by A. Vers
Nisha grips my waistband and pulls the fabric down. My body is so hard that even devoid of the tight denim I rest against my stomach in a hot, beading line. She makes a sound and my gaze whips to her face. Her tongue darts out and she licks her lips. My cock jumps.
“Kneel, kitten,” Caine murmurs.
She goes slowly to her knees before me, but her gaze never leaves the throbbing head of my dick as she pulls the jeans all the way off. I step out of them and she tosses them far across the room.
“He looks good enough to eat, doesn’t he, kitten?” Nisha’s head bobs, her gaze locked on me like her very world is centered in the pulsing beat of my body. “Taste him.”
My head whips up.
His irises spark back at me. “Now, kitten, or you lose your chance.”
Small, warm fingers grip my length and my hips jerk.
Fuck.
I glance down as Nisha’s lips lower over the head of my body. The first brush of the hot, wet cavern of her mouth, and I have to dig my claws into my palms to keep from hauling her up and fucking her into the nearest flat surface. She swallows me down in a practiced gulp and white hot pleasure forks down my spine and into my balls.
Caine prowls around us, drawing some of my focus. “Good, kitten.” He grabs one of my hands and pries my fingers open. Taking in the blood on my palm with a wry grin, he twists Nisha’s hair into a thick rope and lays it in my grasp. I pull without meaning to. She makes a sound around me and my legs start to buckle.
“Damn it, Caine,” I hiss. But I can’t let go.
He just chuckles as she pulls off of me, leaving my body wet and slick. Her little hand circles me in a smooth twist, finding the cluster of nerves around my head and gripping my base tight with each pump. She licks me like a damn ice cream cone.
My head falls back as she takes me back into her mouth, meeting every upward stroke of her hand with those full lips. The sounds of her sucking are loud in my ears. Hot.
I find the back of her head with my other hand, forcing her deeper over me. She moans again. My hips press against her face and stay there. Her breathing grows shallow. Harsh. Looking down, I force myself to ease off. She gasps, her eyes wide and tearing slightly as she watches me from those sexy ass green irises. I inhale sharply. “Fuck, Nisha.”
She grips my ass with her free hand and starts to dive back over me.
“Enough, kitten.”
Though she freezes, I can see the hesitation in her.
I glare at Caine. He just smiles. “Oh poor cat,” he teases, and then sobers. “On the bed, kitten.”
She frowns. Then leans forward and licks me one more time before rising to her feet.
“That was a liberty, kitten. Get on the bed. Now,” Caine says, his tone hardening. As she climbs back up to kneel on the mattress, he peers at me. “Cat, I want you to punish her for that liberty.”
“How?”
Another telltale glimmer. “Bend over, kitten.”
Nisha stiffens. Her green eyes flash just as they did earlier, and I wonder if she is remembering my body taking hers from behind. My mouth on her.
My cock bobs.
A low sound of want escapes her lips, but she turns and leans down, offering her full ass to the room. Those plump cheeks damn near cry out for my hand. And the slick, red center of her body gleams.
Oh she has no problem being punished. At all.
I growl and walk to the bed.
“She will count, cat. And if she does not, you will stop.” Caine grips my hand and lays it over the solid sway of her ass. “I want five strikes. Right there.” His heat is nearly as strong as mine.
My teeth grind but I nod. He steps back a pace, arms crossed.
I pull back and slap her ass. She jerks and cries out. My chest rises fast and my world narrows to the sting in my palm and the growing flush of redness in her skin.
“On—One …” she says shakily.
I slap her tail again.
“Two.”
My cock pulses.
I draw back and my palm lands dead center of the first two marks. Her spine arches and her scent perfumes the air. My beast claws at my insides. I roll my head on my shoulders and grit my teeth.
“Three,” she gasps out.
My palm smoothes over the red mark, heating her skin.
Agile fingers find my waist from behind, shifting me until my body is inches from impaling her tender core. Caine’s hellfire fragrance filters to me.
