Last Call Europe Devil’s Advocate

by Belinda McBride

  He waited for her to resume disrobing and then stood, walking around her as the dress fluttered to the floor. Her undergarments were demure white cotton, and probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen on a woman before. Jedidiah leaned close, scenting the wild fragrance of her body. He nuzzled into her hair.

  “What frightens you, little girl? Sex with me, or sex with your husband?”

  David started in his chair, but Jedidiah shot him a look. “Remember what I told you to do, tiger.” As he watched, the shifter settled back, hand on the front of his jeans. He was hard and swollen, and Jedidiah couldn’t help but pity the months of tortured celibacy these two had suffered.

  “Answer,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Him. I’m afraid… I’ll hurt him.”

  “Odd. He’s afraid that he’ll hurt you.”

  “How do you know these things?” She turned her head, looking back at him.

  “I’m a demon, Mya. I may be off duty, so to speak, but I still have my people skills.” He licked her ear, and she shivered.

  “If I made sure you couldn’t hurt him, would that make you more comfortable?”

  She swallowed. “Yes.”

  “Very, very good, Mya.” He stroked her hair, pleased that it was as soft as he’d imagined. “Take off your underwear, please.”

  He crossed to a magnificent carved table, gathering cuffs and a blindfold. He turned, watching her slip from her panties and bra.

  “Extend your arms.”

  Hesitantly, she lifted her arms out to the sides. They were as slender and graceful as a dancer’s but undoubtedly held the full power of her cat. Most likely she could also tap into the strength of that other, more dangerous beast as well.

  Jedidiah gently wrapped the leather restraints around her wrists and ankles. He followed that with the blindfold. He looked around, hoping to find a frame in which to secure her, and was delighted to discover that the room itself was a frame. Dark wooden beams accented the walls and ceiling. Various restraints hung from subtly disguised loops in the wall. Everything he needed was right at hand.

  “Hmmm… rope, chain or cable?”

  He opted for old school and used heavy black chain to secure her spread-eagled there in the center of the room. Cunningly placed mirrors reflected her image from both the front and back. Mya looked as though she’d been caught in a giant spider’s web.

  He was beginning to enjoy this room more and more.

  “The cable is probably stronger, but her beast will take notice of the weight of the chains.” He returned to the foot of the bed and removed his jacket and shoes. He then sat and enjoyed the view; Mya tied out like a virgin sacrifice, her husband fondling his erection as he stared greedily at his wife.

  “Ah, young love.” Jedidiah sighed and rose. “Now, Mya, your husband will remove all his clothing and step close to you. You are not to protest his touch. If your animal rises, it is your responsibility to push it back.” He unbuttoned his vest and tossed it to the bed. The pristine white silk shirt came next. When David began to rise, he shook his head.

  Stay! he mouthed.

  “Just remember, you are chained hand and foot, so you cannot injure him. I’d gag you as well, but you need to be able to say your safe word.”

  “Safe word?”

  Mentally, he rolled his eyes. Such babes in the wood!

  “If you need to stop, say the word ‘red.’ That is your safe word. Don’t try to prove anything.”

  “If I just need a break?”

  “Pick a word then.”

  “Yellow. If I just need you to slow down, I’ll say yellow.”

  He glanced back at David. “That applies to you too.”

  “And what about you?” David grinned, and for the first time, Jedidiah saw the young man for what he truly was, a sensual, dangerous predator. What a difference a little confidence made! He hadn’t really intended to sample the young tiger, but now he was changing his mind.

  “Well then… if you think you can take me…” He smiled suggestively, and to his delight, the young man returned the grin.

  “I think I can take you, demon.” The sexual tension in the room ratcheted up a level or two.

  Oh yes. The game was on.

  With a thought, Jedidiah clouded Mya’s sense of smell so she’d be unable to discern who was actually touching her body. With that done, he selected a slender leather crop that was about three feet long. It would keep him out of striking distance if she lost control.

  He started at her feet, dragging the soft, flat end of the riding crop along the tender skin of her inner ankles and calves. She shifted and giggled when he tickled behind her knees. Good… get her mind off the beast lurking inside of her.

