Between HeVan and Hell

by Lucy Kelly

  He opened the front door to the building, entered the lobby and walked up to the security desk. He needed to use the cover story Becky and Grace had come up with for Grace’s undercover assignment.

  “Good evening, Sir. How may I help you?” asked the guard on duty.

  “Good evening to you, too. I’m Justyn Contadina and I’m only now getting back in town,” said Justyn, “I’m heading up to our apartment.”

  “That’s fine, Sir. I’m new here and I’m getting to know the residents. Would you mind showing me your identification this once? In future, I’ll be able to put your face to your name,” said the guard.

  Justyn knew this was not really the regular security guard but another police officer. After Grace’s undercover apartment had been so thoroughly bugged, they were taking no chances that someone would get in. He was happy to see these extra measures in place.

  “Of course, I don’t mind at all. I appreciate your diligence; this is a large building. It makes me feel more secure knowing you’re looking out for the residents this way,” said Justyn, pulling out his wallet and handing over the Italian passport that Becky had given him.

  The guard looked at the passport and then gave him the once over and checked a list on his clipboard.

  “Thank you, Sir. It will be easier to recognize you in future. I think you and your two brothers are the tallest men in the building,” he said with a grin as he handed back the passport.

  Justyn laughed. “You should have seen our grandfather. Good night to you.”

  Five minutes later, he was knocking on the door to the apartment. He heard someone approach the door and stand there. They were probably checking his presence through the small hole he could see in the door. Unfortunately, the hole was level with his chest. He took a large step back so the viewer could see all of him.

  Grace heard the knock on the door. She had been getting ready for bed and was only wearing a zip-up robe. Jalen had decided to check out the swimming pool and fitness center while they waited for Jett to return, so it was probably him. She still checked the peephole though, old habits die hard.

  Nice chest! Oh, okay, this must be Justyn. He looks just as good in person as he did in my dreams, she thought, as she opened the door.

  “Hi, Justyn, come on inside. Jett is still with the police getting whatever we were able to pick up from the bugs we planted. And Jalen is downstairs checking out the swimming pool and fitness center. He said something about training,” she said.

  Awkward…he’s just standing there staring at me while I ramble on. And boy, oh boy, is he delicious! Unlike Jalen’s light blue eyes and Jett’s dark brown eyes, Justyn has eyes the color of old gold with a dark brown rim. Like his brothers, he’s seven feet one or two. He’s also a bit wider through the shoulders than Jalen and Jett. Man! I’m wet just looking at him; say something!

  “Um, was the trip into the City okay? Would you like something to eat…or drink?”

  Justyn walked through the open door and then turned to face Grace after she closed and locked it again. He was speechless; she was so very beautiful. She was taller than her sister, with dark hair and dark eyes. He remembered Addie saying that Grace took after their father’s side of the family. To him she was beautiful.

  She’s talking. I should be paying attention to her words; they might be important. All I can think about are those lips.

  Without thought, Justyn reached for her, dropping his bag on the floor. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up to his mouth. Wrapping his arms more securely around her, he moved one hand down to her bottom, pressing in so the juncture of her thighs pushed against his straining erection. His other arm wrapped around her back, his forearm running from beneath her shoulder blades to her neck where his hand held her firmly so he could continue to plunder the depths of her mouth with his tongue.

  As soon as he picked her up, Grace lifted her arms around his neck to hold on. As he swooped into the kiss, he pulled her in close to his body. She could feel the thick ridge of his erection and brought her legs up around his hips to bring him in closer.

  Oh, God, this feels so good, she thought, I want him inside me now.

  She brought down one arm, reaching between them to open his pants; she could feel him with the tips of her fingers as she worked them inside. Undoing the button with her thumb and forefinger took concentration she couldn’t spare. He moved his attention from her mouth to her neck. She had moved her hands to his back and she must have hit a pleasure zone because he raised his head in surprise then closed his eyes on a long low moan. She felt drugged from the kisses, and it took a moment to remember what she was doing.

