Fallen Gods II: Jaded Prey

by Lorie O'Clare

  She licked her lips. His cock lengthened in his pants, surging to life over the slight movement of her mouth. His mind boiled with frustration and anger knowing that even though the despicable demon leader hid, he remained lodged in her. Nothing had ever overtaken Merco, nothing. The demon leader wouldn’t be the first.

  “Do you think he is with you now?” Morph asked.

  Merco sensed that he already had started his own searching, his concentration level peaking even though he appeared relaxed sitting across from them in one of his overstuffed chairs.

  Naomi hesitated. “I’m not sure. I think he is. For some reason he feels safer inside me.” She cringed. “And I don’t know how to explain it. But it just makes me feel so dirty, used.”

  “None of this is your fault,” Merco told her, tipping her chin back so she would look at him. “You must know that.”

  “I do. I don’t think it’s anyone’s fault.” She searched his face, her soft blue eyes wide, showing all of her fears, and her faith in him. “You’ll be able to make him go away, won’t you?”

  He would do more than simply cast the demon leader out of her. “Yes,” he said, the fire burning in him mounting as he thought of what he would do to that bastard once he had him out of Naomi.

  Merco intentionally made the rest of the afternoon a casual affair. Naomi needed to get accustomed to his friends, feel relaxed around them. By nightfall they had steaks going on the grill out back. He allowed her to witness small feats of their powers. She clapped her hands and laughed when Ace pointed a finger at the grill and created a perfect fire for the meat to cook on. Of course, Ace, being the show-off that he was, then allowed potatoes in foil to appear one at a time and then juggled them for her before easily placing them among the hot coals.

  “Your friend is such a ham.” She had wrapped her arms around Merco’s waist, looking more alive and content than he’d seen her in days. “This is the perfect ending to this day.”

  “The day isn’t over yet.” He loved watching her blue eyes darken with passion at his suggestive comment.

  She stretched up against him, catlike, pressing her large breasts against his chest. “What creative activity could you possibly have lined up next?”

  Merco grinned, enjoying how she felt next to him. A perfect fit. The fire made her red hair glow, bringing out highlights in it as it tumbled past her shoulders in two thick braids, tickling his arm as the thick pleated hair brushed over him.

  “Exactly what you need, my dear,” he told her.

  She tasted of the wine she’d been sipping when he kissed her. Her lips were full and moist, so warm in spite of the cold evening. And when she stretched further along him, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing herself nearer to deepen the kiss, the protective instincts he had felt earlier swarmed to life inside him, hardening him to stone.

  “Mine,” he whispered into her mouth.

  “Yours?” she asked, her lids low over her eyes, her face aglow in the dim light.

  “Oh, yes.” And he meant it. With every fiber of his being he knew there was no way he would let her get away from him.

  “Mmm.” She stretched against him, reaching to kiss him again.

  What he wouldn’t do to make a meal out of her. Twisting her hair through his fingers, the loose braid holding the strands tight, he willed it to be loose, the way he liked it. She chuckled into his mouth when her hair suddenly flowed free, his to run his hands through as he pleased.

  “You two aren’t going to be hungry for supper,” Ace teased, walking past them with a large plate full of steaks.

  He had donned a chef’s apron, enjoying the role of cook, and grinned when Merco straightened for fresh air and glared at him over Naomi’s head.

  She turned in his arms, watching Ace as he carried the food into the dining room. It would do her good to have a large meal. Naomi would need her strength for the evening that would follow.

  “You’ve given me one of the best days I’ve had in quite a while,” she said later, after they had left Ace and Morph lounging in the living room.

  “I wanted you relaxed, and ready for the evening.” He led the way into his bedroom and then turned around. “There is only one way for you to be relaxed enough, and strong enough, to rid you of the demon.”

  Moonlight filtered through the window, casting shadows over both of them. But even in the darkness, her blue eyes glowed. There was a flush on her cheeks, and her mouth had formed a perfect pouting expression. She pondered his words for only a second.

