A Valentine for Two

by Lia Davis

  Sullivan’s dick throbbed with anticipation and pressed painfully against the teeth of his zipper. When Carter cupped Sullivan’s heavy sac and squeezed, he swore a spurt of precum pulsed from his tip. Sullivan licked his lips and clenched his hands into fists. His lover sure did know how to torture him.

  “What’s wrong?” Carter strutted toward him, stroking his length as he went.

  “You’re being a tease.” Sullivan groaned when Carter cupped his junk. “Undress me in the next five seconds and I’ll fuck you.”

  “If not?” Carter stepped back.

  “You’ll watch me stroke myself to completion.” When Carter opened his mouth, he shook his head. “You’ll get no relief.”

  The man frowned. “You’re diabolical. My bullocks are painfully tight. My dick is hard enough to hammer nails and I—”

  “Are wasting time.” He stood. “Undress me.”

  Carter worked quickly, taking each garment off Sullivan, letting it fall to the floor. When his shirt left Carter’s hand, Sullivan spun the other male, so he faced the desk and bent him forward. Sullivan reached into the side drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube he kept there for occasions like this. Opening the bottle, he squeezed out a liberal amount and began the methodical task of prepping his lover.

  The sounds Carter made shred Sullivan’s control, yet he fought to give over to his natural inclination. He reveled in the lust and burning need consuming his partner. He drank of it, taking his full and then like the glutton his was, took more. When he finally worked the gel over the ruddy tip of his cock, electricity shot clean through him. He’d waited too long.

  “Fuck.”

  “We would, if you’d hurry.” The erotic edge to his lover’s voice turned him on.

  Sullivan positioned himself at Carter’s hole and pushed forward. His breath hitched in his chest, as the tight heat of Carter’s ass gripped him. Son of a bitch, he never got used to the way it felt entering his lover. His toes curled. His balls hardened with expectation. Below him, Carter grunted, bowing his back as he fit his hand between the desk and his body. He retreated and forged forward again, this time not stopping till he was balls deep.

  He moaned.

  The muscles of his lover’s ass quivered around him as he gave Carter a minute to adjust. Sullivan could stay there all day, allow his lover the opportunity to milk the cum from his balls. Instead, he moved. His thrusts were even. He wanted to savor this moment and give them the sweet relief they needed. Yet, his body demanded more.

  Harder.

  Faster.

  Their balls slapped against each other’s with his pounding thrusts. Carter bent over, placing his head on the table, which granted him more access to Sullivan’s body. He reached between them, and rubbed Sullivan’s taint, adding little sparks of pleasure to his already wound up system.

  Sullivan clenched his jaw as the first flutters of his impending release rushed down his spine to settle in his groin. Not yet. It had to be good for his lover. He bent forward placing his chest to Carter’s back, shortening his strokes as he pushed his lover’s hand out of the way and took hold of his cock.

  Carter made a gurgling sound in the back of his throat as he gripped the edge of the desk. His ass lifted to meet Sullivan’s thrusts. The friction between them burned him to the quick. He could stop the onslaught of bliss shooting through him. He growled and rode Carter harder, while pumping his cock with just as much determination.

  He gasped. Sullivan’s vision narrowed to where their bodies were connected, and for a second he hung suspended between there and nothingness. He bucked against his lover and roared as his cum filled Carter’s ass. Beneath him, his lover tensed and then a cry of pleasure fell from his lips as his dick kicked in Sullivan’s hand. The sticky cream coated his fingers as he stroked him through his release.

  When his dick softened, Sully slipped from Carter’s ass then stumbled back into his chair, pulling Carter back with him. He nuzzled the man’s neck and sighed.

  “It’ll all work out, Sullivan. We just have to see it through.”

  Chapter Six

  Sierra pulled into an available parking spot at Wolfsbane and put her car into park. She sat there for a minute and contemplated going home. Yesterday had been a little too...intimate for her liking. And, even though she tried to take the edge off, it hadn’t slacked the need flowing through her veins.