  He’d tasted it now and was relieved that the young couple had never challenged the creature on their own. There was no way that a young tiger could overcome a feral, unrestrained hellhound. If she’d shifted into such a monster without a skilled demon to take control of the creature, she’d be lost forever, and would undoubtedly have taken out many innocent bystanders, including her handsome young husband.

  He rubbed the crop along the back of her thighs, up over her buttocks, and then around her waist, alternating the soft strokes with occasional sharp flicks against her skin. She twisted in her bonds; the fragrance of female arousal wafted to his nose.

  “Stand still.” Her limits allowed some pain, but not too much. Thankfully, he reserved his more sadistic instincts for the damned souls that he harvested when their contracts ended. For these two, he wanted pleasure through stimulation rather than pain.

  Glancing at David, he reconsidered. The tiger might want to play rough.

  “I’m okay…” She sounded confused, and he realized he hadn’t masked his voice. Before she figured out what he was up to, Jedidiah stroked her nipples with the crop, smiling as she rose to her toes. Her hips thrust forward just a bit.

  Without warning, her body contorted, her lovely face twisted into a snarl. Once again, he pushed power into her; this time he followed the psychic slap with a physical slap to her buttocks. The quirt left a bright red streak on the white skin of her ass.

  Across the room, David growled.

  “Do I have to bind you as well, tiger?” He turned to see that David had stripped naked; his hands were clenched into the upholstery of the chair. “Mind the claws, David. It’s a magic room, but self-control is something you must master.”

  His hands relaxed, and though David still looked royally pissed, he sat back, his swollen, erect cock clasped in his hand.

  “Keep your hand on your cock, but you may not come.”

  More appreciative anger sparked to life in the gaze of the young tiger. He was dominant, but appreciated mastery as well. David was not unlike Jedidiah in that sense.

  He returned to Mya and was grateful to see that she was winning the struggle with her beast. For a moment, her tiger peeked out; golden stripes shimmered over her skin, and then vanished again.

  Charming.

  He quietly praised her tiger as it wrested control from the beast.

  How on Earth had she contracted a hellhound? They were a unique species of shapeshifter, always in the service of demonkind. In their human form, they were lumbering, hulking brutes, generally, though not always male. In their animal form, they closely resembled a Rottweiler on steroids, all muscle and raw, aggressive power in a pony-sized package.

  He’d never heard of one manifesting as the result of a curse, but stranger things had happened.

  Jedidiah returned to her breasts, leaning in cautiously to flick his tongue over the golden-pink areolas, to worry at her nipple. He added a tiny bit more pressure, a little teeth, and she was up on her toes again, the fragrance of her wet arousal wafting up from her body.

  She was close to coming, dangerously close. If her beast erupted during climax, that could spell disaster. He couldn’t bring her and control her at the same time.

  Besides, her first climax should belong to her husband.r />
  He reached down and slid an exploring finger between the lips of her sex. She was slick and wet and puffy. Glancing down, he admired the soft golden copper of her pubic hair; the curls were silky and soft. Her hips thrust, following his hand. Her arousal was high; her breath came fast between parted lips.

  “David.”

  He let her go and gestured to the other man. “On your knees for her. Make her come.”

  David was across the floor in a split second, sliding into place between her spread thighs. Jedidiah discarded the whip and stepped behind her, reaching around her body to cup her breasts. David set to work with eagerness, noisily sucking and slurping at her pussy. Her gasping moans were punctuated by his approving murmurs.

  Jedidiah gently pushed her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck, smiling to see goose bumps rise on her silky skin. She moaned and whimpered, growing closer and closer to the edge. He felt a wave of aggression from inside her, and gently closed his teeth over the nape of her neck. The hound receded. Mya seemed oblivious to the beast, though David glanced up cautiously.

