all on the other side of the curtain?” John asked. “Have they been there the whole time?”
“You knew what time it was,” Valorie said, poking his side. “What? Did you think they’d postpone dinner prep and eating just because we were using the ring?”
“I’m blushing, aren’t I?” John said. “My throat isn’t burning, but I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.”
His scar tissue was better than his unaffected skin at showing a blush. Some of the scarring was almost black, but other parts had gone pearl, and that was where the blood flow became apparent.
“They’re used to it,” Valorie said.
When they entered the backstage, a few cast members gave them knowing stares, and a few others squirmed in their seats from their share of the sex demons’ power, unresolved.
However, no one commented, although Bale glared at John with his crocodile eyes. Lady Sasha murmured something in his ear to convince him to return to his meal.
Bell stopped Valorie and John before they could get their dinner.
“Valorie has given you her gratitude, fire-eater,” Bell said. “I’m obligated to show my own. It’s not what you want. You still have suffering to pay.”
“I know,” John said, lowering his head not in shame but deference. Acceptance.
“However, you showed Arcanium great favor by protecting my contortionist. Your trespass against the clowns and the incubus and succubus can be excused because they have no memory of it, but I carry the memory of your loyalty to your Mistress.”
Bell touched John’s cheek with cold tenderness. John forced himself to stay still.
“I cannot yet remove your scars, nor can I take away the burn. But I can accelerate the healing, and you shouldn’t get scars as extensive as this again. Perhaps in future years, with the right incentive, I can give you the relief you seek.”
“Thank you, sir,” John said. “I know it’ll take time. But when I’m with Valorie, the flames are quenched. I appreciate that you don’t let me put her in danger.”
“I couldn’t have that,” Bell said, his gaze falling on her now. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her cheek.
Everything had played out nicely for him, and as usual, he’d let things become complicated for everyone else for the sake of reaping his wishes. He had quite a ways to woo her if he wanted the intimacy he’d once had. She allowed the contact, but she didn’t give him anything more than that.
“No, I couldn’t,” Bell murmured. “Have a good evening, children.”
After Valorie and John served themselves, John started to walk to his usual table with Shawn and Marcus.
Valorie didn’t let go of the leash. He pulled up short.
“What—” John started.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Valorie asked. “Follow me.”
John raised his eyebrows. His Adam’s apple bobbed, but he gave the leash slack again as he followed Valorie to her usual table. Maya and Kitty watched them, intrigued, although Bell appeared unsurprised by the turn of events.
“At my feet, pet,” Valorie said as she slipped onto the bench. “Dragons don’t sit at the table, but they do get a place.”
John couldn’t hide his smile as he lowered himself to the dusty ground and crossed his legs to eat.
Valorie caressed the skin near his ear, occasionally brushing the collar that claimed him. He leaned against her leg, resting his head against her thigh when he’d finished. Eventually, she drew him in closer with her foot and curled her leg around his chest in a contortionist’s embrace.
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Sanctuary: Cry Wolf
Aurelia T. Evans
Excerpt
Chapter One
Kelly opened her eyes to the ceiling of her trailer. It used to be hers and David’s. Now it was just hers. It was cozy and a little worse for wear, but serviceable. Werewolves liked a lot of space, but outside the trailer, she had all the space she could ask for.
The curtains fluttering above her spread to let the morning sun in through the partially opened window. Kelly relished the morning sun on her face as much as the moon at her back. She liked the camper because of the skylight in the bedroom, so that she could see the stars when she went to sleep. It was part of the reason she hadn’t left it behind when she’d fled from the pack after killing David.
David had promised her the world, promised her thunder at her feet and her magic tightly reined by the strength of the wolf.
Well, the wolf was strong, and she’d had more control over her magic after she’d changed. However, following the change the wolf had taken completely over, and Kelly had lost herself within it.
