Max's Desire

by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

  “I’m sorry,” she murmured, releasing him.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he replied.

  “About time.”

  Grabbing her by the waist, he put her on all fours again. Spreading her legs apart with his knee, he admired her swollen pussy. He inserted a finger, slowly drawing it in and out. Eva whimpered.

  “I don’t know if I want to eat you first or fuck you,” he murmured. He pressed his face to her cunt, inhaling her musky scent. He poked his tongue into her hole and she bucked.

  “Please, Max.”

  “That bad, eh?”

  He pressed the flat of his tongue to her clit.

  “It’s an unbearable throbbing,” she gasped.

  “Luckily for you, I can’t wait either.”

  Grasping the condom package, he tore it open and rolled it onto his erection. Holding his dick, he placed it at her entrance and inch by inch entered her.

  “You feel incredible,” he groaned. “I knew it’d be amazing, but this—” Slowly, he began to rock back and forth, helping her adjust to his girth. “This is beyond my wildest fantasies.”

  “So much better,” she agreed, moving to meet every one of his thrusts.

  He built up a rhythm, sweat coating his back as intense pleasure traveled from the tip of his cock across all his nerve endings. He leaned over her and tweaked her nipples. Eva moaned, and her pussy walls contracted, squeezing his dick so his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head.

  “Max,” Eva pleaded, rocking against him. “Give me more.”

  “Don’t worry, kitten. I’m going to take care of you.”

  Wrapping his arm around her middle, he found her clit and alternated between rolling it between his fingers and rubbing it.

  “Yes, that’s it,” she mewled.

  He picked up speed, pounding into his mate until his balls rose and tightened. So close. Gathering her hair in his hand, he pulled her head back and took possession of her mouth.

  “Mine, kitten.” He slammed into her, bottoming out. “You’re mine.”

  “Yes,” she cried. “Yes.”

  Her back arched and she shrieked, her orgasm squeezing his cock in a grip so tight he exploded seconds after.

  “Mine,” he growled, holding her tightly.

  ***

  Max woke with a start. The bed was empty. He sat up, dazed. Late afternoon light streamed from between the shutters, hitting the empty spot at his side. What time was it? He glanced at his watch. Three o’clock in the afternoon.

  “Fuck.”

  He should have gone to the academy and done some research, but he’d been unable to get out of bed. After finally succumbing to his mate’s pull, he’d been unable to stop. They’d had some breakfast and had ended up doing it in the kitchen. He grinned. Marmalade on breasts was his new favorite breakfast. He frowned. He had taken her from behind again both times after. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. Eva hadn’t spoken up, but he sensed she wanted them to change positions and she yearned to touch him, but he hadn’t let her. He traced the outline of his wound. It was too recent. Fear still lingered at the back of his mind even if he hadn’t seen any presence of her succubus nature all morning. Yet, he’d seen it two nights ago. He raked his fingers through his hair. All he needed was a little more time.

  The door creaked open.

  “Hey,” Eva said.

  “Hey, beautiful,” Max said.

  She smiled, but the gesture didn’t reach her eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed, and he noticed she held her cell phone.

  “What happened?”

  “I have to go into work today.” A wrinkle appeared between her brows. “My boss called and demanded I be there. I tried to explain I was still sick, but she wouldn’t buy it.”

  “Is it really so important? What happens if you don’t go?”

  He managed to keep his tone under control, but heat flushed his body, cold sweat breaking at the back of his neck. He didn’t want to be like her other boyfriends and forbid her from doing what she loved. Eva could make her own choices and he’d have to accept them, even if the idea of another man intimately touching her made his stomach churn.

  “I’ll get fired.” She paused.

  Max waited for her to continue, every muscle in his body tensed.

  “It wouldn’t be terrible,” she admitted. “But I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to leave my job. I want to go on my terms, you know?”

  Max swallowed drily. It wasn’t what he’d been hoping to hear, but he had to remember to give her time.

  “I understand.”

  She toyed with the cover of her phone, scratching the surface.

  “Will you come with me?” she finally asked.

  “Where?”

