by Ivy Asher
“So you sprinkled somethin’ on him that made his dick shrink?” I ask, still starin’ at Alder in shock.
He shrugs. “He was always an arrogant prick. I thought that would hit him the hardest—aside from revoking his clearance to be in this realm, which we did later after we had some fun.”
“Did he figure out you were doin’ it to him?” I ask on a laugh.
“Not exactly, but before we sent him back through the gate to answer for what he’d been doing, I told him if he’d apologize, I’d reverse it,” Alder tells me.
Flint cracks up, his muscles bunchin’ under my back where I’m leanin’ against him horizontally, my legs slung over Alder’s waist. The vibrations of his laughter feel good against me, and I have the sudden desire to see what his smiles and laughter taste like.
“You should have seen his face when Alder told him that. We shoved him back to Hell before he could say a word, but his expression? Priceless,” Flint laughs, and Alder just smiles, lookin’ like a pup that stole the steak.
“You sure do have fancy demon plant power,” I muse. “Can you do it the other way around? Sprinkle pollen on them that makes them bigger instead of smaller?” I ask curiously. Alder could be a millionaire if word got out that he could do that.
“What, we not big enough for you?” Alder asks teasingly, his fingers movin’ to my stomach where he starts ticklin’ me.
“What? No!” I squeal, scream, and squirm as I laugh and try to explain what I meant.
Flint quickly joins in on the punishment too, and I try to wiggle away from them, but I’m bound by strong arms and retribution-filled chuckles.
“People would pay for that!” I scream as laugh-tears breach my eyes. “I just meant you could make money!”
“Oh, sure. Likely story,” Flint jokes, graduatin’ from ticklin’ to blowin’ raspberries on my stomach, which is almost worse.
Alder helps him by holdin’ my jerky limbs down as they work like a seamless team without even needin’ to talk and direct each other.
“I mean it! I love your cocks just as they are!” I squeal in declaration as I try to get away from the ticklish vibrations of Flint’s mouth blowin’ on my stomach.
“I didn’t hear what she said, did you catch that?” Alder asks Flint playfully.
“Nope, you’ll have to speak up, Peaches,” he orders, movin’ lower on my abdomen.
“I love your huge cocks!” I scream out even louder, and both Alder and Flint chuckle as I threaten to pee all over them if they don’t cut it out. Good Lord, the whole house probably heard that. I pause. Dammit, that was probably the point.
Flint drops his raspberries even lower, but he thankfully takes mercy on me and starts suckin’ and kissin’ his way down, in between a torturous raspberry or two. I laugh and moan, suddenly really likin’ the direction this is goin’.
He inhales deeply just above my now needy vagina, and he hums approval. “If that’s not my favorite smell in the whole world,” Flint declares with a happy smile as he parts my slick folds with a finger.
My brow furrows with confusion. “Didn’t you say the same thing about the smell of swamp and cut grass?” I tease, recallin’ him makin’ that same announcement the first night they walked me to their bar.
Flint looks up at me, his dark gray eyes banked with heat as his finger slowly circles my clit. “No, I said that about the smell of your wet pussy on the breeze that night,” he tells me with a casual smile.
I sit up, ignorin’ the hands that move over my body, tryin’ to pluck want and desire from it. “You could smell me?” I ask incredulously, my cheeks heatin’ with shock and embarrassment.
Are they serious? They could smell every time I got turned on around them?
“Oh yeah,” Alder confesses as he pulls me back against him and palms my suddenly achy breast. “You should be able to smell us too now that whatever was suppressing your demon side is broken,” he tells me, and that has me abandonin’ my self-consciousness for curiosity.
“Really?” I ask, and then I breathe in deeply to test it out. I smell them, but of course I do. We’ve been holed up in this bed all mornin’, just enjoyin’ each other as we have sex, talk, and hang out. Anyone would be able to smell the sex in here. But as I inhale, I pick up on a warm, deep scent that seems to underline the smell of us all around me, but I can’t really tell if that’s me, them, or the damn laundry detergent.