I shiver.
“Again, cat,” he whispers into my ear like the devil on my fucking shoulder.
My palm strikes her rosy flesh. Her head snaps back and she lets out a garbled shout. There is not enough air in the room. Enough oxygen as my hand tightens in her ass, kneading and squeezing.
“God,” she whimpers. “Four.”
Caine slips around me, running his fingers down the glistening seam of her body. She jerks and her hands dig into the mattress.
He peers over his shoulder at me, that devilish light nearly blinding. I draw my hand back. He nods.
I slam my hand into her ass so hard, the slap is like a gunshot in the quiet. My breathing is frantic and every inch of my body is coiled so tight, I know the slightest touch and I will explode.
“Five,” she cries, her shoulders shaking.
Caine grips my hips and pushes me forward.
I slip deep into her already rippling sheath and my teeth bare in a feral snarl. She screams and the blanket rips in her grasp.
For a moment, it’s too much. Too good.
Caine’s breath is hot over my ear. “Do you see what you are depriving her of?” he demands. His hands tug on my hips and he eases me out of her body. She grips my length like a fucking fist. He takes me right to the edge of her opening and pushes me back. I bottom out in her channel and the heat and wetness is like silk over my cock.
My eyes flutter.
“This, this is all she wants,” Caine says to me, his hand sliding up my side to press my face tighter to his moving mouth. “You needlessly worry about restraint, cat.”
“And if she gets pregnant?” I ask, each word clogging my throat as the need of being inside her is nearly the last straw on my already tenuous control.
With a murmured flow of harsh words, Caine raises a hand and hellfire scorches his palm. He presses his skin to my pubic bone and heat flares inside me in a brutal wave.
“Son of a fucking bitch!” I try to rip away, but he holds me in place with more strength than I expect the demon to possess.
He forces me to move my hips and the pleasure of Nisha’s body keeps the pain at bay until that damn line inside me blurs.
“Caine …”
He whispers a final word and the heat fades to something scorching but bearable. He steps back.
When his eyes raise to mine, he smirks. “Never fear, cat, it is reversible.”
For a moment, I have no idea what he is talking about. And then my eyes track down.
Dark lines, just like his, rest over my hips.
I look at him.
In all the years I have known, Caine, I have never feared the demon.
But that magick is unheard of from his kind.
What the fuck is he?
He reaches for the hem of his tank top and pulls it over his head in a surprisingly sultry motion.
My throat works. “And the spell will hold?”
He shucks his jeans, leaving all six feet plus of his body nude and covered in toned muscle and more of those odd black marks. The demon is leaner than myself, but straight and proud from his hips. He runs a hand up Nisha’s back. “It will hold. And as long as I feed, it will hold until I remove it.”
His eyes raise to mine. He smiles and the motion is pure evil. Pure Sin. “Now. Enough talk. Fuck her, cat. And this time, you do not stop until I tell you.”
My hands grip Nisha’s hips as he climbs onto the bed before her. She raises her head, watching him. I can feel her body quicken as he caresses her face, bringing her swollen lips closer
to the tip of him.
“Nisha?” He allows her to look at me. The gold light of her eyes is like sunlight. Or one of the vampires. I rock my hips. “Are you good with this?” I ask, wanting, no needing to be sure.
She licks her lips and pulls forward only to glide me back through her folds with a harsh rock of her hips. I grunt. “Fuck me, Tanner.” She turns back to Caine and sucks him down once before rocking over me again and saying, “God, please fuck me.”
She takes Caine between her lips and her body tightens around me in response.
I look at the demon. Hellfire rolls from his body and dances over her before brushing along my hips. Every tendril is like a caress. “Fuck her, cat,” he commands.
I swallow down any protests I may have to this and move in and out of her hot body as the world dissolves into hellfire and sex.
Chapter 37
Nisha
My eyes crack blearily open and I gaze around the room from a nest of tangled limbs and heat. Hot male bodies press along my front and my back, and the room is almost stifling.