  She glanced at her outfit and frowned. Jerry had spilled the beans. Margie showed up at the office, a garment bag in hand and a smug grin on her face.

  “I’ve got something planned for you.”

  Before she could protest, the woman had her out of the chair and in the small dressing room, at the end of the hall. “This isn’t a good idea. I’m not sure I want to go.”

  Her protests fell on deaf ears as Margie opened her bag and pulled out the smallest, most revealing outfit she’d ever seen. The white latex and mesh skirt and leather corset had been offset by the accompanying angel wings.

  “They’re going to eat you up.”

  Yeah, she was pretty sure eating her up wouldn’t be a good thing, considering who the men were and what kind of club she’d be at. However, Margie grew more excited by the second as she helped Sierra dress. She didn’t have the heart to disappoint her. Nor did she want to argue either.

  Sierra got out of her car. The line to get into Wolfsbane wrapped around the corner. Thankfully, she knew the owners. She smiled to herself as she hurried across the road. When she walked up the behemoth at the door, she flashed her press pass. “Hi. I’m Sierra Hanover, Carter and Sully—I mean Sullivan are expecting me.”

  He flipped through the list as the door opened. “Ah, Miss Hanover.” Carter strolled outside. “I’m glad you could make it.”

  Like she had any choice. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She pasted on a smile, while her heart and mind waged an internal war.

  “It’s okay, Chet. She’s our guest for the night.” He held out his hand to her. “Sullivan is going to be happy to see you.”

  “We’re almost to capacity, Mr. Goode, what do you want me to do with the line?” Chet motioned to the people waiting.

  “Let those in we can, and the rest will have to wait. It is one of the hottest holidays after all.” He gave her hand a tug, directing her toward the entrance.

  “Wow, what changed your perspective?”

  He laughed. “Nothing, Miss Hanover. I’m a pragmatic businessman. I believe in the bottom dollar while also giving my clientele the best experience possible for their money.”

  “Huh.” She hurried along with him. “So, about this last part of the whole article.” She stopped short when she stepped into the club. “Whoa.”

  Empty, it looked like any business along the Sunset Strip. Now, however, it blew her mind. Pink, red, and white streamers hung from the rafters. Music thumped from the strategically placed speakers around the stage where the DJ stood. Men and women, dressed as demons and angels, writhed against each other in a sensual dance. The scene knocked her off balance. Left her a little light-headed by the open display of desire.

  “Ah yes.” He tucked her into his side. “Have you ever spent much time around shifters?”

  No. Not like this. “Jerry and Margie aren’t like this.”

  The simulated, or what she hoped were simulated, acts of sexual intercourse out in the open surprised her and also sparked the still simmering thread of arousal inside her. Whatever Sullivan had done to her, she’d found no release nor satisfaction on her own.

  The deep, rich timbre of his laugh sent a shiver of need down her spine. “They do, Miss Hanover. Every full moon.”

  She considered his statement. Her assistant didn’t come off as being wild or unhinged like these supernaturals. “No way.”

  “Cross my heart.” He made the symbol over his chest then turned her to a couple she sort-of recognized. “See for yourself.”

  Holy shit. Mild-mannered Jerry wore only a pair of leather pants and a red devil’s ma
sk graced his face. Margie wore something akin to what Sierra had whined about wearing. Her leg was wrapped around Jerry’s hip and an expression of pure bliss graced her features. “Whoa.” She felt like she’d been stuck, repeating the same word as if it were the only word she knew.

  “It’s part of the services we provide. A natural pheromone is pumped through the ventilation system.”

  She gave him a worried glance. What if they tried to manipulate her? Would she let them? Give over to whatever this burning desire she’d tried to reconcile within her?

  “You’re thinking too hard.” Carter splayed his hand across her stomach, causing her muscles to quiver in response. “They won’t affect you. Only the supernatural beings here tonight will be affected by their potency.”