“You’ll get better cataloging things as you go,” Alder tells me as he leans down and sucks on my neck.
I shrug, figurin’ that’s probably the case, and focus in on my hot demon mates and their insatiable stamina. Thank God, or Satan, or whoever, I think to myself as I settle back against Alder and widen my thighs for Flint. These two are perfect in the bedroom department.
A heavy knock sounds at the door, abruptly cuttin’ things off, and all of our eyes snap in the direction of the noise.
“Ugh,” Flint groans as he pushes off the bed. “They take weeks to surface and remember that a world exists outside of their mate’s thighs, but they won’t even give us one full day,” he grumbles as he strolls over to open the door, not even carin’ that he’s buck naked.
Alder grabs a sheet and covers me up with it, but he doesn’t stop pluckin’ at my nipples beneath the fabric or holdin’ me close. Flint cracks the door open with a surly, “What?”
I hear a throat bein’ cleared. “I brought the three of you some clothes. I also came to tell you we’re going to be discussing our plans to find Sable and Morax over lunch. If you would like to be part of it, you’re welcome to come downstairs,” Rafferty announces. I only know it’s him because I see a blue arm reach through the crack Flint made with the door as he hands him the clothes.
Flint looks back at me for a moment, but I’m already pushin’ out of Alder’s hold and scootin’ off the bed so I can go get cleaned up. He huffs out a sigh as he sees the determination in my face. I’m all for this whole mate situation and learnin’ every piece and inch of each other, but if there’s talk about my lost sister and how to get rid of the creep who keeps attackin’ me, I need to be a part of it.
“We’ll be right down,” Flint grumbles to Rafferty, and then he promptly shuts the door in his face.
I shoot him a look. “Be nice,” I tell him, not wantin’ any trouble between the demon mate groups. I just met Delta, and I don’t want anythin’ to push us apart. She’s my sister. These guys are gonna have to figure out how to get along.
“They deserve our ire,” Alder tells me evenly as he also gets out of bed.
“They do,” I agree, “but we need to work together, which means we need to let some things go.”
Flint stalks over and tosses the pile of clothes on the bed while I hurry to the bathroom. “I call dibs on the shower first!” I holler.
“I’ll join you,” both men call, but I shake my head with a laugh as I grip the door knob.
“Nope. You’ll just try to distract me, and then we’ll be late.”
“Yeah. So?” Flint says.
My grin widens. “So...that would be rude. We’re guests in their home. Remember what I said about bein’ nice?”
A gleam enters his eyes. “I’ll be real nice to you in the shower.”
Lord, these demons are gonna overindulge my libido until she’s a spoiled brat. I might as well start callin’ my vagina Veruca Salt. Only instead of demandin’ a golden goose like Veruca did in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, I can already imagine the fits she’s gonna throw if she doesn’t get dick quick enough in the future. But really, with the bodies they have and the orgasms they give, I don’t blame my future mollycoddled libido one bit.
“Thou shalt not tempt me, Flint,” I say, givin’ him a fake stern look before I turn and walk my bouncy ass further into the bathroom.
“Fuck, I like watching her walk,” I hear Flint mumble.
I smile as I turn on the water and get in beneath the spray, and I take the quickest shower ever, scrubbin’ all the
evidence of love makin’ off my body. Well...most of it, anyway. I can’t do anythin’ about the love bites and scratches.
When I turn to rinse out my hair, I see Flint and Alder standin’ by the counter, still naked, watchin’ me. “This ain’t a free peep show, you know,” I tell them before I reach back and turn off the spray.
“We’ll be sure to pay up later,” Alder replies with a smirk.
Flutters spread through my belly as I step up to him, a towel already stretched out in his hands so I can walk into it. He quickly wraps me up, while Flint beats him to the shower next.
Alder rolls his eyes as the marble demon helps himself, but I can tell he doesn’t really mind, because then he helps me dry my wings and hair while I prop a foot up in the countertop, bendin’ over slightly as I spread lotion over my body.
He shuts off the blow dryer as soon as my wings are no longer soppin’ wet. “You’re making it really hard not to be late,” he tells me.
