The Demon's Seduction (4 page)

Thalia's expression was hidden by the fall of her shiny midnight hair as she sighed against Leraye’s frozen lips. And this time he saw it. The statue had actually changed color.

Leraye had changed color. Thalia needed to kiss Leraye again.

Zepar pulled out of the blonde's body, feeling tainted and rose abruptly. His fingers circled her wrist as he pulled her off the bed. “Time for you to go.”

“Go?”

He practically threw her dress at her.

She tried to get him to let her stay. She twined her arms and legs around his unmoving body and rubbed against him. “Please let me stay,” she begged.

Shit. The first human who seemed to have some interested in him and he needed her gone right now. Leraye had changed color. That was far more important. If this human loved him, it wouldn't disappear right away. The fact that Zepar could care less if he never saw the human again would have to be addressed. Later.

He summoned Figgins. "Make her comfortable." Figgins hustled the woman out without any further conversation.

“What was wrong with
her
?” Thalia sniped.

“Too adventurous.” Zepar lied. If she was in love with him he would have to submit for the power she could give the Demons.

“What the hell are you looking for?”

“I’ll know when it’s just right.”

Thalia lifted her legs from the restraint of the statue’s arms and curled against Leraye.

Zepar couldn’t believe he’d let Thalia distract him. They had bigger matters to attend to right now.

“He changed color.”

“Who?” Thalia yawned, her eyelids drooping.

“Leraye.”

Her eyelids popped open. "You really believe he changed color?"

“Kiss him.”

“Excuse me?”

Zepar placed his hand on Thalia's shoulder and pushed her face toward Leraye. “Kiss him.”

“It’s not enough that you fucked her with me in the room. Now you want to watch me with him again?” Her voice quavered. She sounded hurt. Zepar paused, stunned by his thoughts. He hadn't been fucking the human, he'd been fucking Thalia.

“Please.” Zepar stroked a finger down her cheek. “He gained color when your breath blew across his lips. I’m wondering what would happen if you kiss him.”

Thalia stared at him for another moment. “As you command.”

She placed her lips against the stone and kissed him. The sight of her lush mouth on his friend's pale lips twisted something inside his stomach.

More color flooded through the stone body, the grayish white warming, and Zepar could feel a change in the temperature of Leraye’s shoulder. “He’s getting warmer,” Zepar said excitedly.

Zepar straddled Leraye’s bent knees. He surrounded her body with his embrace and clasped them both closer to Leraye. “Blow into his mouth.”

As if from a distance, Zepar noted the silky softness of her back against the hard planes of his chest. Her hip was solid against his sex and balls, which hung between Leraye’s legs. Zepar kept his hands curled around Leraye’s shoulders so he could monitor the change in the stone’s temperature.

Perhaps Leraye could be saved. Hope began to blossom in Zepar’s chest.

Thalia blew into Leraye’s mouth and more color flooded his friend’s cheeks. The skin beneath Zepar’s palms began to warm.

“More.”

With every kiss she bestowed upon the statue, Leraye’s skin thawed and the tone began to change from the white of stasis into a more natural skin tone.

Thalia paused.

“Why are you stopping?”

“Because I need to catch my breath. And this position hurts my neck.”

“Straddle him.”

Thalia turned to face Leraye and straddled him like she’d done earlier. Her chest still heaved.

“Help me,” she said crossly.

“What?”

“We can take turns.”

While they argued, Leraye’s skin began to cool.

“You’re right. We’ll take turns.” Zepar pressed his lips to the hard stone mouth. With a strange sensation swirling in the pit of his stomach, he blew. He wanted to keep his eyes open but they slowly drifted shut.

Disorienting contradictions bombarded his senses. Leraye’s frozen, rigid thighs beneath his own, Thalia's warm silk back against his chest, the solid curve of Leraye’s shoulders beneath his hot palms, and the cold sensual shape of Leraye’s stone lips against his.

Zepar inhaled and kissed the statue again and again, each time forcing more air into his friend’s mouth.

He wasn’t sure but he thought Leraye’s lips might have softened.

Zepar broke away, his chest heaving. “Your turn.”

“He’s getting more color!” Thalia’s granite eyes sparkled. “I think it’s working.”