  “Isn’t that a little unfair?” Sierra’s gaze stayed rooted on the spot where Jerry and Margie played.

  “What?”

  “Won’t the humans be at a disadvantage? Used?” She tried to figure out the best way to express her unease, but with each swipe of his thumb across her skin, she found it more difficult to concentrate.

  “We had the issue in the past. Wolves are very territorial when it comes to their mates. We had to change the formula, to adjust for the basic mating scent.”

  “How do you know all this?” It seemed, even though she stood in a club full of paranormal persons, a little farfetched to her.

  “Trial and error, plus our employees.” He directed her to a secluded section. “A bit of testing on some of our most loyal patrons, both human and para.” He motioned to the booth for her to sit. “What would you like to drink? Perhaps another cherry coke?”

  No. Tonight she needed something a little stronger. “An Old Fashioned would be great.”

  “As you wish. Sullivan should be here soon.” He leaned in, their faces were inches from each other. “I should lie to you, but with you, I’ll never be able to.” Carter brushed his lips over hers. “The pheromones affect me too, and all I want to do is taste you.”

  Her breath hitched. Her heart thundered in her chest. She licked her lips, gathering up the heated taste of his lips, almost desperate for it. What did she say in a situation like this? She’d never done this before. Her ex had been so ... mundane. “I ... well ... I ... thank you?”

  He smirked. “We’re going to have fun tonight.” He gave her a once over with his heated stare. “So much fun.”

  A niggle of warning shot through her, but before she could voice her concern, he turned and left.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” Sullivan joined her at the table. He kept his distance, almost putting up a wall between them.

  “It’s interesting.” She opened her mouth to apologize, however she hesitated for a second. “I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

  He cocked a brow and folded his hands on the table. “How so?”

  “Well you’re you, and I’m human and I was rude.”

  He waved her off. “I pushed. I shouldn’t have.” He reached for her hand. “There is a connection between us. You feel it. Carter and I feel it.”

  “Yes. I thought it was because you’re incubi.” When he touched the back of her hand, a spark of electricity curled low in her belly.

  “Some of it is because I’m an incubus. I’m a sexual being. A deviant.” He drew closer to her. “I want to fuck you.”

  Blunt. “Uh.”

  “Every day for the rest of our lives. The thought has put me in a bind. Left me irritable at worst, and horny at best. I stepped over the line pushing you.”

  Not the explanation I’d been expecting. “I appreciate your honesty.”

  He nodded.

  “So, how do the pheromones work on you?” This hadn’t been the conversation she thought she’d be having with the owners of the club.

  He shrugged. “It enhances everything. My ability to smell. My need to fuck. My desire to procreate.”

  “Is that what this whole night is about for you?” To her, it appeared empty. Not anything like Carter had expressed during the podcast.

  “Do you mean: will I fall in love?”

  “Well—” she gave a slight lift of her shoulder— “isn’t it why Cater throws these lavish parties?”

  “Sure. I guess, I’m like you in a way. I don’t think love has a place in sex. It’s a fun function. It releases stress. Feels amazing. Both people get what they want.”

  “You sound like me.” She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised by his admission.

  “What you saw yesterday was the demon wanting his prey—you.”

  She licked her lips. “Me?”

  “Ah, I see you’ve arrived.” Carter placed her drink in front of her. “Everything taken care of?”

  “All set.” Sullivan grabbed the beer placed in front of him. “Should we retire to our apartment for the remainder of the interview?”

  “I thought we could stay here and experience the atmosphere.” She took a sip of her Old Fashion.

  “Then we’ll dance.”

  Oh no. From what she’d witnessed on the dance floor, they weren’t doing anything even remotely close to dancing. “Uh, I’m not sure.”

  “You can show us your moves.” Carter gave her a wicked grin.

  “Oh, I don’t know. My moves aren’t spectacular or anything.” God, how were they able to make her feel so unsure of herself?

