Temptation at Twilight: Lords of Pleasure (3 page)

Her scream was cut short by the pressure of his muscular arm holding her tight, squeezing her diaphragm like a vise as he ascended rapidly. As the earth fell away, she could do nothing but hang there and cling to his arm, praying he didn’t lose his grip. In this dizzying position, she could see lights clustered in a spectacular display in the center of the city, fanning out to become sparser in the outlying areas.

It was a bird’s-eye view she never wanted to have again.

More terrified of heights than of the demons themselves, she screwed her eyes shut and desperately hoped they’d soon reach their destination. Whatever lay in store couldn’t be nearly as awful as the thought of falling thousands of feet to splatter on the ground.

Or so she told herself, right up until Val descended a few minutes later, bringing them to an easy landing in the middle of several buildings.
Homes,
she corrected herself, looking around. Modest and sort of plain but nice, they were laid out in a neat circular pattern with interconnecting sidewalks and a larger home in the center of the arrangement.

“You guys live here, in this . . .” She faltered, not knowing what to call the place.

“Clan compound,” Zenon supplied. “You were expecting a dirty cave or a hovel in the swamp?”

“Well, no,” she lied, and then blushed at Val’s arch look. “Okay, maybe. But only because the demons in St. Louis, where I’m from, live in the cave system and aren’t exactly winning awards for neighbor of the year.”

“Didn’t one of them go on a rampage and eat a bunch of innocent people a few months back?” Zenon frowned. “Uncivilized bastards.”

“Yeah. I’ve never eaten anyone who didn’t deserve it,” Val quipped with a wink at her.

Harley stifled a shaky laugh, hoping he was kidding. In spite of her earlier fear, she was starting to like these two. They seemed okay for demons. “So, which house is yours? Do you two live together? I’m your captive, right? The deal was for you to take me into the city, you know.”

Val grinned, his teeth white and sharp in the darkness. “Satan’s balls, you ask a lot of questions. This house is mine.” He gestured, indicating the front porch of the dwelling closest to them. “No, we don’t live together, because Zenon and I are not mates, and only the mates of our kind cohabitate well. Yes, you’re my captive, and I will take you into the city. But I never said
when
. After you.”

Val waved a hand at the front door and it swung open, manipulated by his magic. Harley mounted the steps and entered the foyer, squashing a spurt of self-recrimination at her predicament. After all, it wasn’t her fault she’d lost her job and her apartment, forcing her to throw her meager belongings in the truck and hit the road, only to have the piece of crap break down in the middle of Bumfuck—where she was accosted by two demons.

Sexy demons.
She turned as they trailed her inside, getting her first clear look at them in the lit interior of the house. Neither was wearing a shirt—not surprising because of the wings—but both wore snug jeans. Val was tall, broad shouldered, and ripped with muscles. Black hair brushed his shoulders and framed an angular face dominated by dark eyes that no longer glowed red and a grin that showed off a set of large fangs. A huge pair of black wings were settled against his back, the beautiful, shiny feathers just grazing the floor.

Beside him, Zenon wasn’t as tall or broad, but was still every bit as impressive, with similar wings and sharp fangs. His dark blond hair was shaggy and layered and just shy of touching his shoulders, and his almost-pretty face was accented by lovely blue eyes that held a glint of good humor. If it weren’t for the feathers and canines, she’d think him an angel rather than a demon.

“See something you like?” Zenon asked her, smirking.

“I know
I
do.” His friend’s hungry gaze was fixed on her ruined blouse.

Belatedly, she remembered he’d reduced it to little more than a scrap. Glancing down at herself, she hastily grabbed the torn halves and pulled them together, not that it made any difference. They’d already seen the goods up top, and from their expressions, they were eager to unveil a whole lot more.

“So, what happens now?” she demanded with false bravado. “If you think I’m going to make it easy for—Mmmph!”

Okay, never mind. Why bother to protest when domination was what she craved?

Faster than she could blink, Val’s mouth was eating hers, his hot tongue slipping inside to lick and explore. Her hands came up to skim over his smooth chest and brushed a nipple, which instantly perked under her touch. He groaned and broke the kiss, dragging her into a spacious sitting area and seating her on the sofa. Standing over her, he spread his legs and gazed down, and his lips quirked upward as though he could read her thoughts. Maybe he could.

This dominant position thrilled her more than was wise, as did the big bulge behind his zipper that was inches from her nose. Tentatively, she reached out for the button at his waist, then hesitated.

“Go ahead,” he said in a low, sensuous voice. “Release me.”

Trying not to appear too eager, she worked at the button and lowered the zipper, but her hands shook, giving away her nerves. She parted the denim and eased him out, noting that she’d guessed right—his cock was at least ten mouthwatering inches, thick and blue-veined, heavy balls hanging resplendent underneath. She couldn’t wait to get a taste.

Wrapping her fingers around the base, she stroked upward, relishing the silky feel of him. Hard yet smooth. Hot, almost feverish. Slowly she pumped him, smiling a little as he pushed his hips forward with a curse, seeking more.

A pearly drop oozed through the slit in the bulbous head, and she flicked it with her tongue.
So good.
Both salty and sweet, his essence could become addictive. She deep-throated him, taking in as much of his huge rod as possible, barely aware of Zenon nearby, hurriedly stripping off his jeans. His friend could wait. At the moment, she wanted all she could get of this yummy treat. One of his hands fisted in her hair firmly but not enough to hurt as he fucked her mouth with long strokes, groaning in pleasure. When she began to manipulate his balls, he sucked in a sharp breath and pulled back.

“Enough, or this will be over much too soon. Undress for us, pretty one.”