I step up on my tiptoes and place a kiss on his nose. “You’ll survive.”
Flint smacks me on the ass on the way out of the shower, and I squeal. “Hey!”
“That’s for bending over like that while I was trying to get clean. Had to turn the water all the way to ice fucking cold so I don’t have a hard-on during lunch.”
I giggle as I follow him out of the bathroom while Alder stays behind to get cleaned up. “What? I was just puttin’ lotion on,” I say innocently.
Flint snorts and starts pickin’ through the clothes and gettin’ dressed. “Sure, Peaches.”
With another laugh, I pluck up the black underwear I find—notin’ with relief that it still has the tag on it—and slip them up my body. The only things left that aren’t for the guys to wear is a weird lookin’ top with strings like a corset and leather pants, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.
“How the heck does this work?” I ask, holdin’ up the dark gray top with strings.
Flint shrugs on the white T-shirt before walkin’ over to me, the bottoms of his jeans skimmin’ over the floor. He takes the top from me and turns it right side up. “Must be Delta’s—a shirt made for wings.”
Realization dawns. “Oh. Right. I forgot,” I say. I mean, I didn’t really forget. That’s kind of impossible to do when you have two heavy appendages attached to your back, but I haven’t really had the time to process what they mean on a practical level. Like havin’ to figure out how to get dressed with the damn things.
“Turn around,” Flint tells me.
I spin so my back is facin’ him, and he sucks in a breath. “Now there’s a sight,” he says, and I look over my shoulder at him to see that he’s lookin’ me over from head to toe, while I’m clad in nothin’ but a pair of black panties. He takes a step forward until I can feel the heat of his chest at my back. “I loved your hair before, but I love your wings and your new hair color too,” he muses, his hand comin’ up to skim over the curve of my feathers, makin’ me shiver.
He drops his arms and wraps them around me, fittin’ the front of the shirt to my chest. He takes special care that it’s lined up correctly by palmin’ my breasts until I smack his hands away with a laugh. “Get to work lacin’ up the back, mister.”
He chuckles and finally moves his hands off my chest. He slips my hair over my shoulder to leave my back bare, and chills erupt over my skin as I feel his lips skim over my neck. “Alder is right. Your skin is soft as a petal.”
A satisfied hum leaves my throat as he trails his mouth up to my ear, nibblin’ it gently before he pulls back. I feel him start to tie the top together beneath my wings, usin’ the corset-like strings to mold the fabric over me. Once it’s tight enough that my breasts aren’t gonna spill out, but not so tight that I can’t breathe, Flint finishes makin’ up the knot. “There you go, Peaches.”
“Thanks,” I say, my skin tinglin’ with the aftershocks of his touch.
I toss my hair up in a long ponytail and then look down at the last piece of clothin’ with a sigh before I start tuggin’ the leather pants on. It’s difficult. I have to shimmy and yank and curse and sweat, all while Flint grins at me where he’s sittin’ on the edge of the bed.
“Damn,” I huff when I finally get the things all the way up. “I mean...leather pants? I didn’t think anyone ever really had a reason to wear leather pants except for motorcycle clubs and Halloween. I don’t wanna wear these damn things,” I complain.
I didn’t peg Delta for a leather lovin’ freak, but now I’m questionin’ things. She was dressed normally when I saw her yesterday, but why would she own somethin’ like this, let alone give it to me to wear? It’s like I’m Buffy the Vampire Slayer after she joined a biker gang.
Alder comes out just then, yellow hair damp and white towel wrapped around his waist. He takes one look at me spinnin’ around in my new getup and whistles. His eyes go right to my ass. “You look sexy.”
Alright. I guess I’ll wear them.
“Yeah, I think leather pants are my new favorite thing,” Flint adds while Alder quickly gets dressed. I’d complain that they both get to wear comfy jeans and cotton shirts, but...the way they can’t take their eyes off me makes up for the skintight outfit.
Mostly, anyway.
28
“Ready?” I ask, now that all three of us are clean and covered. Time to go talk to the others.