  Oh, yeah. Plan number one, get in his pants.

  She went back to work on his pants, finally getting the button open. As soon as she released the zipper, he sprang free into her hand. She started to climb up and he felt what she was doing. He lifted his head and looked around. When he saw the couch, he walked over to it. He flipped her around with her knees on the couch.

  “Brace your hands on the back,” was all he could get out in a rough voice before he flipped up the hem of her robe and thrust into her from behind. He held her hips as he picked up the pace.

  Grace held on to the back of the couch and reveled in the feelings coursing through her body. “More, faster, harder, deeper,” she cried.

  With part of her mind, she could hear a key turning in the front door lock. A part of her wanted to stop but mostly she didn’t care. She reached back with one hand and pulled her robe over her head. Whoever was coming in, she wanted them to see. She reveled in the power of enthralling three men. It took three pulls before her head came out from the fabric and she looked up. Jalen and Jett stood in the doorway watching her and Justyn with heat in their eyes.

  She could see them look over her head; they were most likely making eye contact with Justyn. All of a sudden, she felt Justyn push two fingers into her rosette. Her arousal had relaxed the muscle and her anal sex glands had begun to lubricate her. He pressed in, rubbing with the tip of his fingers, barely touching the sensitive spot inside her. She was so close!

  Justyn looked up again and watched the reactions in his brothers’ eyes as he took her. He didn’t stop thrusting; he began to prepare her for the others. With their height, the back of the couch hit them at mid-thigh. He watched Jalen walk closer, undoing his jeans on the way. “Isn’t she beautiful, Justyn? She is perfectly formed for us. Will you take me in your mouth, Grace? I would love to see those perfect lips around me, taking me deep,” said Jalen.

  He stepped up and Justyn slowed long enough for Grace to take Jalen in her mouth. Jalen put his hands through her hair and held on as Justyn’s movements took him deeper and deeper until he was fully seated in her throat.

  Grace tipped her head up and leaned her body downward at an angle that let Jalen go deeper. She could feel the ridges in the back of her throat start to expand. That extra sensation was enough to set off her orgasm, which in turn set off theirs. She didn’t taste semen; she remembered that these superb lovers had the ability to orgasm several times and remain hard before finally ejaculating.

  Justyn pulled out and then reentered through her prepared anal passage with another thrust. His cock reached deeper than his fingers and that set off another orgasm for her. While the sensations rolled over him, he held still. Remaining inside her, he reached under and picked her up, pushing his cock even deeper. He turned with her in his arms and there was Jett.

  Jett stood at the end of the couch. He was proudly naked, and sporting an impressive erection. He stepped up, and putting his hands under her knees, widened her legs so he could step up between them. Wrapping them loosely around his hips, he slowly guided himself into her from the front.

  “Hello, Grace, I missed you,” he said before leaning down to give her a kiss. Once he was fully seated, she was once again amazed at the fullness of the feeling of having two men inside her at once. The friction of them rubbing two sides of the same thin membran
e of skin was incredible.

  Justyn began thrusting again from behind. Jalen, now also nude, walked over and started to fondle her breasts. Then he leaned in for a kiss.

  “How do you feel, Kasharra? Do you like having the attention of all your Ankida?” Jalen asked.

  A long drawn out mewling moan was her only answer. She could feel her next orgasm approaching as Jett and Justyn began alternating their thrusts. She was so sensitive from the last two that it didn’t take long for the next one to roll over her. She shouted out her release and collapsed against Jett’s chest.

  Once again, she could feel that neither of the men were spent. Justyn pulled out and then picked her up in his arms.

  “I think we should move into a bedroom,” he said, “I want to remove the remainder of my own clothing so I can feel all of this incredibly soft skin against my own.”

  It’s going to be an all-nighter; I can tell, she thought. Lucky me!

