“Right from the start, kitten.” He smiled and glanced over at the woman on the bed. “And if I’m not mistaken, we’re about ready to start our little party once again.”
Chapter Five
This had certainly been a night of surprises, and oddly enough, none of those surprises were unwelcome.
Mya lay curled up on the bed, watching the men as her husband went to his knees before the demon. His posture was neither that of submission or unwillingness. Her husband was controlling the interaction between the two, taking pleasure in his exquisite mastery over the pleasure of another.
She swallowed hard, remembering that first blistering orgasm that she’d experienced with David. Well, with David and Jedidiah. Her hand slipped down and cupped her pussy, aware that once again, her arousal was rising.
So was the beast.
Like a drowning woman looking for a lifeline, she searched the room frantically, her gaze finally settling on the demon’s flushed, beautiful face. As though sensing her need, his eyes slowly opened, his hot gaze catching hers. A slight flare of red in his gaze was all that told her that he was clasping her beast, forcing it into submission.
Her eyes widened, and he gave a slight, knowing smile. His head rolled back onto the dark velvet of the chair; his body spoke of the bliss that he was receiving from David’s very talented mouth.
Her husband knelt between the demon’s long, muscular legs, one hand roaming the fine skin of his thighs and his ass, his head bobbing and turning, and a slight humming sounded sweetly similar to the purr of a housecat. He was happy!
She rolled to her belly, wiggling a bit against the soft down of the comforter. Her belly tightened with arousal, and her nipples rubbed against the velvet of the pillows.
The demon was absolutely not what she’d expected. She’d been prepared for many things, but not old-world manners and painstaking honesty. She’d absolutely not expected him to be handsome in his natural form, nor would she have anticipated that small act of consideration, making certain that her first climax in over a year would be at the hands of David rather than himself.
That vampire had said that he was a hero among his people. She supposed that the criteria among demonkind for heroics were most likely different than that of classical literature. Jedidiah Worth was a legend among his people because he literally was the baddest of the bad.
While heroes were larger than life, they always had a tragic flaw. It was the small, fatal blemish in their character that finally brought them down. She wondered what his flaw was.
Mya watched the demon arch backward, his face contorted in blissful fulfillment as he climaxed at the hands of her husband. She distrusted the demon. She was downright afraid of what he might walk away with at the end of this evening. He knew them too well, and that knowledge gave him power. It also gave him their strengths and weaknesses, and the hidden pathways to their hearts.
He might not take their souls, but after hours in his company, he would have a very tight grip on their hearts.
In spite of those misgivings, as his semen spilled, her mouth watered, and there was nothing she wanted more than to be there next to her husband, bringing Jedidiah Worth to his knees. She wanted to taste his sweat, feel the rub of his skin against hers.
She wanted to look deeply into David’s eyes as Jedidiah fucked her from behind. She wanted to straddle his face, feeling the heat of his mouth on her pussy. Mya wanted all manner of illicit, dirty acts with these two men. Her imagination spanned much more than a single night could possibly hold.
When her husband looked over at her in shock and embarrassment, Mya was wet and ready for anything the demon might suggest. She rose from her belly to her knees, spreading them wide, running her hands up her body. All traces of embarrassment were washed from his face as the tiger moved into his gaze. The tiger didn’t burden itself with the same morals that humans clung to. It wanted sex and domination. For a moment, the other beast rose in protest, but after a brief battle Mya felt her tiger swat it down like a troublesome puppy.
She wasn’t naïve enough to believe that she’d accomplished that on her own; a red gleam in Jedidiah’s eyes revealed his artistic touch on the hellhound’s collar. Sudden faith and confidence washed through her. He might be a demon, but he was helping.
Extending her hand, she called her mate to her. It was time. After a year of longing and frustration, it was finally time.
David came at her so fast they tumbled into the bedding; she was on her back, her legs open and welcoming as he kissed her fiercely. He growled and she snarled back. His cock was hard and ready between their bodies; she was slick and ready for him.
