by L. A. Boruff
I groan as Bryce’s fingers work their way in and out of my hot sex. Behind us, Ivan and the woman still dance, locked in their own kind of magic as they move across the floor together.
Max pulls back, sliding his lips over my jaw and to the sweet spot behind my ear. His tongue and lips enclose over the pulse thumping in my neck whilst he squeezes my breasts, flicking the points of my nipples.
“Give me your hands, Louisa.”
It’s Hudson this time. He moves towards us, sliding his arse across the low table. I watch as he dips his hand into the glass bowl and removes the vibrator. Bryce continues to move his fingers in and out of me, intent on getting me off. He’s such an attentive lover, they all are, my men, my brothers Freed.
God, I want to fuck him. I want to fuck them all. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of their love, their adoration and attention. I’m the luckiest woman alive.
Over Hudson’s shoulders Ivan still dances with his mystery woman. He’s currently holding her aloft, his strong arms supporting her body as she arches backwards, her lace covered mound only inches away from his face. The music builds with tension, their dance becoming more and more sensual with every step. I swear to god it’s like watching two people fuck without them actually doing it.
A low moan releases from my throat as I buck my hips against Bryce’s hand.
“Easy, darling, let us take care of you,” he soothes, leaning over and kissing me deeply. I love the way he kisses me, my man mountain, my knight, my love. My senses are overloading with sensation as his masculine scent mixes with the perfume of my own desire. He pulls back, sliding his kisses along my jaw and down my neck. In the candlelight I see a flash of silver as Hudson hands Max the vibrator. Max grins as he takes it, turning it on. Half a second later he has unzipped my dress and is pulling down the top half, exposing my breasts. Bryce and Max take a nipple each, suckling on them as I feel the cool firmness of the vibrator moving against my clit.
“Oh, oh!” I respond, my back arching at the sensation.
“Give me your hands, Louisa,” Hudson asks once more.
Liquid with desire, I hold them out to him and watch as he ties the red silk around my wrists, securing them firmly together.
“Bryce, Max, let her go a moment,” he says as he tugs on my bound wrists. They both move back, removing their mouths and their hands. My core spasms and my heart lurches, wanting them back, wanting their touch and their scorching lips against my skin.
Hudson pulls me upright, standing with me. My dress flutters to the ground revealing my bare chest and lace knickers. He leans in, grasping my face in his hands, the softness of leather gloves smooth against my skin.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, before he crashes his mouth against mine.
I can feel the hard ridge of his cock buck against me as he pulls me firmly against his body. I’m so wet, so ready to be taken. I’ve long since past caring that anyone could walk in on us. Warm hands slide up and down my thighs and arse, both Bryce and Max have scooted forward so they can caress me at the same time Hudson takes my mouth. It feels so good to have their hands on me, worshipping me.
Hudson pulls back, turning his attention to Bryce.
“Louisa is going to need you beneath her, Bryce,” he says, taking control of the situation. My core tightens at the thought of what’s about to happen. It feels illicit, dangerous, and such a turn-on.
“Baby, tonight you’re going to take us all. You okay with that?” Hudson asks.
My eyes flick to beyond the privacy of our booth, Ivan is still dancing with the beautiful woman in the red mask. It’s as though they’re flying across the floor. I don’t know much about ballet, but I know enough about human hearts to recognise that they aren’t strangers. There’s a connection between them that goes beyond anything superficial.
“Do you even need to ask?” I say, acutely turned on and enthralled by my men and the dancing couple beyond the curtains that surround us.
Hudson nods, his gaze burning with desire. He rest his hands on my hips, turning me to face Bryce who’s already pulled his trousers down.
“Come here, darling,” Bryce says, holding onto the base of his cock.
I place my knees either side of his thighs and slowly lower myself over him. We both groan as I sheath him with my warmth.
“Max, get behind Louisa,” Hudson demands.
We’ve been here before, the three of us. I’m not new to anal play and I’m certainly more than ready for Max.
“With pleasure,” Max responds.
I feel him settle behind us both, the heat of his skin warm against my back. Bryce slides lower on the seat allowing Max to kneel between his parted legs. I feel his hand reach beneath me, slicking my juices over my arse. Bryce keeps still as Max inserts a finger into my tightness, careful to take it slowly. He moves his finger in and out until I loosen up enough for him to insert another finger. Before long I am both relaxing against his fingers and tightening around Bryce’s cock.
“Icy, I’m going to take you know. Are you ready for me?” Max asks, his voice low, full of need.
“I’m ready,” I bite out. I feel full already with Bryce’s cock filling me so completely and yet I’m so ready for Max. I need him too.