Leraye did have more color, his skin was a pinkish yellow.

Zepar curled around Thalia and Leraye and stared intently at his friend’s face, waiting for a true sign of animation. Thalia continued to kiss and blow air into Leraye’s mouth.

After a few more minutes, she paused. “Your turn.”

Zepar thought he saw a flash of awareness in Leraye’s electric blue eyes when he tilted his head and pressed his lips against the statue. His mouth was definitely warmer.

Zepar pressed his mouth harder against the stone, and hoped for some sign, some movement. He blew more breath into the slowly awakening Leraye.

After several more minutes, Zepar took another break.

Thalia pressed her lips to Leraye’s and Zepar searched the statue looking for more signs of life. But by taking turns, he and Thalia couldn't pump enough continuous air into Leraye to thaw him.

“Let’s try this.” Zepar pressed his cheek to Thalia’s. “If we blow together, perhaps it will be enough.”

Thalia nodded, her gaze soft upon Leraye’s face.

Zepar’s lips touched both Thalia and Leraye’s mouths as they blew together.

“Harder.” They inhaled long and deep together. The tips of Thalia’s nipples brushed against Leraye’s chest, which was almost skin tone and warm to the touch. His eyes were a bright pale blue.

Together Zepar and Thalia leaned in and blew repeatedly.

Thalia’s chest heaved. “I’ve got to stop for a second.” She rested her forehead in the crook of Leraye’s neck.

But Zepar couldn’t wait. They were so close. He could feel it. Zepar pressed his lips to his friend’s once again.

He inhaled and blew as hard as he could.

Stars danced behind his eyelids, and the mouth beneath his moved. Zepar’s eyes popped open.

Joy flooded Zepar. They had done it. They had brought Leraye back from stasis.

Then suddenly Leraye’s mouth wasn’t just moving. He was kissing Zepar, his lips warm and firm against Zepar’s mouth. So thrilled, Zepar grasped Leraye’s head and kissed him back. Leraye’s tongue, warm, wet, alive pressed against Zepar’s lips and desire flooded him.

In that prison, their sexual interaction had been born of necessity. Their intercourse only a way to relieve the sexual cravings, not a life choice. Lovers determined by proximity. While Zepar had no problem with Demons who preferred their own sex, he was not one of them.

But Leraye's kiss made a mockery of that belief.

Horror replaced joy as he realized his cock was erect.

Because he’d been kissing his friend.

Thalia realized three things at once.

Leraye was breathing on his own. His bright blue gaze sentient and aware.

Zepar’s cock was poking into her back and she was pretty sure it wasn't because of her.

And she was naked, her pussy pressed against Leraye’s also very erect, hot, pulsing cock.

“You’re awake. I’ve got to tell Gaap.” Zepar jumped up and away from them so quickly that he shoved Thalia closer against Leraye’s very happy erection.

But Zepar didn’t leave.

Leraye tilted his chin down, but she caught the flash of hurt quickly masked by a wicked smile. His mouth was red, his lips swollen. “Hello, angel.” Leraye had been kissing Zepar. Really kissing him.

Based on the Demon cock that had poked her in the back, Zepar had liked it and that was totally freaking him out. Because everyone knew that Zepar didn’t do males not since they’d escaped their prison.

As Thalia processed all of that, she had to wonder why. Zepar had been aroused by kissing Leraye. There should be no shame in that.

Zepar still hovered by the doorway as if unable to leave. "You are revived. Truly?"

"Yes." Leraye's deep voice was rusty with disuse. His arms circled Thalia, trembling and still a little weak, even as he leveled a knowing look at her. "And a special thanks to you for keeping me company whilst I was incapacitated."

Thalia flushed remembering the things she’d confided in Leraye while he was a statue that she thought was going to be a statue forever. Did he know?

“Don’t,” he whispered and brushed his lips against hers. His mouth was warm and accepting and more tender than she would have expected for such a fierce warrior.

“What’s a little air between friends?” His gaze was steady on Zepar.

She assumed he was trying to reassure Zepar that the kiss hadn't meant anything. Trying to settle them back into a friendship. And it worked.