  “And what is that?” she asked, her words coming on a hushed breath.

  He stroked her cheek, her warmth scalding his senses. She would enjoy what he had to offer, and that made his blood boil with anticipation. Sharing her with his friends would truly make her his. And he knew this wouldn’t be the same as when he’d shared women with his friends in the past. Naomi was his. His friends knew that. Allowing them to enter her would give her strength, help open up the powers he believed already existed inside her.

  This wasn’t something she’d ever done before, but she would be willing for him. And the pleasure he would show her would surpass anything she’d ever experienced.

  “All three of us will fuck you.” His cock throbbed at the thought. “There is no other pleasure like it for a woman.”

  “And you want to share me?” she asked, running her tongue over her lips. She turned her head into his hand, looking up at him with questioning eyes. “Don’t you want me for yourself?”

  “Oh, yes. I want you.” Merco smiled and reached for her. She wanted to be his. His heart had never felt so light, or beat so hard. “I want to give you paradise, spoil you like you’ve never been spoiled before. Make you truly mine. And giving yourself to us in this way will make you stronger so we can get rid of the demon leader once and for all.”

  She blinked once. A slow smile formed on her face as she took a long slow breath. “I’ve never been with three men before. Hell, I’ve never been with two men before.”

  “My dear, then you are about to experience the treat of a lifetime.” He pulled her to him hard enough that she collapsed into him.

  Moving backwards, he collapsed onto the bed with her. Her body was soft where his was hard, making a perfect fit. She stretched catlike over him, crushing her mouth to his, aroused by his sudden action.

  His hands were all over her. She made him wild with her sudden lust, her need to return the aggressive act. Her smaller hands ran down his arms, and then pressed, pushing them upward so that they lay on either side of his head.

  “You may be some kind of magical sorcerer, but that doesn’t mean you always get to be in charge.” There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes when she pushed herself up on him.

  The shirt she wore was suddenly way too baggy. It blocked his view of her breasts. He didn’t attempt to unpin himself from her grasp. Her body pressed against his, the willowy length of her legs intertwining with his.

  “Your clothes are in the way.” He had no problem with her playing like she was in charge. Her fiery energy had him hard as a rock and he was in no hurry to make her stop.

  “Oh, yeah? And what are you going to do about it?” She hardened her grip on his forearms.

  He didn’t hide his smile. “Holding me down will not stop me from having you.”

  She raised an eyebrow, pinching his skin with her fingers. Naomi was up to the challenge of taking him on. His powers didn’t sway her, and he loved that he didn’t intimidate her.

  “What are you going to do? Use your sorcery on me?”

  “I’m not a sorcerer.”

  She lowered her head, running her tongue over his collarbone. If she kept that up his toes would curl up to his knees.

  “Then what are you?” Her breath tickled his neck.

  Fire rushed through him, his body temperature soaring out of control.

  It was all he could do to concentrate. Her lips burned his skin with soft kisses while she traced a hot path down the edge of
his shirt.

  But she deserved an honest answer. “On Earth, I was known as a god.”

  She purred, the vibration sending chills rushing through him.

  “You are most definitely a god.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Passion ripped through Naomi, tearing at her senses. She was drunk on Merco. Never before had she felt more alive, more in control, more willing to please a man, and be pleased.

  He had told her that he cherished her more than he’d ever cherished anyone before. She wouldn’t try to understand what type of life he must have had before meeting her. There wasn’t time to focus on that right now. All that mattered was his confession of feelings, of needing her, of wanting her.

  And she wanted him. Damn. The need surged through her with enough electricity to light up all of Kansas City. She was alive. On fire. And nothing would hold her back.

  She scraped her teeth over his flesh, running her tongue along the edge of his shirt, tickling his skin. A growl erupted from him. Something deep inside him had stirred. She felt it rumble through his body, his muscles hardening underneath her. His arms flexed, and she tightened her grip, holding him in place with all of her strength.