  “To an open house event, tonight. My boss, well, somehow she knew I’d met someone. I guess Pedro might have told her. It doesn’t matter. She said if I brought a possible client, then I wouldn’t have to stay all night and could leave early. I know it’s a lot to ask, but will you come and pretend to be a client?”

  A mixture of relief and protectiveness enfolded him. She wanted him there. Max took Eva’s hands in his. He’d make sure not to let her out of his sight throughout the night. No one was touching his mate.

  “Kitten, of course I’ll go.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Eva rang the doorbell.

  “Yes?” someone said from inside.

  “It’s Eva.”

  They were buzzed in and they pushed through the heavy iron door. Max gaped. The pathway was paved in stone, lanterns lighting the way to the portly house. Trees created a canopy, swaying lightly against the winter breeze and creating a romantic, intimate atmosphere.

  “How does she keep them alive?” he asked.

  Eva shrugged.

  “I don’t have a green thumb, so no idea. Are you sure you want to come? I feel like I’ve twisted your arm, somehow.”

  Max grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

  “Hey.”

  She met his gaze.

  “You haven’t coerced me in any shape or form. I want to be here with you.”

  Her lips twitched, spreading into a smile.

  “That’s what I like to see.”

  They reached the main entrance and knocked. Immediately, the door was thrown open. A young woman dressed in a skimpy maid uniform greeted them, bowing so low he feared her breasts were going to pop out.

  “Follow me,” she said.

  Her stiletto heels clicked against the marble floor, her black-and-white skirt riding up her legs and exposing glimpses of her taut ass. Max frowned.

  “Isn’t she dressed inappropriately for her job? I can’t imagine cleaning would be easy with something so short.”

  Eva giggled.

  “Her name is Andrea. She works as an escort and is specialized in role plays. This is one of her favorites and it brings in more customers. I can assure you, everyone who works for Lillian does so willingly, Max.”

  The stench hit him first. Sex. Ripe, musky, mingling with sweat and blood. He grimaced. Moments later, the darkness gripped the atmosphere like an iron band. His adrenaline spiked, and his vision sharpened. Inferum. They rested in the shadows, waiting for the next victim. But there was more. A presence which had his pulse racing and his chest tightening.

  They stepped into a large room, the red-and-orange color scheme giving the impression they had walked into a burning inferno. The black leather couches and iron-wrought chandeliers did little to soften the effect.

  “Eva.”

  A woman standing next to the fireplace walked toward them. It was hard not to stare. Her dress, leopard print, hugged her curves in all the right places, accenting her full bosom. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, with platinum highlights and an excess of makeup, but she exuded confidence as she practically glided in their direction.

  “Eva, I’m glad you’re here. Are you feeling better?” The woman gave Eva two air kisses, then turned her green eyes to him. “And who might you
be, handsome?”

  “Max Cadman, this is Lillian DiAngelo, my boss.”

  Max stretched his hand, but Lillian swooped forward, brushing her lips against his cheeks.

  “I forgot that’s how you do things here,” he mumbled.

  Lillian laughed.

  “Oh how wonderful, Eva, a foreigner.” Her eyes narrowed. “Have you registered?”

  “Not yet, we just arrived,” Eva interjected.

  “Oh, is that so? Then we must first get you a drink, and after, I will personally show you around. We can take care of the paperwork after. I imagine, since you’ve come with Eva, you’re interested in her, but if any of the other girls catch your eye, well, just say so.”

  Hooking her arm around his, she led him to the home bar, Eva close behind.

  “Have a seat. You, too, Eva.”

  Lillian stood behind the bar and grabbed two glasses and a bottle of what appeared to be champagne.

  “Cava,” she said, pouring generously. “This one is made by my family. We have vineyards in the north, near La Rioja.”

  “I don’t usually drink,” Max said.

  “Nonsense,” Lillian replied, waving her hand. “One glass won’t hurt you.” She lifted her glass. “To new friends.”

  They toasted and Max took a sip. He licked his lips, surprised at the sweet taste.