The relief on Zepar's face was impossible to miss. "Exactly." Zepar's shoulders relaxed. "What a miracle that our breath could resuscitate you. I only wish we'd known sooner."

"Thank the Gods you are recovered." Thalia brushed a comforting palm over Leraye's bald head.

“You know I might need a little more resuscitation,” he murmured against her lips.

“You want me to...?” she breathed into his mouth.

He slid his tongue inside her mouth and ran the tip around the inside of her lips. A buzz sizzled through her.

His arms curled around her back and underneath her buttocks. His kiss turned feral and her insides melted. There was heat and want in his actions. Leraye slanted his head and attended to her mouth in earnest.

Desire slammed into her as his fingers slid along the seam of her buttocks and he pressed her damp sex into his growing erection. He brought one hand up to cup her breast, the calluses of his fingertips a sensual play against her chilled flesh. He slithered his tongue further into her mouth and she opened all the way for him.

“I’ll just...go.” Zepar’s dazed voice broke into Thalia consciousness. She’d been lost in a haze of arousal.

Thalia listened until his footsteps stopped echoing on the stone floor and then gently pulled her mouth from Leraye’s. The move left her bereft. “He’s gone.”

The chill of the air turned their heated embrace cold.

Leraye’s fingers tightened their hold on her body as she attempted to rise. “Where are you going?”

“Wasn’t that just to prove a point?”

“Does this feel like I’m trying to prove a point?” He prodded the head of his erection against her clitoris then slid the hard member along her slick nether lips. “I thought you might like a little reciprocation for all the hours of pleasure you’ve given me.”

Thalia flushed bright red as she remembered all the things she'd said and done to his statue.

“Let me just say that I love how flexible you are.”

“Oh my Gods.”

“And frankly since I just had to sit through you grinding your sweet ass into me while we watched him fuck her, I deserve a fuck of my own.” He slid the head of his cock just inside her wet channel.

“You could see that too?”

“I could see and hear everything. I just couldn’t respond.”

Conflicting emotions careened through her. She was oddly attracted to Leraye. Perhaps because he knew her secrets. “But you are a Lord. It is against the rules.”

The door to his chamber banged open like a sentry warning her of forbidden territory.

“I’ve been frozen in stasis for the past month. I can pretty much guarantee that if I want carnal attention from you that no one is going to deny me.”

Thalia hid her face in the curve of Leraye's neck, hyper-aware of her nudity and the fact that his cock was nestled just inside of her pussy. Her womb clenched as if trying to draw him further inside but he would not be swayed.

“Isn’t that right Prince?”

Lovely. The Prince was here.

“Absolutely.” Prince Gaap spoke with joy in his voice. "You are recovered then?"

"I am regaining my strength with every kiss." Leraye spoke in a deep rumble.

Zepar grunted as if someone punched him.
Wonderful. Zepar was here as well
.

"I would have Barbas examine you." The Prince's words were laced with steel.

Thalia wanted to burrow into the shelter of Leraye's arms and avoid the intruders.

"Later," Leraye growled as if he sensed her discomfort with their audience.

Silence accompanied his demand.

Finally, Barbas said with a hint of laughter, "He appears healthy enough."

Leraye held her tightly. "If you please, Prince Gaap." Leraye spoke over the curve of Thalia's shoulder. "Leave us until morning."

"As long as Thalia is willing, I'll allow this reprieve," the Prince said.

"Yes." Her voice was muffled as she spoke against Leraye's neck.

The door banged shut. And Leraye seated his cock fully into her.

She was already swollen and needy from the earlier session with Zepar, and her channel, slick with cum, accommodated his invasion with ease.

“Let us retire to the bed, my angel.” Leraye stood in one swift movement, the muscles in his abdomen rippling against her pubis. Thalia whimpered as the hard rod of his erection and the weight of gravity pushed her clitoris down upon his cock.

His legs trembled.

"Let me walk," she protested and tried to care for him.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded. In the month of her one-sided congress with Leraye, she had forgotten he was a warrior and Demon of Battle.

He lifted her buttocks and strode toward the bed. With each stride, she bounced. She curled her hands around the curve of his shoulder and feathered her fingers over the scars on his back. The uneven surface was a tactile testament to his battle prowess.