  “You can handle it,” she murmured, loving the power she felt.

  “Oh, yes. I can.” He leapt forward, straightening to a sitting position and overpowering her with a smooth swoop.

  “Oh!” Before she could stop him he had come down on top of her, twisting around so that he was settled over her.

  Her breath caught in her throat. For a moment she couldn’t think. Her heart raced so hard all she could do was look up at him in the dimness, the cocky expression on his face exhilarating.

  “I don’t need powers where you are concerned.” His tone had turned dark, something primal emerging from him. “But since you are fascinated by them, I will show you a little trick.”

  She held her breath, not daring to move. Her body was on fire, a throbbing between her legs so distracting she couldn’t think.

  He adjusted himself slightly, the bulk of his weight not on her, but still managing to hold her in place. Reaching with one hand, he gripped her shirt, twisting the front of it in his fist. In the next instant he lifted it off of her as if it had simply rested over her and not on her.

  “That’s not fair.” A chill in the room rushed over her suddenly exposed skin. Her nipples hardened instantly, a tingling ache in her breasts urging her to arch into him. “I can’t do that to you.”

  “You can’t?” He cocked an eyebrow, his expression turning mischievous. “You have little faith in yourself.”

  She didn’t take her gaze from his as she reached up, managing to free one hand from underneath him, and took a hold of his shirt. It slipped off of his body as easily as hers had.

  “Holy shit.” She had the sudden urge to start giggling.

  And then she realized what he had done. He had lightened the moment, making her giddy. His friends would fuck her tonight. She had no idea how it would play out, or when he’d discussed it with him. The sudden thought of it tied her tummy in knots. Having Merco was all that she needed. But what he offered her, three men pleasuring her at once. What an experience! And he wanted this. He told her that he cherished her and that he wanted to share her. Excitement and fear swarmed through her at the same time.

  Merco must have sensed her sudden shift in thoughts. He lowered his head, kissing her gently. The softness of his lips did magic on her. His body pressed against hers, flesh against flesh, his chest hairs tickling her senses. Fire rushed through her, building, growing as a pressure ballooned inside her.

  Naomi squirmed underneath him, the urge to come drumming through her. She was drowning, absolutely sinking into an abyss of need and lust. Passion dripped through him as he intensified the kiss.

  It took a minute for her to realize her long underwear was gone, and so were his jeans. More magic. The work of a god. But she didn’t care. Nothing mattered at this point. She ran her legs along his, his coarse body hair rough against her skin. He was so solid, so hard—very hard. The length of his cock throbbed between them, demanding attention, refusing to be ignored.

  “Your mouth is on fire, baby,” he whispered, a rough guttural sound. “I need my cock in there. Let me fuck your mouth.”

  She squirmed underneath him before she had a thought. No longer did she care about dominating him. Nothing mattered anymore other than having him, tasting him, feeling the length of his cock.

  Merco moved so that she could sit, straighten and then go to her knees. Bending over on the bed she ran her tongue over his cock head, tasting his salty precum. Her mouth filled with his lust, quickening deep inside her, the fire in her cunt soaring to boiling point.

  “Oh, fuck, yeah, baby. You are incredible. Do you know that?”

  His words gave her power. It surged through her like a lightning bolt, knowing what she did made him groan with such pleasure. Her mouth stretched over him. She sucked in his hardness, moving her ass as the ache inside her surged out of control.

  Resting on her hands and knees, her pussy ached. Her breasts hung full and swollen, craving his touch.

  Merco ran his hands over her shoulders, down her back, and then to her head, holding her while she took him in, sucking and licking. Everywhere he touched her sent her nerve endings ablaze. She wouldn’t be able to take much more before she exploded.

  “That’s it, baby. Damn. You could do that all night.”

  More than anything she wished she could twist her head up, give him this pleasure and be able to see him. He held her head in position, though, his fingers tangling through her hair while it flowed around her, providing a blanket of privacy while she enjoyed the act.

