Demon's Triad (25 page)

Kali’s mouth sank over him, swallowing the length of his erection.

For a long moment he just watched, feeling the wet heat of her mouth envelop him, the gentle suction that already threatened to blow the top of his head off.

“No! NO!”

129

Anna J. Evans & December Quinn

“Yes.” She reached out and raked her nails down his chest. Droplets of blood beaded in lines across his skin. Her mouth descended upon his again.

His throat ached as he struggled against her invasion, his tongue preferring to crawl down into his stomach rather than mate with hers. But still his cock pulsed, thick and hard, almost as if it too were enchanted. But by what magic? He’d never met a spell he couldn’t master. This couldn’t be happening to him. This couldn’t be real—he was too strong for—

He snapped his teeth together, trying to fight in the only way he could, but she was too fast for him, pulling back an instant before he would have bitten off her tongue.

“Ferrin. Stop fighting me.”

Again she rested her foot by his side, but this time she reached down and slid her fingers into her pussy, spreading her lips with one hand while the other rubbed in slow circles. “Together we can be everything you’ve ever wanted to be. We can do everything you’ve ever wanted to do.”

He watched her hands, mesmerized by the sight of her long fingers disappearing into her body and coming back out gleaming wet. It was almost enough to make him forget the power pressing his body to the couch, the itch of another’s magic between his thighs.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore. You don’t have to be alone. I’ll be here, I’m everything you want, everything you need.”

She reached over him, behind him, to grip the back of the couch and lift herself up.

The movement brought her pussy right into his face, hovering only inches away from his lips. He could practically stick his tongue out to stroke it without moving his head.

Kali tilted her pelvis forward. Her fragrance filled his nostrils. He could not get away.

She kept talking. He didn’t know the words, didn’t understand them, but they sounded good, right. The darkness within him grew as she spoke, shifting and changing. He tried to fight it but could not. There wasn’t enough strength in him anymore to fight.

Something foul and dark spilled over him, ripped through him. He tried to speak the words of the liberty spell but couldn’t even remember them. He couldn’t find language anywhere in his head as he shrank inside himself and the blackness took over.

They tumbled back on to the floor. Somewhere deep inside Ferrin something screamed, horrified, furious. He didn’t want this, didn’t want any of this, but her nipple was between his teeth. He yanked his head back and her scream of pain and delight was too much for him to refuse. Too much to deny.

He hit her again and she hit him, their hands moving almost in unison, a dance he’d never experienced but somehow knew intimately. More blood ran down his chest as she scratched him, tearing at his skin. The beast within him roared and shook.

Her mouth reached for his but he pulled away. There was enough of himself left, enough of the man who knew this was wrong, to refuse to give her that. He would not 130

Demon’s Triad

kiss her. He would not kiss her lips but he would let her bite him, scratch him. He felt tears run down his cheeks when she picked up something small and vibrating from the ground and shoved it into his ass, sending tingling, throbbing pain and pleasure rolling though him. He shoved his fingers into her pussy, into her ass, bent down to suck and bite her nipples. All of these things he would do, but he would not kiss her as a lover.

The crop sang through the air again, snapping on his back. “Fuck me!” Kali screamed. “Fuck me now!”

The thing that used to be Ferrin growled and shifted, positioning himself above the inferno of her pussy, ready to thrust into her. It would work—this time it would work.

It was what he’d wanted for so long, all he had to do was obey, just obey her, and obey him, and the children would be—

Children?

Kali hit him again. Ferrin’s cock danced just outside of her. Every muscle in his body shook. He wanted to shove into her so badly, wanted to thrust mindlessly, to bruise her with his cock and hands and mouth.

But children…

Those were Aleeza’s children. It was Aleeza he wanted to be with, Aleeza he wanted to make love to. Not this woman. Who was this woman? By the gods, what had she done to him? What was he doing?

The voice hesitated. So did Kali. Their indecision colored the air. “Fuck me!” she screamed again. “Don’t wait, do it!”

Ferrin pulled himself away. “By the gods, I call upon my soul, my freedom…” The liberty spell wasn’t working. Usually something eased as he said the first words. Not this time.