As Harley shimmied out of her ruined top and bra, she thought about his compliment. She was a practical woman when it came to her appeal, and while she wasn’t hideous, neither was she anything special in a world that still valued stick-thin, blond, and waifish. Standing at five feet, eight inches tall and with a voluptuous figure, full lips, high cheekbones, long auburn hair, and green eyes, she wasn’t anywhere near petite. And her looks, coupled with a matching outlook on life, were as bold as the vintage motorcycles her great-grandfather had favored.

She figured there wasn’t any changing those things about herself, so why waste an opportunity with a pair of virile males who didn’t find her lacking?

Wiggling out of her jeans, she ogled her captors, and her heart quickened. Because what was about to happen was more than the slaking of a thirst. No, it was
much
more. Somehow, she knew in her soul that tonight signaled a life change. Whether the change was for the better remained to be seen.

Once her jeans had been kicked aside, Val knelt between her knees and pushed her thighs wide. “My turn. Scoot to the edge.”

She did, and he draped her legs over his shoulders, lowering his mouth to her sex. His tongue tickled her clit with exquisite torture, sending tiny sparks of delight to every nerve ending. She shivered as he laved her pussy and cupped her breasts to thumb the pert nipples, giving her every ounce of attention she’d lacked for so long. Moaning, she arched into him and buried her fingers in his long, dark hair. He drove her crazy with want, but when he lifted her ass and his wet tongue sought the rosebud of her back passage, she gasped.

She’d heard of rimming, but no one had ever done it to her before. Once the initial surprise had passed, she relaxed and gave herself over to the odd sensation that rapidly spread fire from her pussy to her limbs. She melted into a puddle of bliss. His to devour.

“Oh, gods . . .” Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she wanted to say more, to beg, but she couldn’t find the words.

He knew what she wanted and laughed darkly. He licked and suckled, eating her ass like the seasoned pro he undoubtedly was. By the time he lifted his head and wiped his mouth, she writhed helplessly under him, almost insane with need.

“We’re going to fuck you, pretty. Get on your hands and knees.”

Doing as he ordered, she slid off the sofa onto the carpeted floor. Never had she felt so slutty—or so wonderful. Yeah, she should probably be more afraid of what a couple of demons would do with her after this, given the tainted reputation of their race, but caution succumbed to her adventurous spirit. Her desire to be owned.

“Look at her,” Zenon praised. “What a gorgeous piece, ours for the taking.”

Val’s eyes flashed red. “Mmm. And we’re going to ream her from both ends. Feed this hungry slave your cock, Zen.”

“With pleasure.”

The blond demon brought the head to her lips, and she opened like a baby bird. Suckled the spongy head and then swallowed him down, the length and girth every bit as daunting as Val’s meat. Still, she managed a great deal of him, tonguing and sucking the interesting ridges in time with his slow thrusts.

From behind, Val moved in, knelt, and parted her folds. The head of his cock eased inside, worked in and out for a moment to spread her cream. Then he speared her in one forceful glide, making her cry out around Zen’s length.

Gods, it was so fantastically naughty, being filled by two cocks. A pair of sexy males owning her body. Using her for their desires.

If she’d had any remaining doubts, now she fully understood why people sold themselves as sex slaves.

The demons established a rhythm, using her as their fuck hole. Sliding deep and withdrawing to pump her again and again, so wild and hot. How much more of this heaven could she take? Not much. Any second she’d explode.

They powered into her without mercy, her muffled squeals of delight exciting them. Their raw, musky scent of sex teased her nose and her pussy caught fire, her womb quickened—

And she went over the edge with a cry, senses shattering.

Her orgasm triggered the demons’ and they stuffed themselves as deep as possible, gripping her tight. Hot cum spurted, filling her mouth and cunt. She swallowed as fast as she could, but some of Zen’s jizz dribbled down her chin. When they were spent, each of them pulled out, petting her hair and sweaty back with such care that it surprised and pleased her. Replete, she wiped her chin and waited to see what came next.

“You did well, pretty,” Val praised as he joined his friend in front of her. He stroked his rigid length, which showed no sign of tiring. “We’re going to have such fun together . . . before we sell you on the auction block.”

Stunned, she sat back on her heels and stared at the grinning duo.

And acknowledged the rush in her veins for what it was.

Dark, decadent excitement.

“S
lumming, vampire lord?” a husky voice inquired in amusement. “I can’t imagine what could possibly bring a fine man like you to my door.”

If Soren possessed one shred of common sense, he’d have listened to his brother and steered clear of Leila Doucet. A touch of sarcasm in her tone hinted that she’d been expecting him.
Not good.
Beside him, Luc adopted a deceptively loose-limbed stance as Soren greeted the priestess.

“Miss Doucet,” he said smoothly, taking her hand and briefly pressing his lips to the back of it. An old-fashioned gesture, but one that typically disarmed even the most jaded of women.

This was not a typical woman.

“Why do I get the feeling you already
know
the reason?”

The witch leaned against the doorjamb, a catlike smile curving her full lips as she eyed him from head to toe. She had alluring pale skin and long, dark hair flowing around her shoulders. With her willowy body hugged by low-slung, slashed jeans and a minuscule halter top with no bra underneath to hide her pert breasts, she looked like she belonged in a biker bar. Or in his bed, wearing nothing but that naughty smile while his cock was buried in her pussy.

Unfortunately, if the rumors and accusations were true, the book didn’t match the cover. He’d seen her in the city, hanging around the Council meetings that were open to the public, but studying her up close, actually speaking with her, provided a deeper perspective. There was no denying she was beautiful, but her lovely face was a cool mask, dark eyes flat and calculating, devoid of warmth. Absent of a soul.

Soren wondered if she had a dalmatian coat hidden in her closet.

“Come in if you want my help. Makes no difference to me.”