“I’ll go slow,” Max says, removing his fingers. He places the tip of his cock against the tight ring of my arse then eases in slowly, stopping every now and then so I can take him in bit by bit. My head falls forward on to Bryce’s shoulder as I bite into his skin, taking all of Max.
“Hud,” I grind out, needing him too, knowing I won’t feel complete until he’s with us.
“Baby, I’m here,” he says, kneeling on the seat beside us. I can see that he’s pulled his trousers down, his cock free from the constraints of the material. He’s as hard as Bryce and Max who are both now buried deep inside of me. Shadows fall over us all, making me feel like the darkness is as much a part of our lovemaking as the flickering light from the candles.
“Hud,” I choke out, feeling so full, so fucking turned on.
My beautiful, sinful assassin takes my face in his and kisses me thoroughly. Beneath me both Bryce and Max begin to move in time, only a thin barrier of muscle within me separating their cocks. I remain still, allowing them both to take control, my nails dig into Bryce’s shoulders as Max circles his hands around my waist. He presses his firm chest against my back. The sound of the orchestra falls away as the sounds of their love and passion fill my ears. Hudson fist pumps up and down his cock as he watches us, but I need him closer. I need him in my mouth.
“Hud, come here,” I murmur.
He moves forward, still cupping himself as I lower my mouth over his cock. He rests his hand gently against the back of my head as I take him, circling my tongue over his length.
We move together, my men filling me so completely. My body responds to them all. I let them fill me, fuck me, love me. Every single part of me hums with sensation. No part of me is untouched, no part unaffected by their love.
As the music builds to a crescendo that matches the beat of our hearts and the rhythm of our bodies, we finally find blissful release whilst behind us, Ivan still dances with his mystery woman, their connection no less profound.
THE END
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Bea loves to write about love and all the different facets of such a powerful emotion. When she’s not writing about love and passion, you’ll find her reading it and ugly crying.
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Lacey Carter Andersen: The Demon’s Last Kiss
To my kids—who always tell me how proud they are of me.
~ Lacey Carter Andersen
Blurb
She has curves in all the right places. An attitude that intrigues him… and he’s just doomed her to death.
Golgoth has only ever wanted a woman to love. But being a poison demon, who’s deadly even to his own kind, he knows such a thing is impossible. So when his brothers come up with an idea of how he can go out and mingle with humans on Halloween, the most he can hope for is to admire beautiful women from afar.
But his carefully laid plans go terribly awry, and now, he’s condemned a woman to death.
He can’t stop fate, but his brothers have a very sexy idea on how they can make her last night unforgettable. If she’ll let them.
THE DEMON’S LAST KISS is a short reverse harem romance. It takes place in my Mates of the Realms: Mortals’ series. Golgoth is a minor character introduced in this series, but this story is a stand-alone, meaning you don’t need to read the series to enjoy this tale.
Chapter One
Golgoth sat at the top of the massive boulder, staring down at the park filled with happy humans. In this place, he could almost fool himself into believing that he wasn’t lonely, that he didn’t feel removed from the world.
Even if they can’t see me, I’m surrounded by life.
Kids played. An old man tossed crumbs to birds. Happy couples held hands, laughing, and talking in low tones that he couldn't hear. Everyone seemed to be connected in a way they couldn’t see, but he could feel.
When one of the kids laughed as he was given a balloon, Golgoth smiled. Children made him happy. If he were human, he would’ve married a kind woman and had as many children as she would bear him.
But he wasn’t human. Nor would he ever have a kind woman… or any woman.
His smile vanished.
That was the thing about being poisonous, even to his own kind. He would never have that sort of relationship with a woman. Even though he’d told his brothers he had accepted such a life, he hadn’t. He never could.
A heart is a foolish and stubborn thing, and my heart wants love.
As the afternoon dipped into evening, he rose from the boulder and walked back to the dark entrance of his home, careful not to be seen. Shoving aside the stone that hid the entrance to the tunnels, he climbed inside and pushed the rock back into place. Even if he didn’t have superior vision, he would have known his way through the twisted channels that led to his home. Poison demons were good at slinking through the shadows. Finding the crude doorway, he stepped through into the light of the roomy cave that he and his brothers had claimed as their own.
Cassius looked up from where he was wrapping himself in bandages. “What took you so long? We were beginning to think we’d have to leave without you.”
Why is he wrapping his leg? We heal too quickly for such things.
“Did you hurt yourself?”
Cassius grinned. “Nope.”
Strange. What is he up to?