“David.”
The demon’s voice cut through their rough foreplay.
“David. You must take her from behind.”
No! Mya wanted to watch his face; she wanted him between her legs. Her fingers transformed into wicked claws, sinking into the smooth flesh of David’s back.
The sudden scent of blood on the air brought the animal. The wrong animal.
A scream tore from the depths of her chest, and before she could sink wicked teeth into the throat of the creature who was dominating her, merciless ropes twisted around her wrists, pulling her arms above her head. The men struggled with her, turning her to her belly.
“Mya! Calm down!” Jedidiah’s voice was calm and masterful; an anchor that held her to sanity. “Mya. Are you there?”
She blinked, her cheek pressed against the soft velvet of the bedspread. The beast was still there, snarling and hungry for blood. The tiger was there too, as bloodthirsty as the hellhound, but desperate to protect her mate.
And her master.
“Help me bring her upright, David.”
The rope stayed taut on her wrists as they lifted her to her knees. At the urging of the demon, she widened her stance.
“Remember your safe word?”
She nodded. “Red.”
“Good girl. Now your husband is going to make love to you. I’m going to help. Is that all right?”
Mya swallowed, testing the bindings that held her in place. They seemed strong and safe.
“What if I hurt him?”
“He’ll be behind you. Think, Mya; is that what your tiger wants?”
She closed her eyes, letting her head drift forward to Jedidiah’s shoulder. “Yes. That’s what I want.”
“Excellent. Now, David, easy touches…”
Her breathing slowed as her husband ran gentle hands over her body, soothing and comforting her beasts. Whenever the hellhound began to rise, he whispered calming words in her ear.
“When it comes, breathe through it, sweetheart. Reach out for your tiger.”
Jedidiah’s handsome face was there when she opened her eyes, and he leaned in, kissing her gently. Sweetly. At the very moment she looked at the demon, her husband lightly found a sweet spot at the back of her neck, and her breathing suddenly picked up again. This time it was from arousal, not bloodthirsty fury.
She breathed a soft moan against Jedidiah’s lips and nearly floated away in bliss as his tongue gently explored her mouth. He tasted like hot spices, cinnamon and cloves. David reached around, cupping her breasts, brushing her nipples, prompting a fresh surge of arousal to rush through her body.
Without warning, the hellhound rushed to the surface, taking her by surprise. Mya threw her head back, biting blindly at the air. Automatically, she visualized her tiger, and the cool, familiar predator moved into her mind, pushing back the beast. It took only a second.
“Did you help that time?” She looked at Jedidiah in question. Behind her, David had gone still, his soft lips lingering on the skin of her shoulder. Though his mouth was gentle, she felt the threatening press of wicked teeth, and her skin prickled in reaction.
“No, Mya. You did it yourself this time.” He reached up and stroked the skin of her cheek. David ran his tongue along her neck; it was slightly rough. His tiger was close, calling to hers. He cupped her ass, and gently
massaged the soft skin. When his hand slid between her legs, she shivered and let her eyes drop closed, visualizing their tigers playfully entwined. When he pressed his cock to the seam of her bottom, she automatically arched her back in flirtatious offering.
In answer to her offer, David guided his shaft between her legs, sliding through her juices. When his glans bumped up into her clit, they both shivered.
The demon grinned wickedly, moving her forward to alter her position just a bit. “Take her!”
Pressure built at her pussy. Jedidiah reached between her legs, clasping David’s cock and guiding it into place. It was tight, but she pressed back, cursing when he withdrew and returned. A growl built in her chest.
“You’re a tiger, David, not a human! Fuck her!”
Her mate suddenly surged into her body with a flurry of short, violent thrusts until he was buried to the balls. Mya threw back her head, crying out in mingled pain, relief and satisfaction. When the beast tried to surge forward, Jedidiah clasped her jaw in his hand and stared hard at her. This close, she saw that his eyes weren’t brown, but rather red. Deep, dark red that looked almost the same as the velvet fabrics decorating the room. They were beautiful eyes, framed by heavy black lashes.