He tried again, reciting the entire thing but to no avail. His power was too caught up with the woman, his soul too filled with blackness. It was as if he’d given away his right to freedom, or maybe there was too much darkness in him at the moment to get rid of.

If only Dorand was there. He could help—he could ground the energy and expel it.

Fuck Dorand. Stupid “undefiled”, stupid bastard with his white magic and his—

No! Not “fuck” Dorand.
Be
Dorand. What would Dorand do? How would Dorand fight an evil like this, an evil that seemed to come from his very heart?

Where the words came from, he did not know. He could not recall hearing them before. All he knew was that he concentrated on Dorand, on the white light of Dorand’s power, and suddenly it was as though that light filled his own body. Words fell from his lips, words of purity and strength, and as he spoke he stood up, disentangling himself from Kali’s arms and legs, his erection subsiding as his blood pumped again and his head cleared.

131

Anna J. Evans & December Quinn

He had won. He was Daiesthai, but he had mimicked the magic of the man he loved most in the world and that magic had saved him. Or maybe the love had saved him.

“Fuck you, brother! I’ll take what I want, with or without your consent.” Kali hissed the words from the floor, her face twisted in an expression that transformed her beauty into something feral, fearsome.

Ferrin had a split second to realize what she had said, to realize why those brown eyes looked so very familiar, before she whipped her legs sideways, knocking him off his feet. He hit the ground hard, barely recovering his breath before she was on top of him, pinning him to the floor with a few quickly spoken words, trapping him again just as she had on the couch. This time the horror wasn’t just from being trapped.

“I’d hoped we could have a little fun, but you’ve obviously spent too many years among the undefiled to know what fun is anymore. Do it, Reglanus.”

“No! No, wait, you don’t know what you’re doing. You’ll make a monster, a—”

His words gave way to a scream of pain as the mist floating near Kali’s head moved over his body. The aching in his balls grew even worse, a throbbing that made him writhe on the floor, seeking a way out of his own skin. He twisted and fought the thing above him, but it was no use. His cock hardened against his will, swelling until it was nearly purple. It pulsed with the furious need to spill seed, to release the horrible pressure.

“Thank you.” Kali smiled and spread the lips of her pussy with her own fingers, guiding his length to her opening and dropping her hips. The second he was surrounded by her slick heat, Ferrin felt the aching grow even more intense. He was going to come any second, no matter what his right mind had to say about it.

“No, by the gods. Don’t do this! If we are brother and sister, the baby could be deformed, sick—”

“We’re twins, brother, and the baby will be fine. It will be able to spill blood for its coven—that’s all we need.” She began to rock back and forth, grinding her clit against him. In seconds she threw her head back, raven hair flying around her shoulders, and came. He joined her, the release a painful jerking forced from his cock by black magic that gave him no pleasure.

Instead, he felt violated. His skin was covered in a cold sweat and his stomach threatened to empty itself all over the woman on top of him. But maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He couldn’t free himself from whatever spell she had cast, but he could cover her in bile. A small repayment for rape, but it was a start.

“Damn you!” She screamed as his vomit coated her breasts, and pulled herself from his body. “Yes, I know, Reglanus. I don’t require your guidance. Make yourself useful, and bring me a towel.” She spoke to the mist, answering some voice only she could hear, then lay down on the wood a few feet away, and lifted her hips into the air.

“Wouldn’t want to lose any of your precious sperm, brother.” She retrieved a towel that floated through the air and began to clean herself, smiling at him, a mad smile that 132

Demon’s Triad

did not reach her eyes. “Now, tell me about yourself. What was it like to grow up with a coven, with people who gave a damn if you lived or died?”

“Fuck you.” Ferrin spit at her, but this time she was too far away.

“Now, now. We’ve got so much lost time to make up for. We’re brother and sister, the only two Daiesthai in the world, and now we’ll soon be new parents as well. Seems it would be best if we could find a way to get along.”

“You’re a sick bitch, and I’m going to kill you at the first opportunity.” He whispered the words, staring straight into her eyes. Sister or no, he knew he spoke the truth.