  “It’s different from others I’ve had,” he said. “Not as dry.”

  Lillian laughed. “And you said you didn’t drink. It’s cava dulce, my favorite.” She beamed. “Come on. Take the drinks with you. Let me give you a tour, and then we’ll sort out the paperwork.”

  “That’s not necessary, Lillian. I was actually—” Eva started.

  “Tonterias. Nonsense, Max has to see the house.”

  She strutted away, expecting them to follow.

  “Max, if you want to go, I’ll understand.”

  He shook his head.

  “I’m not leaving you here alone.”

  “Vamos,” Lillian said. She stood at the door from where they had entered. “Well, obviously, this is the living room,” she explained once they caught up with her. “Here people are only allowed to drink, talk. Customers get to know our girls.” Her eyes twinkled. “Occasionally, we’ll allow a little foreplay, but nothing too extreme.”

  She led them around to a wide, carpeted staircase with an intricate iron balustrade.

  “We’ll go downstairs first. Please, don’t speak loudly.”

  They descended. Max gripped Eva’s hand. The hairs on the back of his neck stood. He didn’t need to see them to know they were below. Lust’s demons wriggled around, waiting for the next human to come into their trap. Dear gods, he could picture it in his mind. Every human who walked into this area would become host to an Inferum, like cars being fitted with doors in a factory. Easy and automatic. No wonder Lust had it so easy.

  “These are our play rooms,” Lillian said. “For our customers with special tastes.”

  The sound of a whip slicing through the air rang out. A woman screamed. Someone cackled. Max recoiled.

  “Not your thing, eh?” Lillian said. “That’s all right. How about voyeurism or exhibitionism?”

  Max almost dropped his cava. At the end of the corridor, a large room with glass walls accommodated a couple. She was on all fours on a low mattress, while he fucked her from behind. The man saw them and waved.

  “Those are Ainara and Alfredo. They’ve been married for five years and love coming here to have one of the girls watch.” Lillian pointed to a nearby bench where a woman sat, silently masturbating. “By your silence, I suppose this is also not to your taste. Let’s go upstairs, then. There’s one more floor above this one, where we have Jacuzzis and a pool, but correct me if I’m wrong, you are more traditional.”

  “I am,” Max said.

  Lillian twisted her head to look at him, her excessively swollen lips, no doubt artificial, spreading widely.

  “That’s experience for you,” she said. “Over twenty years in the business. Anyway, we have twelve bedrooms, each with their own private bathroom. All of them include a complementary bottle of cava and chocolates. Of course, if you’d like something else, we can accommodate you.”

  Suddenly, before they reached the top landing, Eva tripped. Her champagne flute shattered against the staircase, tiny shards of glass flying all over.

  “Oh no, Lillian. I’m so sorry,” she cried, her voice overly high pitched. She released him and almost frantically started collecting the pieces. Max’s eyes widened. Something was off. He grasped Eva’s arm, hauling her up.

  “Leave that. I’m sure Lillian has someone who can pick it up, right?”

  “Of course. But, Eva, are you all right? You’re terribly pale.”

  And clammy.

  “I don’t feel too well,” she admitted.

  “Maybe we should get you outside. I’m sure some fresh air will do you good,” Max suggested.

  “No, no,” Lillian said emphatically. “I’ll take her to see Dr. Perez. He’s here today.”

  Lillian clutched Eva’s arm, her sharp red nails stark against his mate’s flesh. Max’s eye narrowed.

  “I think I’ll take her home,” he said.

  “Of course, once the doctor sees her.” Lillian tugged on Eva, who wobbled to her side. “Besides, you need to sign the paperwork. I’ll send Andrea up.”

  “Lillian, I don’t want to sign any paperwork.”

  “Then you don’t want Eva? What a shame.”

  “No, you don’t understand.” Max paused. His words came out raveled, his tongue feeling too large against his mouth.

  “I’ll take this from you, too.” Lillian plucked the empty champagne flute from him. Max blinked. He didn’t recall drinking all of it.

  “What?” he slurred. Dots danced behind his eyes.