His power washed through her brain like a fresh breeze, and as David thrust into her body, she stared into Jedidiah’s eyes, letting him hold onto the beast. She barely noticed when the ropes around her hands loosened. Suddenly she was clinging to him, arms around his neck, allowing him to keep her steady and safe.
She reached back and stroked David’s lean thigh, turning to look at him. When he saw her watching, he smiled, leaned forward and kissed her.
A hand found her clit, and when David gasped, she knew that same hand had found him as well. She pressed into the heel of Jedidiah’s palm and turned back to his body, resting her cheek trustingly against his shoulder. David had her from the back, Jedidiah from the front. She dropped one hand, running it down his belly till she felt the heated length of his shaft.
Hadn’t he just come moments ago at David’s hands?
“I’m a demon, tigress. Quick recovery time.”
She didn’t have the breath to laugh, though she squeezed his cock.
“If we had time to play, I’d train you to take both of us. We’d both thrust into your sweet pussy, and we’d both spill our seed into your body. You’d own us, Mya.”
If it was possible for her heart to race faster, it did. Images of being taken by them flooded her mind.
“Oh… God, Jed, you’re making me come too fast!” Her husband’s voice was taut with need.
She wasn’t certain if the demon was sharing his fantasy with David as well, or if it was his hands on their joined flesh. Her husband was pounding into her now; only the strength of the demon’s powerful body held her upright. David’s claws emerged, sinking into the soft flesh of her waist and hip. He opened his mouth and bared his teeth against her shoulder.
“Now, tigress, come with your mate!”
At Jedidiah’s command, David’s sharp teeth pierced the skin of her shoulder, kicking her over the edge. Bloodlust whirled in a frenzied dance with her climax, twisting her body, drawing a scream from deep within. Mya shuddered with her spasms, her cunt hungrily drawing the seed from David’s body. She felt the warm wash of Jedidiah’s semen against her belly, and without thought, she bit down hard, tasting the cinnamon-clove of his blood over her lips and tongue.
He groaned, thrusting against her mons, prolonging the climax in what seemed like an endless orgy of frenzied lust. For one breathless moment the three of them balanced on their knees like marionettes whose strings had just been cut.
They collapsed to the bed in a boneless, nerveless, breathless heap.
Mya lay sandwiched between two strong, hot bodies. She scented their mingled blood on her body, the earthy fragrance of their semen mixed with her cream. She tasted David’s kiss and Jedidiah’s blood. In the second before she passed out completely, something whispered through Mya’s mind.
This can’t be good.
She didn’t know whose voice it was.
Chapter Six
Jedidiah’s eyes fluttered open. He had that brief moment of panic that comes from waking in a strange place. It was such a human trait, and one he’d always been prone to. It made him wonder if perhaps his long-ago origins were of this plane rather than the world of the angels and demons.
Mythology said that demons were the spawn of Satan, but he knew better. Too much was attributed to good and evil, God and Satan. His methods might differ from those of his angelic siblings, but the end result was the same. Punishment and reward were awarded on merit. Even an unfortunate human who’d signed away his soul could redeem it through selflessness.
He moved tentatively, feeling the stickiness of blood and semen on his skin. It was the residual evidence of debauchery. All that was missing were the tainted odors of alcohol and drugs that normally accompanied those scents. That was his experience, anyway. Plus, he’d never before passed out from the intensity of a shared orgasmic experience. Jedidiah took a moment, reassuring himself that all was well.
Simple debauchery then, the perfect storm of lust, sex, and loss of control.
The blood was his, and that worried him a bit. He knew that tigers always drew blood when mating; it was an old carryover from more primal times. He wasn’t quite certain how he’d missed Mya’s intent; the hellhound had been completely absent from her essence. Reaching up, he fondled the rapidly healing wound; the blood was still sticky against his fingers.