I shift and slide until I can extricate myself.
Tanner lays on his back, his lips parted and his tan body decadent in the dimness of the room. Dark lines, like words or archaic script rest in jet marks on his hips and pubic bone. Caine is barely a foot away, his dark head turned into the pillow and the muscular swell of his rear chiseled and strong enough I want to sink my teeth into it.
He’s leaner than Tanner. Built like a swimmer and younger looking in his repose.
Flashes of memory has me shifting. Memories of their hands, their bodies …
I can still feel everything they did. The smoothness of both males damn near in tandem as they took turns sating every desire I didn’t know I had.
I wait for the flaring of heat or maybe embarrassment. There is nothing but a kind of white noise and calm that I don’t think I have ever felt.
I climb from the bed and walk into the bathroom.
After handling the most pressing business of my bladder, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. There is no change visible short of my swollen lips or my ridiculously tangled hair.
No proof that I spent the night with two men.
And if not for their dried seed on the inside of my thighs and the memories, I wouldn’t believe it.
I rinse in the shower and towel off before slipping back into the room.
Both men still sleep soundly and after the work they put in, I’m not surprised. I dress in shorts and a tank top and step out onto the porch.
The faint hint of sunlight stains the horizon, but I can’t tell if the sun is rising or setting.
I glance around.
All the cabins are dark, but a familiar shock of dark hair sits at the picnic table yards away. I walk over.
Lilah looks up as I near, a foam cup of coffee in hand. “Hey,” she says, her blue eyes widening.
I sit down. “Hey.” I glance at her cup. “You don’t have another one of those, do you?”
She smiles and lifts a drink caddy and puts it on the table. “Pick one, any one.”
Snorting, I select a single foam cup and cradle the heat in my hands. “What time is it?”
“Around seven am,” she says. Her gaze tracks over me. “How do you feel?”
I think about it. “Surprisingly normal,” I admit. “I guess the sleep and the—” I cut myself off, biting my lip.
She waves away my obvious discomfort. “You guys weren’t exactly quiet.” My face scalds. Her hand alights over my arm. “It’s fine, really.”
Still, it seems weird talking to her about fucking Caine when I know the demon still wants her.
“He’s my friend,” she says, seeming to follow my train of thought. “I won’t say I haven’t entertained a fantasy here or there, but I love Ruin, and Caine knows that.”
I nod and take a sip of my coffee. “He … has feelings for you.”
Her face contorts into sadness. “I know.” She sighs. “If I had met him before Ruin, maybe. But Ruin kind of blew into my life and nothing has been the same.”
Like Tanner.
I shiver.
“Well, if it is any consolation, he is as amazing as you expect an Asmodean to be,” I mutter. “Very … sinful.”
She smirks. “Somehow that does not surprise me. At all.”
We both laugh. The sun rises higher in the trees, turning the world a pretty shade of soft blue and gold.
“Eventually I guess I need to go to work,” I say, watching the sky lighten. “If I haven’t lost my job.”
Lilah frowns. “You called in, right?”
I nod. “Yeah, the morning after my attack. But that was a few days ago. I should probably consider making an appearance before they think I died.” I expect her to laugh too, but instead she seems to pale.
“Nisha … What day do you think it is?”
“What?” I ask. “It’s Friday.”
She stares at me. “Nisha … It’s Monday.”
My heart gives a deafening slam into my rib cage. “What?” My voice comes out high.
She reaches for me. “You three were in the cabin for almost four days.”
I pull back and stand. “Lilah, that’s not funny.”
She climbs to her feet and walks around the table, her hands raised. “I swear to you, Nisha. You guys have been in the cabin for days. You don’t remember?”
“I remember everything. Both of them …” I trail off as the memories seem to blossom, growing longer and more detailed as all the times they took me seems to quadruple. Too many times between them both to have been a day.
My body stiffens and I shiver. “I don’t … How did I lose nearly four days?”