  He released one breast and stroked her tummy. David’s hands had cupped her ass, and Jedidiah caught his breath as his erection brushed the knuckles of the tiger’s hands. He thrust forward, dragging his hardened cock along the soft valley of her ass cheeks. The fine wool of his pants rubbed his tender skin, and the skin of his bare torso slid against her lithe body.

  David thrust fingers into her cunt, pumping slowly and quite effectively. Her body quaked, grew tense and twisted, trying to fuck his hand even harder. Jedidiah held her in place, using more and more force. The hellhound rose in waves, requiring his complete focus.

  “Now… oh please! Now!”

  He pinched a nipple right as her body began to buck and quake in climax. He bit down hard, subduing the animal’s need to reach out and dominate its partner. She sobbed in relief, and Jedidiah caught the scent of David’s spilled semen. He’d come as well.

  It was a pity. Their first time together should have been a bit more traditional, but considering how much force he’d exerted to control the hound, Jedidiah was pleased with this first effort.

  The first of many this night.

  Chapter Four

  “What is it?”

  David was curled protectively around his wife; both were naked and lovely in the soft light of the room. Jedidiah settled into a wing chair and stretched his legs.

  “Your lovely little wife harbors a hellhound.”

  “What?” David sat up; his face looked pale in the golden light of the room. She slept on, deeply and soundly.

  “A hellhound. You know, all muscles and teeth and an insane drive to maim and kill. Thankfully, I’m not unfamiliar with the species.”

  Under his deeply tanned skin, David went pale. He held her tightly to his body.

  “In all truth, it’s a miracle that nothing tragic has occurred this past year. Given the rather savage nature of tiger shifters, combined with the combustive fury of a hellhound, the two of you have been fortunate.”

  “How did you control it?”

  Jedidiah dropped his chin to his chest, eyeing the couple with a good deal of residual lust. He hadn’t climaxed during their little exploration; indeed, it would have been unwise to have allowed himself that little loss of control. But still… he flexed the muscles of his groin, enjoying the heated power of his erection.

  “I’m a demon. We are the natural masters of the hounds. The beast recognized my dominance.”

  “Then perhaps we shouldn’t go any further… it might not be safe.”

  “Cheap attempt to avoid paying?” He lifted a brow in question.

  “No… no, we’d release you from your end of the agreement.”

  “Too late for that, David. Besides, how will you feel if one day the two of you succumb to your not inconsiderable libidos, and your wife forces you to kill her?”

  “That wouldn’t happen!” David’s voice held a distinct, angry hiss. He pushed himself upright, his back against the massive headboard of the bed.

  “That will happen. I agreed to help, you agreed to share…” He tapped a finger against his lips. “And don’t deny how this situation heats the blood in your veins. Don’t pretend you haven’t wondered how I’d taste in your mouth.” Jedidiah sat up and leaned forward. “I know damn well you’ve been imagining pushing into her body, your cock separated from mine by just the tiniest margin of flesh.”

  “Bastard!”

  He chuckled. “Most likely I am. But only if you accept that the Father of All Things committed such gross infidelity.”

  David looked away, but Jedidiah didn’t miss the gleam of laughter in his eyes. It seemed the young tiger didn’t hold a grudge. It was a nice change. Jedidiah spent the majority of his life guarding his back from dagger blows and artfully tossed spells. Demonkind had been known to carry out feuds for centuries. It was rather lovely to relax without the fear of having his throat slit.

  “You didn’t climax.”

  “No, David, I didn’t. It seemed best that the moment belong to the two of you.”

  “Thank you. That was kind.”

  The words rested heavy in the air between them.

  “Shall I…” David flushed and cleared his throat. “I can bring you. I’m not unwilling.”

  Jedidiah smiled at the surge of arousal that hardened his cock even more. His hand dropped to his shaft, stroking the length. “I’ve been riding the edge for a while now. I can wait a bit longer.”

  The tiger ignored him. David nimbly crossed over his wife’s still form on the bed and glided across the room, a vision of wild beauty. Without breaking eye contact, he dropped to his knees and rested his hands on the inside of Jedidiah’s thighs, spreading them slightly.

  “If the rest of the night continues as it started, you and I will need our control. You can’t do that if you’re edging.”