“We’ll see about that, brother. If this doesn’t work, maybe I’ll kill you first.” She paused for a moment then smiled again. “Or maybe we’ll just have to fuck again. Tell me, Ferrin, would you like to be on top this time, or do you prefer the bottom?”

“I didn’t fuck you, and I will never fuck you.”

“Hmm…for some reason, I doubt you’ll have the choice.” Her eyes grew distant for a moment, as if she were listening to some far-off ocean, then cleared. “No, no choice at all.”

The mist moved over him, and his cock immediately began to throb. He moaned and shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut against the sound of Kali’s laughter.

133

Anna J. Evans & December Quinn

“There’s no way you’re staying on this investigation.” Gavyn paced behind his desk, pausing now and then to glare at Aleeza and Dorand sitting opposite. “Hell, you are the investigation!”

“Exactly, Gavyn. I am the investigation, so who has more at stake than I do? Than Dorand? This is his clan brother who has gone missing, who is in danger, who might even be the next victim and—”

“Who is a member of a cursed coven capable of recreating one of the most evil groups of witches the world has ever known. There’s a witch out there casting demon-fasting spells, and you’re sitting in front of me, curse-free, ready to help her out. If you’re right, if she’s got the Daiesthai male, you’re next.”

“Maybe, maybe not. We don’t think the woman knew that Ferrin existed when she started the spell in the Amiantos woods. She was going to make herself a man for goddess’ sake. Don’t you think she’d rather stay female, give birth to the baby herself if that’s an option? She may not even need me anymore.”

“Mona’s report says that Daiesthai females are infertile.”

“Mostly infertile, most, not all.”

“Okay, so we can be
mostly
certain that the witch is still going to need you, Aleeza.”

Gavyn stopped pacing, snatched up the phone on his desk, dialed, and spoke brusquely to whoever was on the other end. “Send a unit up to my office, the best we’ve got.

Aleeza is going into hiding until Samhain, and I want to make sure she stays hidden.”

“You’re going to lock me up?” Aleeza stood up fast, sending her chair scraping across the floor. Dorand stood beside her.

A part of her had feared this when she’d decided to tell Gavyn the truth, but she hadn’t seen that she had a choice. She now knew exactly what this demon-fasted witch wanted, a second generation for a spell that would bring a kind of misery to the world it hadn’t known since the dark ages. A trip back to Walter on Monday had revealed more specifics as to why the demon had contacted Aleeza in the first place and why she hadn’t heard a whisper of evil in her ear since the day Ferrin disappeared.

The witch had to have him. She and the demon must have taken Ferrin, kidnapped him. Aleeza and Dorand were certain he’d been taken against his will. It had been two days since he’d disappeared from her mother’s house, and no one had heard from him.

He wouldn’t have run off without calling, without telling anyone in the Amiantos coven where he’d gone. At least that’s what they’d told themselves. The alternative was that he’d succumbed to the blackness within and gone off to find this demon-fasted 134

Demon’s Triad

witch of his own accord. No matter how tempting that voice, Aleeza couldn’t think that Ferrin would give in.

Still, it bothered her more than she would admit that she hadn’t felt any touch of the demon in her mind in two days. Did that mean that the witch had achieved her goal? Even now, was she pregnant with the next generation of Daiesthai witches?

“Gavyn, please. You can’t send me into hiding. My mother has me dosed up on so many herbs, I probably won’t be able to get pregnant for years. I’m not fertile, and I won’t be for a long time. I’d be useless to—”

“For every spell, there is a counter spell, Aleeza. You know that. Anything your mother could work could be unworked. If this witch wants you pregnant badly enough, they would find a way to make sure you conceived. Not to mention that, if this Daeisthai female theory is wrong, there could be another Gunera out there who is free of the curse and fasted with a demon. If I don’t send you into hiding, you could be in danger from one of our own people.”

“The theory isn’t wrong, Gavyn. I can feel it in my gut!”

“Fine, even if you’re right, we’ve still got a leak, someone close enough to you to get the ingredients needed for a hex portal spell. Whoever he or she is, I have no idea, but considering how much time you spend at work, it’s likely it’s someone on my own goddamned staff!”