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HADES SQUAD 4:

DEMON SEED

 

 

Jianne Carlo

 

 

www.loose-id.com

Hades Squad 4: Demon Seed

Copyright © January 2012 by Jianne Carlo

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eISBN 978-1-61118-697-0

Editor: Maryam Salim

Cover Artist: Anne Cain

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Dedication

For Tony, whose love of the Amazon basin inspired the setting and the plot of
Demon Seed.

Acknowledgement

I want to thank Tony & Francesca, Don Melville, and Duane de Freitas for helping me with the lingo and geography of the region.

Chapter One

 “Who is he?”

Demon spun and froze. The asshole who’d asked the question carried a primed and pumped GLOCK. And he stood not five feet in front of Demon. He’d slipped up big-time.

Three ugly fuckers flanked the asshole. All with nasty weapons at ready: one Ruger, one Beretta, and one Sig. All .45 caliber. No amateurs in this bunch.

Ambush.

Had to be.

Someone had blown his cover.

He’d checked this very beach five times not three days ago, and save for early morning fishermen and the odd trysting couple, it had always been deserted.

Movement to the left of the asshole seized his attention.

Two women faced off just beyond Scumbag, circling each other.


He
is my lover.” The shorter female pointed at Demon.

He’d never set eyes on the woman who snarled the words. Not that he could see her features clearly. But he had never gone for overripe, short women with obvious Napoleon complexes.

“Make her prove it.” The other female—tall, slender, blonde, and more his type—crossed her arms and tossed the comment over her shoulder to Asshole #1, then turned back to the smaller woman. “Fuck him. Now.”

“No.” Overripe Female all but shouted the word, scaring a squawk out of a pelican that took flight in a staccato of beating wings.

“Why not? I would enjoy watching your lover fuck you. And then I will take a turn.” This from the thug with the GLOCK. The cove faced east, and the sun was halved by the horizon. The fading light cast flickering shadows, and the dusky haze played tricks with his vision. Demon couldn’t discern the thug’s features. Six feet. Two hundred pounds and all of it lean muscle. Brazilian-accented Spanish. Venom laced his words. Not the kind of man you turned your back on.

“I will take a turn once he is finished.” The fucker who’d spoken slurred his words. The wind changed direction, and Demon smelled the stench of sour liquor, unfiltered cigarettes, and stale sex. This fucker rode that vicious stage of drunkenness Demon recognized, a coward wearing the bravado high of alcohol and who knew what else.

The rhythmic pounding of crashing waves added a satanic drumming to the surreal scene: the tropical beach, the luxuriant stretch of coarse sand, one woman bullying another into screwing him; this was one helluva twisted ambush.

“No.” The blonde hissed. “You cannot fuck your sister, Emilio.”

Demon steeled his expression, deciding on his next breath that Emilio would die by his hands—a slow, excruciating death, involving the thug’s stones and a sharp knife.

“Half sister.” Emilio trailed the GLOCK’s barrel up Blondie’s neck. “And I fuck who I want, Consuelo. Maybe I will make him fuck
you
.”

A real woman hater.

“Emilio.” Consuelo didn’t seem concerned about the pistol’s proximity to her jugular. She sank to her knees and began unbuckling Emilio’s belt. “Watch him fuck Jacinta, and I will take care of you.”

“Take her from behind.” Emilio waved the weapon at Demon.

Demon didn’t move a muscle.

“He seems reluctant, Jacinta. I have a mind to see all of them fuck you. One after the other. Julio, you go first.” Emilio waved the GLOCK at the fucker who stank of booze and smoke.

What a prize, this Emilio.

“Me next,” the shorter of the two other fuckers declared as he jammed his gun into his jeans’ waistband and folded his arms.

“Fuck that, Diego. Me after Julio.” The last thug scowled, and he too jeans-holstered his weapon.

“Why do you do this, Emilio?” Jacinta edged backward.

Emilio shrugged. “Why not?”

Demon caught Jacinta’s hiss before she strangled the sound. He risked a quick glance. Hands fisted, she stiffened, and Demon knew if he didn’t act pronto, she’d try to make a run for it.
Piss
. He had no intention of dying on a remote Venezuelan beach. Screw the thugs; he edged around them to stand behind Jacinta. “She’s
my
woman.” Before Demon even finished speaking, he had Jacinta in a tight hold that preempted any movement on her part. “And I don’t fuck on command.”