  His cock swelled inside her, his fingers tightening their grip as he plunged inside her mouth, pushing his cock down her throat. She gagged and he released, sliding out of her with a fluid movement that she ached to have in her cunt.

  “Can you handle three of these, baby?” His words brought her pause.

  Slowly removing him from her mouth, she looked up into his face through blurred vision. His expression was tight, contorted with emotions from the pleasure she’d offered. Her body throbbed with need, the ache inside her so incredible she would die if he didn’t fuck her soon.

  “When?” she asked, excitement rippling through her while she wondered if she could actually handle it.

  What if she couldn’t satisfy all of them? What if she wore out before they were done?

  “Right now.” His words had her heart leaping to her throat.

  But before she could think about it, before she could respond, hands were on her ass, moving her. She found herself being turned over, stretched on the bed, while gentle warm, large hands slid to her hips.

  Merco was over her, blocking her view, but someone had helped her lie down flat on the bed and was stretching her legs apart.

  “Oh, God.” She cried out when a mouth found the sensitive spot between her legs, hot and moist against the fire that surged through her.

  Her cry escaped from her lips at the same time a dam broke inside her. She raised herself off of the bed, riding the tidal wave that gushed through her.

  “That’s it, baby. Let Morph taste that sweet cum of yours,” Merco whispered in her face and then caught her next cry with his mouth when he kissed her.

  She wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight while Morph performed magic of the most basic form on her pussy. His tongue swirled around her clit and then dove inside her swollen pussy, lapping at her juices while she came.

  And then someone else was there. Merco shifted, allowing hands to cover her breasts. Another mouth brushed over her nipple, sucking it in and saturating her breast with a heat that brought her next orgasm on with a fury that she couldn’t handle. She would die of pure pleasure.

  Hands were all over her, stroking and caressing while all of their mouths enjoyed her, tasting and licking, sucking and nibbling. She would lose herself in a world of
pleasure. Nothing she had ever experienced could compare with the pleasure they offered.

  And then they were moving her again, readjusting her. Naomi opened her eyes to see Merco kneeling between her legs, his cock jutting forth, a weapon of satisfaction that she needed so bad she couldn’t speak. Morph and Ace knelt on either side of her, naked with cocks eager to have their turn.

  “Please” was all she could say when Merco grabbed her legs, positioning his cock at the entrance of her cunt.

  He dove in, sending stars exploding in front of her face. White light erupted. She let out a gasp, his cock filling her with so much intensity that she felt it clear up to her belly button.

  The rich scent of man hit her when Ace brought his cock to her mouth. There was no need to think, nothing to worry about. No longer did it matter if she could pleasure them. All fear was gone. They were there to please her. She reached for his cock, allowing only moments to learn its new shape and size before she sucked it into her mouth.

  Morph took her free hand and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft while she sucked and was fucked. Merco dove into her hard, sliding her against the bed as he impaled her. Ace moved in and out of her mouth, his aggressiveness not matching Merco’s but his groans letting her know she was pleasing him.

  She stroked Morph’s cock, noticing how all of them were different yet on fire, hard and ready to please her.

  “I think she can handle all three of us.” It was Merco’s voice but it sounded far away, like a dream.

  They moved her again. Her pussy craved to be fucked more, her cum soaking her clear to her ass.

  Merco moved on the bed, lying on his back and pulling her over him.

  “Straddle me, baby. I’m going to give to you what few men can offer their lady. Tonight you will know the epitome of pleasure.” He smiled up at her, his green eyes aflame with passion, glowing in the darkness, while his dark features made her want to cry from the beauty of him.

  He was doing this for her. The ultimate satisfaction would be hers, and it pleased him to do this. She loved him more at that moment than she ever knew possible. Her heart swelled, the ache matching the need in her pussy. She was on fire, and all of them were here just to give her the experience of pure satisfaction.