I don’t wait for them to reply, but instead turn and open the door...only to stop in the hallway because I have no idea how to get to the dinin’ room in this place.
“You go ahead and take the lead, boys,” I say, steppin’ aside.
“Why? You wanna check out our asses?” Flint teases as he walks past me.
“Yep.”
Alder chuckles as he comes up beside me, his arm immediately snaggin’ me around the waist as he tugs me forward to walk with him. His hand settles on my ass, givin’ it a squeeze as we follow Flint down the hallway. “This ass... You have no idea how hard it is not to drag you back to bed and have you bend over for me.”
At his words, warmth rushes between my thighs, which isn’t so good since heat and leather don’t mix. My Veruca is gonna get humid quick.
“You both be nice to Delta’s mates, and I’ll bend over for you as long as you want later,” I sing-song.
Both demons groan.
“You drive a hard bargain, Medley Bell,” Flint says over his shoulder.
“Deal,” Alder quickly says, givin’ my ass another squeeze. “Don’t fuck this up for us, Flint.”
My marble demon sighs. “Fine.”
Ha! These leather pants are comin’ in handy. Maybe this is what Delta uses to keep her four mates in line? I look down at the pants with renewed appreciation.
As Flint continues to lead the way, we hit a staircase just as my stomach rumbles, lettin’ me know that lunch came at a good time. Unfortunately, that’s not the only sound that comes from me.
I wince the moment I hit the stairs, because these damn leather pants start squeakin’ every time I descend a step. Both guys chuckle at the obnoxious noise comin’ from the fabric.
“Not a word,” I warn them. I try to muster up as much dignity as I can as I go all the way down to the first floor, but it’s difficult, since the noise echoes worse than a mouse in a chapel.
Thankfully, my guys manage to withhold the laughter until I make it to the bottom step. Barely.
The creepy butler is there, under-eye circles and all, and he gives us a bored look. “They’re waiting in the dining room,” he says, but his tone adds, because you’re late. Though he doesn’t say it aloud, the judgment is implied.
“Thanks, Strut,” Flint says jovially, ignorin’ the male’s antipathy.
We walk through the doorway, and my eyes immediately take in the space. There’s a long dinin’ table in the middle of the room, filled with food, and everyone I’ve met so far is already sittin’ down.
Delta and her four mates are at the far end, Nefta and Taz smack in the middle, sittin’ directly a
cross from each other, and there are three more open seats left for us.
“Hey, how are you doing?” Delta asks with a smile as soon as her eyes land on me.
“I’m good. You?” My eyes sweep over her, and she looks cleaned and refreshed, her purple wings tucked in tight.
She gives me a crooked smile. “Yep, all better. I have your mate to thank for that,” she says, her eyes flickin’ over to Alder. “Thanks for that plant potion. It really helped, and it didn’t taste like ass, so that was a bonus.”
“I’m glad,” Alder replies with a smile as he pulls out a seat for me before he and Flint sit on either side of me.
It takes me a minute to figure out how to sit with the big wings behind me, but I get there eventually, gettin’ situated so the bottoms hang down on the sides. Thankfully, no one is starin’ at me and my struggle when I look back up.
Strut sets a plate of food in front of me that appears to have a little bit of everythin’ on it from the center of the table. I thank him, but inside, I cringe a little because everythin’ on the plate is touchin’. Normally, I’m not a stickler about that, but when it comes to a cinnamon roll that looks delicious until Strut coated half of it in some kind of green gravy, I can’t help but be a little icked out.
“Avoid the green stuff. Unless you like your mouth and then eventually your ass feeling like a fiery ring of hell,” Delta tells me.
I shoot her a grateful smile, which falls as I look back down to my plate and realize that most of it is covered in the same green gravy. Maybe this is what the demons here like to eat, but I’m starvin’, and I’m not gonna try and eat around the Hellfire sauce. Instead, I get up, causin’ my chair to screech as I push it back and then make my way to the center of the table where there’s a small stack of empty plates.
“Allow me,” Strut monotones as he comes forward and tries to pluck the plate from my hands.