  Chapter Eleven

  Graciela Perez woke up with a grin on her face. She could hear voices coming from another part of the condo, but for right now she just wanted to wallow. She looked around and saw that the bed was mostly a wreck, though someone had thoughtfully tucked her in.

  Wow, what a night. From mobsters to attempted murder to decadent sexual delights. Mmmm, she thought, as she stretched out her limbs. Ouch! I’m definitely feeling some twinges here and there. I need a hot bath with some bath salts.

  She looked over at the clock and saw that she’d slept in ‘til ten. Which was not bad, considering how late she went to sleep; she’d managed five hours, anyway. Suddenly she wanted to talk to her sister. This phone should be secure. They haven’t had time to bug this place, she thought.

  She reached over and dialed her sister’s phone. After a couple of rings, a sleepy voice answered, “Hello?”

  “Addie, is that you? Are you alright?” asked Grace.

  “Grace! Hi, I’m fine. Just kind of a late night,” she said with a yawn.

  “That’s right; Jalen said you were getting Marta and Gilda to safety last night. How’d that go?”

  “That went off without a hitch. I went to bed before they took off, then my Ankida -- well, Rune stayed over at Becky’s. Arjun and Kylan decided I needed a little TLC so they gave me a massage.”

  “Don’t tell me, was it called Kuan something?” asked Grace.

  “Kuan Haddis, yes! Oh my God, Gracie; I’ve never had so many orgasms at one time in my life. My whole body still feels like a limp noodle. It went on for like five hours,” she said.

  “Huh. Jalen and Jett gave me the shorter, three-hour version yesterday. They said they had to build me up to the longer version. I have to go in to work today so it’s probably a good thing we only had four or five hours of hot, smokin’, wreck-the-bed sex.”

  “Bragging bitch,” said Addie, and the two of them shared a few giggles.

  “Yeah, well, I’ve gotta give those guys credit; they certainly have staying power. What do you think of the way they can stay hard through multiple orgasms? I didn’t think men could do that,” said Grace.

  “I think most men can’t, though I’ve heard rumors—something to do with Tantric sex. We’re lucky our guys have been horny for so long they’ve learned how to really please a woman.”

  “Jett said he’d teach me the male pleasure massage. I think it would be interesting, don’t you?” asked Grace.

  “There is one? They didn’t mention that to me; you’ll have to share. When I’m as big as a house, I’ll have to find new ways to take care of my guys,” she said.

  “What do you mean as big as a house?”

  “Didn’t Jalen tell you? I told him specifically to give you the news in person. I found out a couple of days ago. I’m pregnant. I’ve got a team of Nephilim doctors in the house right now,” said Addie.

  “Why do you have doctors? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

  “I’m fine, it’s just that since I’m having three sets of twins and it’s a risky pregnancy…”

  “WHAT! SIX BABIES!” Grace sat up straight in the bed and shouted into the phone. Jalen, Justyn, and Jett came rushing into the room. “Addie, I’m going to have to call you back,” she said, as she glared at her men. “I have some people to kill over here for not giving me vital information in a timely manner.”

  Addie laughed. “Okay, hon. Love you. I’m fine, don’t worry about me. If I have a hiccup, they come running. I’ve got ten nursemaids here making sure I barely pick up a fork.”

  Grace hung up the phone. She wasn’t even aware she was sitting up in bed nude to the waist. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her lips were puffy and she had love bites on her neck, shoulders, breasts and legs. Completely oblivious to all that, she pushed aside the covers and swung herself out of bed. She found a few more aches and pains when she stood up. She stalked over to her men, or rather—gingerly stalked over to them. Placing her hands on her hips, she planted herself right in front of them.

  Justyn was holding a tray with a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. Jett was holding a pot of coffee and a mug. Jalen was holding a glass and a carafe of orange juice.

  She reached for the glass and held it out. As Jalen poured, she asked him in a sweet voice, “And why didn’t you tell me my sister was pregnant with six babies?”