  Sullivan held out his hand to her after he stood. “I’d love to see how you move.”

  Carter slid out of the booth next. “Plus, it would be a shame to not show off your angel costume.”

  It was official, she was killing Margie and Jerry. “You’re giving me way too much credit.” She placed her hand in Sullivan’s and allowed him to lead her out to the dance floor. “What if people are ... you know ....”

  “Fucking?” A smile pulled at the corner of Sullivan’s mouth.

  “Would it be a bad thing to drop your inhibitions for one night and give over to what may be?” Carter crowded her, placing his hand on her hip.

  One night? No inhibitions? Could she give up her control and do as they ask? It would be nice. She spent all her time keeping people at arm’s length, she never gave herself a pass to just be. To let go of pretense and have fun. “What’s one night, right?”

  “Precisely.” He nuzzled her neck. “Let us show you a good time.”

  Chapter Seven

  They had to take their time. Allow Sierra to dictate the pace—even if it drove him insane. Yet, so far, the plan was working. Sullivan wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close to him, while Carter fit to her back. The party had been a hit. None of the fighting broke out like he’d seen in past years, and those who were finding their mates were taking their fun home or to quiet booths.

  Carter pushed a lock of her hair back from her neck then buried his face there. She smelled sweet, enticing him beyond words, and comprehension. “What do you want out of this life, Sierra?”

  She stilled. “I haven’t thought about it.”

  Carter eased his hands around her middle and brushed his thumbs along the undersides of her breasts. “Really.”

  “Yeah.” She glanced back at him. Her pretty, golden eyes were heavy lidded as they began to sway.

  “Don’t you want a mate—partner?” Sullivan slid his hands lower. “Someone to greet you at home after hours of grilling people?” He winked at her.

  “Whatever.” She laughed. “I don’t grill people for a living.”

  “Sure you don’t,” his lover teased. “What do you do then?”

  “I write informative pieces. Like I plan to do later tonight.”

  “We have better plans for you tonight.” Carter pressed a kiss to her neck. “I think you’ll enjoy it much more than writing some silly article about our club.” He drew his hands higher, cupping her breasts. The hard bead of her nipples pushed against his fingers.

  He began to move them, following the beat of sensual music. The rhythm flowed through his body, along with the pheromones pumping into
the club. His already hard cock thickened to the point of pain with each brush of her lush ass across his groin. What the hell had they been thinking? Going through the motions for her would cost them. Not in a bad way, but it would serve to ramp up the beast lying below the surface, and tempt him to take without regret. Carter didn’t want that for Sierra.

  When he glanced up at his partner, the same war he waged with himself reflected in his obsidian gaze. As much as Sullivan tried to fight the call of their mate, Carter had come to realize neither one of them could deny it. So, they’d come up with a plan while Carter sat in Sullivan’s lap that afternoon. Make tonight all about her. Give her as much pleasure as they could, then make sure she’d never want to leave them. Ever.

  The time for talking had been over.

  The longer he thought about it, the more excuses Sierra and Sullivan could come up with and he wasn’t willing to let either one of them slip through his fingers. Carter pressed a kiss to her shoulder then spun her so she was facing him. “You are a temptation. In all my years, I have never felt this magnetic connection to a female, let alone a human. I want you. We—Sully and I, want you.”

  “Is this true, Sullivan?” She gazed up at his partner, a sliver of hope filled her eyes.

  Sully bent his head and nipped at her bottom lip. “What do you say we retire back to our apartment.”

  “Uh.”

  “I gave you my truth. I’m dying without you.”

  “You did,” she agreed. “It’s a lot to take in.”

  Carter chuckled. “You’re coming on a little hard, Sullivan.”

  “I’m more than a little hard.”

  Sierra moaned. “You’re both incorrigible.”

  “She’s not saying no. Stand back.” Sullivan picked her up, and positioned her over his shoulder.

  “Sullivan! Put me down.” She laughed. “What the hell are you doing?”