It had taken months before David had been able to challenge the wolf long enough to make her submit to him. Once he’d become her alpha, she had finally emerged from her wolf skin, hair a wild tangle around her, body filthy and scratched but otherwise intact. David had taken her against a tree, and she had submitted again, because he had been alpha and she had been his bitch, which was what he’d wanted all along—a witch as powerful as she was under his command, snagged before she’d had a chance to figure out what she was and how to control it on her own.
Kelly had quickly become a trophy for David to flaunt before his pack and all the others over which he’d lorded. She had tolerated it, because when she’d been alone with him, he hadn’t been so cocky. His body had been hers, and when they’d run through the woods, she had kept apace neck and neck instead of running behind. She’d stayed because the wolf really had helped her control her magic. She was indebted to David for that.
She’d also stayed because covens didn’t like werewolves, and there hadn’t been anywhere else to go.
She stretched her limbs now, feeling the ache of last night’s run. These days, she ran alone, but that didn’t make the running less sweet. She missed pack, but she was also relieved to be released from her fealty to them, from their stares and snickers and skepticism of her magic in spite of her efforts to show them.
When Kelly sat up, she saw that the snow had piled up against the lower part of the window screen. The sun was already bright, glaring against the glittering snow drifts—it would be the last snow. Kelly enjoyed the last snow much as she enjoyed the last hot night of summer.
She smiled and got out of bed to make some hot chocolate.
The aisle between the bathroom and the kitchen was barely wide enough for her to walk through. On the way, Butch Cassidy tangled between her feet.
Normally, animals couldn’t stand werewolves, but her witch nature still called to felines, and the ‘unadoptable’ tomcat Butch Cassidy had firmly adopted her. Aside from Renee, Kelly hadn’t thought anyone at the sanctuary would really take to her, but on her first night, Butch Cassidy had braved the snow to scurry to her trailer and yowl at her door until she’d let him in. He had then cuddled himself—cold, wet, scraggly fur and all—against her stomach as though she were his personal heater. Kelly hadn’t complained. Far from it. She used to think her ’appetites’ had barred her from such attachments. Although she was still a fierce predator, well, she knew how to better handle that hunger these days.
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bsp; Kelly could adapt to a lot. When she had been human, she had adapted to keeping herself on a tight leash, to being constantly ashamed of herself. Then, when David had turned her, she had adapted to the new demands that lycanthropy had placed upon her, and she’d adapted to David’s demands as well. He had been a bit of an arrogant ass at times, but unlike some of the other men who vied for alpha status, he had actually been a decent leader. However, just as her best times with David had been when they were alone, so were her worst times.
The real problem had arisen when David had wanted Kelly to change Renee Chambers, the young woman on whom Grant Heath had set his sights—the young woman who David had been afraid would be the start of a new pack for Grant.
Even for a werewolf, Grant had been a problem child, a vicious man with what David had called ‘a screw loose’ and what Kelly had called ‘depravity’. It hadn’t defined all of Grant—Kelly had liked him well enough, partly because David had hated him so much. Technically, he could have been alpha. He could have easily beaten David in a fight. But the sub-alphas and the rest of the main pack would never have let him lead. They had all known that something wasn’t quite right with him.
But instead of rewarding Renee—small, scared, strong Renee—for killing Grant and ridding David of his greatest rival as well as a rogue werewolf well worth the name, David had wanted Kelly to change Renee, exactly what Renee had denied Grant. He’d intended to assert his dominance over Grant, dead or not, by taking her. Another bitch to display, another trophy for his case.
Kelly had refused.
David had struck her and told her that she would obey him. Wolf pelt had rippled over his skin. He had said he would drag her there by the scruff of her neck if he had to. He had been used to getting his way.
Kelly supposed it had been easy for him to forget how much she was capable of. All the wolf pack had ever experienced from her was the occasional cold breeze, her uncanny ability to reply to something they were thinking, as well as her little charmed trinkets, potions and spells that she sold from her truck and online. She had become the circus sideshow, the freak among werewolves, the witch girl who slept with the alpha but wouldn’t eat humans anymore.
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