  “You’d be surprised what I can do, David.” Involuntarily, he reached out, stroking the shifter’s silky hair with the tips of his fingers. “I once encountered a tiger in the wild. It was black with yellow stripes. I’d never seen anything like it before.”

  “That color has been long extinct.” David reached up and unbuckled the narrow leather belt that encircled Jedidiah’s waist. Next came the button and zipper. “My color is quite rare as well.”

  “Blue?” He jerked involuntarily as David’s warm hand encircled his cock.

  “Black. Pure, unrelieved black. My stripes look purple in the sun.” He stroked gently, studying Jedidiah’s long, thick cock.

  “Were you expecting something exotic? Horns, hooves and a tail perhaps? I can arrange that.”

  “You just look… normal. Big, but pretty normal.” His hand stroked the length of the demon’s shaft. “Here, let’s get these trousers off.”

  Jedidiah lifted his hips and allowed the tiger to take charge.

  “Before the night is over, I’d like to see your animals. Black and golden. I’m amazed to have fallen into such exquisite company.” He sighed once the clothing was away from his skin. David knelt back a bit, surveying his body.

  “You’re quite lovely to look at. I’m still surprised.”

  “I do have horns. Would you like to see them?” He allowed the small, hooked bones to emerge from his forehead. They were barely noticeable behind the curls that flopped over his eyebrows. “That’s about the extent of my evil appearance.”

  His hips bucked slightly as David’s warm mouth covered his cockhead, his tongue lightly playing over the exquisitely sensitive glans. The tiger let him loose, gazing up at him from the floor.

  “I’ve always thought that demons were rather horrific.”

  Jedidiah laid his head against the velvet back of the chair. “That’s a defense mechanism. You’ll find that the more powerful demons are quite ordinary in appearance. We don’t need… oh, fuck, that’s good… tricks to frighten people.”

  A warm hand cupped his balls, rolling and massaging them
gently. He draped a hand over his chest, rubbing his nipples. “Like the vampire, we work with charm and charisma…”

  With a grunt, he shuddered at the sensation of his cock hitting the back of David’s throat. He palmed the tiger’s head gently, running his fingers through his hair. David stopped for a moment, wetting a finger. When his mouth dropped to Jedidiah’s balls, his finger pressed for entry into the demon’s ass.

  “Oh… yes…” Jedidiah wondered if steam was rising from his skin… he was that hot. The tiger was certainly not a stranger to men. His finger found the gland and gently massaged it. When a curved claw emerged from that buried finger, Jedidiah nearly went off.

  “You like that touch of pain?” David rested his chin on Jedidiah’s thigh, and he looked up at him, a slightly wicked smile on his face.

  “Danger…” he choked out. “I’m a bit of a fear junkie. I trust you, but after all, you are a wild animal by nature.” He panted, his chest rising and falling like that of a winded racehorse.

  The claw retracted, and Jedidiah moaned.

  “Leave your finger there. Make me come…”

  David looked up and their gazes locked. Slowly, he returned to the demon’s swollen shaft. Deliberately, he licked the pre-come that was glistening on his glans. He took long, wet licks up the length of Jedidiah’s shaft, pumping with his hand at the base.

  Jedidiah began to thrust against the warm, strong hand and mouth, gripping his ass on the finger that was in such a delicious position. His balls grew tight, his entire body flexed and he gasped. His seed jetted from his body, into David’s mouth, over his chin and lips. Each spasm was delicious torture, especially with the firm pressure on his prostate.

  When he had nothing left to ejaculate, he shivered through several dry spasms. Down there, David was busy licking and nuzzling his softening cock, catching every drop of semen that had escaped him. The sensation nearly made him hard again.

  “Lovely. That was lovely, David. Thank you.” He stroked the tiger’s hair, ran a finger down the strong angles of his face. “And thank you, Mya, for watching with such fervor.”

  David whirled, mortified embarrassment on his face. “Mya!” He turned back to Jedidiah, anger in his face. “How long did you know she was watching?”