  “There wasn’t time, Grace. We picked you up at the mall and went right into undercover mode,” answered Jalen.

  “Bull,” she handed back the empty glass. She’d chugged down the juice while he was talking.

  “You can go and fill the bathtub for me,” she said.

  Dismissing him with a wave of her hand, she turned to Jett, “You were right there with him. What’s your excuse for not mentioning it?”

  “I have no excuse. You are right. We should have taken the time yesterday afternoon to talk to you more instead of giving you the Kuan Haddis,” said Jett. While speaking, he’d poured her a mug of coffee and handed it to her. He already knew she preferred to drink it black.

  “Nice try, bucko, but nowhere near good enough. This is my only sister we’re talking about,” she said.

  “I’m sorry, Kasharra. I’ll find some soothing bath salts for your bath, shall I?” he asked and then left when she nodded.

  Then she turned to Justyn. She didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at him and drink her coffee while standing in front of him.

  Justyn had been putting the finishing touches on the breakfast they had prepared. They were planning on surprising her with breakfast in bed when they heard her shout.

  When she’d gotten out of bed, heedless of her nakedness, he’d about swallowed his tongue. She had the most beautiful, well-loved look about her. It made him want to start all over again.

  Finally he found his voice. “When I saw you for the first time, all thought fled my brain. I’m a warrior and responsible for the safety of our people. And in that moment, the only thought I had was how deep I could go into you and how fast I could make that happen. Making love to you, touching your beautiful skin, was of paramount importance to me at that moment. Had you asked, I couldn’t have told you my own name,” said Justyn.

  “Good answer. You can feed me my breakfast in the bathtub so I don’t have to use my wet hands. I don’t like soggy toast or a cold meal.”

  He happily followed her into the bathroom; it afforded him another look at her perfect heart-shaped rear end.

  Anton Kadyrov strode into his dining room and rang for his breakfast. After he’d sent his men after that behemoth last night, he’d pulled his current lover off the casino floor and upstairs for a little debauchery. She was somewhat enjoyable, he mused. She certainly took his little punishments well, but he was bored with her.

  Maybe that was it. She took her punishments too well. She didn’t even complain when I called her by another name as I used her.

  He preferred the act of breaking women. After they were broken and willing to do anything that he wanted, they didn’t thrill him in exactly the same w
ay and he usually sold them to others. This one had money and connections and making her disappear would be a little more challenging. Still, he was bored with her clinginess, so a way would have to be found. And soon.

  He ate his grapefruit and drank the black coffee, considering which of his many overseas customers would most appreciate a well-trained slave girl, when the doorbell rang. He pushed aside his plate, wiped his mouth with his napkin and poured himself a second cup of coffee as his maid went to answer the door. He was not happy when a few minutes’ later two detectives followed his maid into the dining room and informed him he was under arrest for attempted murder.

  “This is outrageous. Who is it exactly I’m supposed to have killed? No, wait, you said ‘attempted.’ I don’t remember trying to kill anyone last night.” He smirked while thinking quickly.

  What the hell went wrong? Well, I’m covered at least. Even if the bastard isn’t dead yet, he soon will be, he thought. Ron took more than enough guys with him for the job so he must at least be hospitalized. Come on, cops, let it slip. Tell me how the behemoth is fighting for his life, he wished.

  The detectives didn’t answer his questions. They read him his Miranda Rights and cuffed him. He shouted over his shoulder to his maid as they were leading him out.

  “Call my grandfather, immediately, and my lawyer!”

  His maid dutifully called and left a message with his grandfather’s housekeeper. She left it up to that person to decide if Mr. Kadyrov Senior should be disturbed or not. She didn’t know who his lawyer was, so she wasn’t able to make that call. Then she went back to the dining room, cleared the dishes and returned to her work. Hopefully he would be sent to prison and she’d take care of his empty house for him while he was gone, the way she sometimes did when he was out of town for months at a time.