Golgoth looked closely at his brother's clothing. In a dark T-shirt, jeans and styled hair, Cassius was dressed too well for a night out at the park. That didn’t make sense to Golgoth. They would be moving through the shadows of the park, avoiding humans all night. So why did his brother care what he looked like?
“You’re dressed well, for a night out at the park,” he hedged, studying his brother.
His brother’s grin only widened, and he kept wrapping his leg.
They plan to take me with them, so they aren’t visiting the other poison demons. Golgoth never left the park. So what could they be up to? And why is he wrapping his body?
“Cassius…”
Behind him, he heard Anton step out of the bathroom area.
Turning, he stared in confusion. His other brother, Anton, was fully bandaged from head to toe. He could see almost nothing of his dark purple skin or his black hair. In fact, all he could see was his golden eyes peeking out from the many layers of bandages.
“What are you two up to?”
Anton walked across the room and rested a hand on Golgoth’s shoulder. His brothers were the only ones of his kind that could touch him, and they made sure to do it often as a kindness to him. “Surely you haven’t forgotten what tonight is?”
Golgoth scowled. Does it matter? Every day is the same. Endless.
And lonely.
“Halloween, brother, it’s Halloween.”
“So?”
“So?” Cassius repeated with excitement, wrapping his body faster. “Tonight we plan to sneak out amongst the humans and have some fun. Drink, dance, maybe even flirt with women.”
Golgoth felt his mouth drop open. “Is this a joke? That’s too dangerous. If a woman were to touch our skin…”
Anton squeezed his shoulder. “Look at me, brother. I wrapped myself so many times you’ll have to cut me free. The humans are safe.”
Golgoth stared at him. He was covered… every inch of him. But still, it seemed like too great a risk.
“But—?”
“Come on,” Anton said, his tone gentle. “We know how badly you want to be around people other than us.”
Ah, so this is an act of pity.
Golgoth hated that his brothers were doing this for him, because deep down he knew they were. They could socialize with the other poison demons and weren’t desperate to connect with others. It was rarely discussed, but he knew his brothers dated, made friends, and even had sex.
He also knew that they would never choose a wife that couldn’t touch him.
And so, they might not be as lonely as he was, but they were suffering too, because of his flaw.
I don’t want to do this. But I owe them this.
“Alright, but we have to be careful.” He even tried to force a smile.
Anton shouted in excitement and threw him a roll of wrappings.
Why do I feel like this is going to end badly?
And yet, he began to bandage himself. It was tricky. Only a year ago he’d lost a finger to a crazed shapeshifter… just barely escaping with his life. In most ways he’d grown accustom to not having it, but in moments like this, he missed the digit even more.
Just another way that I’m undesirable. He pushed the hurtful thought away.
Too long passed. Both his brothers were fully wrapped when Anton finally said, “if you bundle up any more, you won’t be able to walk!”
He sighed, tapping down the last of his wrapping. He might have gone a bit overboard, but as much as he wanted freedom, he never wanted to be responsible for another person’s death. In Caine’s prisons, he’d been forced to poison one innocent person after another, and their dea
ths still haunted him. Sometimes they died quickly. Sometimes they died slowly and painfully. And other times, he almost believed they might live… and then it hit them like a hammer, and they were gone.
He had promised himself that he would never kill again. And I won’t. I’ll be careful. It’s only the ghosts of my past scaring me now.
Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fist. “Where are we going?”
Anton grinned. “Only the wildest party in town.”
Golgoth followed them out of their home, but sweat trickled down his back. Please let this just be a night of fun. Please.
Chapter Two
Rosa’s stomach turned as their cab pulled up to the mansion. Her two best friends looked hot as fuck, but she was a complete mess. She had ordered a sexy maid’s costume that was supposed to fit her oddly shaped body. But instead, when it’d finally been shipped to her, she’d discovered an absurd unicorn outfit that felt even stranger than the usual clothes she wore. The costume is freaking ironic, but not in a way anyone will realize.
The costume consisted of a low-cut vest that barely held her chest, a short skirt with rainbow colors, and knee-high white boots. She wouldn't even get started about the headband that held a fake horn. It looked ridiculous! And none of it fit her correctly. She felt massive, ugly, and completely out of place.
She had been about to call her friends and tell them she was sick when they’d shown up at her door. Looking amazing, dressed as a sexy police officer and firefighter.
And, of course, they somehow got us into the hottest party in town.
They hadn’t let her so much as protest going when they’d pushed her out the door, insisting they were already late. She had sat, squished between them, the entire drive, trying to think of a way out of her situation. But when their cab pulled through an open gate, she still didn’t have a decent excuse to bail.