He rolled away from the sleeping tigers and padded across the room, finding a bathroom and toilet cunningly hidden behind a drapery. In the cool electric light, he examined the bite, finding four perfectly placed punctures. Long, slender scratches scored his right hip; David had marked him as well.
He washed the injuries, though there was no risk of scarring or infection, and then rinsed his face, hoping to clear his thoughts. There was no paranormal cost to the injuries; he wasn’t tied to the couple in any way. They might be a bit attached to him, judging by their need to mark, but that would quickly pass. He looked at the overly handsome image in the mirror and chuckled. The face was the honey to draw his flies; however, his lovers were rarely sorry to see him go.
He wondered if the tigers would miss him.
Back in the room, he wandered and explored a bit, noticing that the space seemed to have tidied itself as they slept. Impressive magic indeed! He settled into a large wing chair by the fire, letting the warmth and light bask over his skin. He dozed a bit, and then drifted back to wakefulness when Mya crept up next to his chair, resplendent and magnificent in her tiger form.
Her fur was sparkling white, etched over her body in a complex pattern of stripes the color of butterscotch and copper. Her eyes were amazingly similar to how they normally looked. Jedidiah knew that natural tigers were incapable of purring, but apparently shifters retained that skill; she rumbled a lazy song against his leg when she ran her head against his skin.
“More scent marking, eh? It wasn’t enough for you to bite, was it?” He ran his hands through her fur, enjoying the decadent luxury of her pelt. She opened her mouth, gently settling her wicked fangs around his calf in a mock bite. A ripple of excitement ran up his spine at the threat.
Mine.
The thought echoed through his mind as clearly as if it had been spoken.
“No, little tigress. For this night, you are mine.”
She bit again, bearing down a bit harder. He laughed when she lifted her head, gazing at his semi-hard cock.
“All right, I concede. For tonight, I am yours and David’s, as well. Does that make you happy?”
She rolled onto her back in a luxuriant stretch, and then in the wink of an eye, a naked human woman lay in resplendent nudity.
“Yes, that makes me happy.” She sat up and climbed into his lap, like an oversized housecat.
“You only shifted form to climb up here, didn’t y
ou?” She didn’t deny it.
Mya leaned down and licked at the punctures. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Jedidiah. I’m very sorry.”
He stroked her hair, winding strands around his fingers. “No harm done, kitten. I’m quite resilient.”
Her arms looped around his neck and she cuddled. “Thank you for giving me David. Even if the witch doesn’t cooperate, we’ve had this night, and you’ve given me hope.”
He chuckled. “She’ll negotiate.” They always negotiated. That was the secret to eternal punishment. Human nature continued after death, and with the exception of truly happy souls, most were always striving for greener grass.
He wrapped his arms around her body, stroking the fine skin of her hip and waist.
“Jedidiah, I love my husband; he’s my world.”
“And now he’s your mate.”
Her smile was soft and blissful. “He’s my mate now. But how do I factor in the need that I have for you?” She reached up, her hand sliding into his hair. A sharp surge of arousal told him that his horns were out and visible. He caught his breath not only at his carelessness, but at the erotic rush that came over him as she stroked the curved bone.
“Am I a bad person to want a man other than my husband?”
“Are you asking me if you’re evil?” He lifted a brow, giving her a sardonic smile. “No, tigress. You aren’t evil. You’re simply being what you are. Humans attach too much moral import to the indulgence of sex. You aren’t behaving in such a way to hurt others. Plus, shifters are naturally sensual. This is a shared experience between you and David, though it’s been negotiated with me. There’s no evil attached.”
“I want to have sex with you.”
“You will.” When David awakened. Not before.
“Are you still afraid that I can’t control the beast?”
He sighed and looked at her. “You’re doing better, but it’s still there, still quite dangerous.”
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