  “Oh dear, you’re not feeling well either, are you?” Lillian said.

  He shook his head. The sound of a door clicking open reached him.

  “Why don’t you rest here? I’ll be right back.”

  Eva

  He opened his mouth to complain, but the words wouldn’t come out. He groaned. His knees shook as if he couldn’t carry his own weight. He took a step and doubled over, hitting the floor with a hard thud.

  “Eva,” he managed to mutter.

  “She’ll be all right, Guardian. Rest well.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Eva had to be dreaming. Otherwise, why would everything move as if she were underwater, slow and blurred? She blinked. The pentagram on the ceiling swayed. People decorated strangely. Pentagrams, red rooms, glass walls. She swallowed. Her mouth tasted funny, not exactly bitter, the contrary, sweet and pasty. What had she been drinking? She couldn’t remember. A cool draft hit her flesh and she shivered.

  Naked.

  She didn’t recall having taken off her clothes, but then, what had she been wearing earlier? She shut her eyes.

  You look ravishing.

  Her eyes popped open.

  Max.

  He’d complimented on her little black dress before they’d left her house. Where was he? Why wasn’t he here? She turned to her side. The thin structure she lay on quivered. She attempted to recognize the space, but black dots still clouded her vision. Still, she could make out uneven stone walls and a shelf of some sort.

  “Hello,” she whispered. Her vocal cords didn’t seem to be working, and her cry sounded more like a painful whimper.

  Arms trembling, she lifted herself to a sitting position. Her gaze fell on her wrist. It was bandaged in white gauze. Had she hurt herself?

  She racked her brain for information. Think, Eva, think.

  She and Max had gone for a walk to Retiro Park. Then she’d accompanied him to the hotel. They’d showered together. She smiled. Finally, he’d gotten dressed and they had returned to her place, where she’d gotten ready. They’d arrived at Lillian’s place a little bit late, but she hadn’t complained. Eva frowned. No, Lillian had welcomed th
em with open arms. She’d given them drinks and shown them around the house and—

  That’s where things got hazy. Something must have happened between then and now, but what?

  Another cool breeze made her nipples pucker. Footsteps. Heels. Lillian materialized in front of her. Her makeup was gone, and she wore a gauzy black dress and matching cape.

  “Eva, you’re finally up on your feet. Good. Carrying you up here was already hard. Come on, now. Your father is waiting for you,” Lillian said.

  My father?

  She’d never met her father. How could he be here? Lillian tugged on her arm, getting her onto her feet. Her knees quaked, but she didn’t fall.

  “Hurry.” Lillian grasped her hand, yanking her across the room.

  What was her hurry? Besides, she was naked. She couldn’t meet her father like this.

  “Lillian.”

  No sound except for a garbled moan. Panic crept under her skin, taking permanent residence in her stomach. Any moment now, she’d retch, but Lillian didn’t seem to care, herding her down a flight of stairs. They reached a dead end.

  “Dead end,” Eva mumbled.

  “Not really. There’s a trick.”

  Tears welled behind Eva’s eyelids. Lillian had heard her, which meant her voice was returning. Quietly, she observed her boss remove a key from around her neck. She inserted it into a hole which Eva had failed to see. A wooden cover popped out, and an electronic panel appeared. Lillian inserted the code, and the wall slid open, revealing a large bedroom.

  Eva gawked. A man, no, he wasn’t human, commanded the chamber with his presence. She’d never seen anything like him. He was tall and broad, with flowing black hair. His muscles rippled beneath the artificial light of the lamps, and the set of ebony horns curling over his skull gleamed like two pools of black marble. Her sex clenched, desire rapidly infusing every cell in her body at a feverish pitch. Her nipples hardened into jutting points, aching in their unbridled lust.

  He faced her, spreading a set of equally dark bat wings. His gaze, eyes reddish like the sky at dusk, found hers.

  “Oh God,” she muttered.

  Her pussy throbbed dreadfully, aiming to let her know what she needed. She didn’t require more prompting. Eva stared at the stranger’s crotch, where a bulge, larger than any she’d ever seen, rested.