DemonicPersuasion (8 page)
Authors: Kim Knox
“
You just want me for my body…
”
Tongues thrust together and she cried out, the hands pinning
her and Foster’s own grip denying her hips, her legs, her arms the ability to
thrash, to turn against the incredible fire coursing her flesh. Her heart
thudded, her breath short.
“
We want your heart and soul. As you have ours.
”
A sweet flow of pleasure rolled over her, catching her by
surprise, the joy and warmth in it breaking a soft moan from her, her neck
craning back to bury her head in the plumpness of pillows.
“Like that?” Foster’s voice was a low rumble, his lips
moving against her folds, hot and slow. “You have both of us.”
Her heart tightened and she bit her lip to deny the tears
that wanted to break free. Her new reality was more than she could ever have
imagined. “Inside me, now, Foster.”
He lifted his head, his eyes darkened. “Orders?”
She gave him a sharp smile. “Well, if you’d rather leave it
all to Athanasios?” They agreed with her, the sudden increased thrusts into her
flesh driving out further questions…but there. The drop of Foster’s kisses
through the flowing touch of the aliens’ hands. Little stings of pure bliss
that swirled through her body and mind.
The shadow over her thickened and she fought to focus on the
man above her. His lips brushed hers and she tasted herself. “How long do we
have? Together?”
Foster stroked her cheek, but then he shifted, the slide of
his body against hers almost electric as he meshed with Athanasios’ touch. His
fingers brushed against her sex, and for a moment her breath caught as he eased
his dick closer to where she ached for him. The meeting of him and Athanasios
sparked along her nerves and when he sank into her, she came. Hard and fast, a
bolt of pure pleasure rocketing over her.
Foster remained still, his body tight with tension, letting
her ride out her release. He kissed her, something slow and possessive, and she
wanted to hold him…but Athanasios’ sure hands pinned her, stroked her, nipping
her skin, chasing the remnants of her orgasm and building another.
“We,” Foster grazed her bottom lip as he pulled back, “have
lifetimes together.” He stroked into her and a sharp cry broke from her. Foster
grinned. The wickedness was all him. “Lifetimes of this.”
She strained to kiss him, to lose herself in his mouth, and
Athanasios’ hands and how they fucked her, both of them pushing into her
flesh…but Foster drew back.
“Open your mouth, Fade. Let me watch him fuck you.”
“You’re a pervert.”
Foster smirked at her and the devilish ease of it, the
openness caught her heart and spiked yet more heat into her. He was hers. He
leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Tell me it won’t get you
hot. Every hole fucked. My dick, theirs.”
The burning whisper rioted over her flesh and under her
spine, the hard length of a male body pressed against her hot, damp skin. A
single thrust and a dick replaced the tongue in her ass. The delicious friction
forced her strangled moan.
“Admit it, Fade. You want it. Want us. Over and in every
inch of you.”
“Yes…” The word was a moan and Foster loomed over her, his
gaze heated as the shadow that was Athanasios pulsed from him.
The hint of coal and unknown spices filled her senses and
she opened her mouth to the smooth, warm head pressed against her lips. She
licked, her tongue curling and Foster’s own soft groan coiled the tension in
her belly.
“
Ours…
” Athanasios’ voice rippled over her as he sank
into her mouth.
Through the shadows Athanasios formed, Foster watched her,
his face flushed, his skin damp and the fierce expression of want holding him
was almost too much. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the wild
pleasure that thrummed through her flesh, to the pleasure
they
wanted to
give her.
Her mind spun, the tension in her body driving need and
pleasure. Her tightness in fighting to breathe wrapped around the fact that
Athanasios fucked her mouth and mixed with the incredible sensation of Foster
stroking into her, meeting Athanasios’ own thrust into her sex. The melding of
the two sparked through her straining muscles. Hands gripped her, her arms, her
thighs, her hips, her breasts, as Athanasios worked to take her ass.
Heat and sweat and the scent of skin and spices surrounded
her, infused her and the inexorable pressure of joy both Foster and Athanasios
drove into her had her body shaking and barely her own.
“Come for us.” Foster’s words, strained and tight, released
her.
Fade screamed against the wild power of the orgasm that
smashed over her. The blazing heat of it whipped through her flesh, swirling,
increasing as Athanasios and then Foster followed her into joy.