Lilah grips my shoulders in her small hands. “Easy, okay? I know between your heat and Caine’s magick, there are bound to be gaps. But we’ll fill them in. Just stay calm.”
I stare at her. “Lilah … It was days. How the fuck am I supposed to explain that to my captain?”
She bites her lip, but doesn’t answer.
I pull from her grasp. “I need to go.”
“Nisha—”
I hold my hand up and back away toward my jeep. “I need to let everyone know I’m okay. Just … I need to go.”
I turn and dive for the driver’s side door. Clamoring into the vehicle, I lock the Jeep and start the engine.
Lilah pats my window, her blue eyes wide and pleading. “At least wait until Tanner—”
I throw the car into gear and stomp on the gas. She jumps back as I rocket forward, kicking up gravel in the drive before speeding out onto the road.
I was in bed with a demon and an alpha shifter for almost four fucking days?
How? How is that possible?
The car jerks under my hands as I accidentally wrench the wheel. I force it to straighten and try to calm the wild beat of my heart as I speed toward the highway and the station one town over.
Chapter 38
Tanner
My hand grasps empty air, and I sit up. “Nisha?” My voice is a rasping croak in the dimness.
But there is no answer.
The room is brightening around me, but Caine remains sleeping on the other side of the small bed, his dark hair tangled around his turned face. I glance to the open door of the bathroom, but there is no sound of running water or anything else.
I ease from the mattress and stretch as the confusion morphs to a touch of anxiety.
Where the hells is Nisha?
There is a frantic pounding on the door.
I jolt and Caine’s eyes fly open, meeting mine.
Climbing to my feet, I walk to the panel and open it on Lilah’s distraught face. “Tanner, Nisha left. And I didn’t know what to do—”
My heart stops them speeds. I scour the room and find my discarded jeans and tug them on as Caine climbs from the bed behind me. “What do you mean left? Why would she leave?”
She wrings her hands. “She panicked when she realized how long you
guys have been in here. I’m sorry. I guess I shouldn’t have told her.”
I swear and zip my fly. “It’s okay, Lilah. You couldn’t know she would freak.”
Caine steps up beside me, zipping his own jeans. “Any idea where she went?” he asks, shaking his dark hair out of his face.
Lilah’s cheeks flush, but she nods. “She said something about work. About her captain.”
Teeth gritting, I brush past her and jump off the porch before running to my cabin. The door bangs open under my hand. I grab a simple T-shirt and tug it on before stomping my feet into shoes and moving toward my truck.
“Caine,” I call.
He is already moving across the gravel, boots on his feet and a black T-shirt now over his chest.
“What do I need to do?” Lilah asks, her blue eyes too wide as she follows.
“Make sure the others are awake and ready to mobilize,” I tell her. “I know Nisha is freaked out, but we aren’t holding her prisoner. She was allowed to leave anytime.”
She nods.
“However, she still hasn’t shifted, and that’s dangerous for everyone. Especially now. I’ll see if I can talk her into coming back here, but if she refuses, we may have to guard her elsewhere and that means more back-up.”
Lilah dips her head and starts back over the gravel to her and Ruin’s cabin as Caine and I climb in the truck.
Pulling out on the road, I glance at the demon. And his expression is as tight as my shoulders.
“Ask,” he says, voice cool.
I hesitate. But not for long. “Did your magick do this?”
His crimson gaze shutters but he doesn’t look away. “It sounds like you already have an answer to that.”
“Gods, damn it, Caine. Did your fucking magick do this?” I demand. “I’m not asking to be a dick. But I need to know what I’m walking in to. How did she lose four fucking days of time? Are the effects long term? Do I need to be more fucking worried than I already am?”
He turns in his seat. “I will say this one time, cat, so listen up.” His eyes flare. “I sterilized you temporarily so you and the kitten could have your fun. And I drank her lust and yours every damn time we took her.” His teeth gnash in a feral gesture of icy rage. “But I did not take her memory.”