She swallowed and licked Athanasios as he came in her mouth,
the sweetness filling her. She sighed as the shadows dissolved, leaving only
Foster’s hot, sweat-slicked body pressed against her own damp skin.
He eased from her and pulled her into his arms, her body too
sated to move. She smiled against his chest, the taste of him on her tongue
mixing with Athanasios. Foster teased back her sweat-tangled hair as she
murmured, “Love you, love you both.”
The press of Athanasios to her spine, the cool strength
wrapping around her sank her mind a little further into oblivion.
Foster’s soft “Love you too” followed her down into brief,
exhausted darkness…
* * * * *
Fade jerked upward, lost and confused. Where was she? What…?
Foster’s words drifted back and she collapsed against his
hot, damp chest, her heart tightening as his strong arm wrapped around her. For
a moment, she closed her eyes, reveling in the bliss of knowing that the
affection, the love she had for him was returned. Was
real
.
She let out a slow sigh and pressed her lips together as he
nuzzled her hair, his lips brushing her temple. This was her life now. The
three of them, bound by flesh and joy and love. Could be her life. The old
panic wrenched her insides. Despite what Foster had promised, Dolon would never
give up. Even Athanasios had admitted that.
“You’re safe, Fadeyka.” Foster waved his hand and a light
curve formed at the foot of the bed. He pulled her closer to him, tightening
his hold. “Completely safe.”
A broadcast from Earth filled the translucent curve of film.
Fade frowned. The footage was from the base of a building she recognized. It
towered over the River Thames, its glass and metal gleaming in hazy summer
sunshine. A line of live feeds drew down the curve, pulled from cameras
circling the upper floors. Their images were distorted by censor fields, but
even so, she recognized the obscuring tech. It was the head office of Aleander
Dolon. The vast building she’d worked in as a lowly administration clerk, there
by the grace of having the dubious honor of being distantly related to Dolon.
A news strip ran along the bottom of the curve and she
blinked. Her gut twisted.
Breaking: Aleander Dolon has been found dead in his
London office. Suspected suicide as evidence appears of his dealings with the
Castor Cartel.
Fade wet her lips as the image flipped back to the anchor.
“You?”
“Us.” The thrum of Athanasios resonated through her, the
change in Foster’s voice subtle but there. “Foster wanted to exact more lasting
damage. But Dolon’s suicide leaves his death less open to question.”
“How?” She turned in Foster’s arms, meeting his
silver-ringed gaze. “We jumped from the attack to here.”
He stroked a finger down her face, teasing back a loose
strand of hair. The silver faded from his eyes. Foster was with her again. “You
did. With the power of the Yalene and my skills, we went hunting.” His smile
was dark. “Didn’t take us long. The man thought he was untouchable. We
persuaded him he was wrong.”
Fade expected to feel guilt at the relief that flooded her.
But she didn’t. Aleander Dolon had broken her life, tried to kill her and who
knew how many other lives he’d ruined. She closed her eyes and rested her head
against Foster’s chest, listening to the slow, solid beat of his heart. He’d
saved her, him and Athanasios.
Fingers teased through her hair and the beat quickened. His
dick hardened against her belly. “How grateful are you?”
Fade grinned against his skin. “Foster, you’ll lead
Athanasios into bad ways.”
Laughter shook him. “You don’t have him in your head
full-time.”
“Filthy? Depraved?”
She looked up and the ring of silver edged Foster’s blue
eyes. Athanasios pushed forward and his smile was all of those things. Fresh
need swelled in her and she sucked in a quick breath, the hint of coal sinking
into her flesh. The slow weave of their combined touch ghosted over her skin,
offering the promise of pure bliss.
This
was her life. Her choice. As strange as it was,
it couldn’t be more perfect.
Kim lives on an ancient boundary line, once marked by a
Neolithic burial tomb. The tomb’s now a standing stone circle—thank the
Georgians for that one—and stirs her mind with thoughts of history and ancient
myths. She mixes the essence of the past into fantasy, along with the essential
mix of magic and sex. She also writes science fiction romance, pushing out into
the far future with effortlessly sexy men and the women who can’t resist them.
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Demonic Persuasion
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