“Can’t get it up?” Julio taunted, palming the cock he’d freed from his jeans. His unbuttoned shirt showed a belly that would make a full-term pregnant woman jealous.

“Please.” Jacinta tiptoed; Demon bent his head to her. A waft of hot breath feathered his ear, and he knew no one else had heard her plea. “Please.”

Jacinta had remarkable control. Save for the sheer terror in that fervent whisper and her death grip on his forearm, she showed no other signs of distress. She was even shorter than he’d estimated, and the top of her head barely cleared him midchest. These men would literally tear her apart. Even though the altercation screwed his plans royally, no way could Demon leave her with them. “Lift your right leg as high as you can.”

Instant obedience.

The blue dress she wore hiked up to her waist when she raised her leg. She was surprisingly flexible and stood perfectly still, one hand wrapped behind her right thigh, nose about two inches above her kneecap. He couldn’t help but notice her snow-white cotton panties. Little girl panties.

Shadows coated the details of her features. Long wavy hair, square jaw, no clue as to eye color or shape. He cupped one ass cheek, hooked an arm under her knee, and lifted her up.

Instincts kicked in, and she locked her legs above his rear.

“I don’t fuck on command.” Her pussy rubbed his groin, and damned if he wasn’t as hard as a steel girder in one second. The adrenaline. Must be. He palmed her ass.

“He will give me to them. Please do it.” Her soft whisper had his neck hair bristling.

Demon almost dropped her but instead whirled around and stalked toward the surf, assessing different scenarios. Counting on the sluggish response of senses dulled by alcohol and the fact that the only man with a ready weapon had a hot mouth wrapped around his cock, Demon picked up the pace and waded into the surf, not stopping until the water reached midboot.

“Get them!” A chorus of angry birds screeched their disapproval at Emilio’s roar, and the flapping of dozens of wings added to the confused reactions on the sloped beach.

Demon set Jacinta on her feet, tugged the dress over her head, and removed the strangely arousing panties—counting on the men being distracted by her naked, curvy ass. “On your knees fast. Don’t face the sea.”

Working with lightning speed, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and freed his cock.

Julio didn’t move but stared at Demon and Jacinta.

Demon had to keep them distracted, and only one scenario ensured that.

When Jacinta knelt, Diego took a couple of steps in their direction, his eyes glued to her spread legs and high rump.

Jacinta’s plump bottom glowed golden in the last rays of the sinking sun.

Emilio, gaze trained on Jacinta’s breasts, cupped the back of Consuelo’s head with one hand. His other arm hung loosely at his side and had the GLOCK in a two-finger trigger grip.

Demon figured he needed a three-minute diversion. The sunlight was fading quickly, and the crucial cover of darkness wouldn’t matter one whit if any one of the fuckers got a hint of what he intended.

Trying to shield her pussy from the assholes, Demon knew he didn’t have time to test her readiness, so he grabbed her waist and drove hard.

The sun took that moment to sink beyond the horizon, the hazy light vanished, and night, dark and dank, sank over the bay.

“Fucking shiiiiiiit,” Diego snapped. “I can’t see a fucking thing.”

“Get the flashlight, you fucking idiot!” Emilio’s shout masked Jacinta’s strangled whimper.

Ignoring the heat of her pussy, the sheer ecstasy pulling at his balls, and the clamping delight of the tight, tight fit, Demon covered her back and whispered, “The second he starts heading for the car, I’m going to roll you over a couple of times. Can you swim?”

“Yes.”

“The fucking flashlight! Now!” Emilio bellowed.

Never had Demon encountered a problem withdrawing from a woman. Never had he hesitated to do his duty, but the sheer agony of leaving her pussy fogged his instinctive reactions for a nanosecond. He glanced up.

Diego and the other fucker were sprinting up the beach. The wet sand, their heavy boots, and alcohol consumption combined with the total blackness had them stumbling and tripping over their own feet. One fucker fell flat on his face.

Blondie had her arms wrapped around Emilio’s waist, and he was trying to shake her off.

The dark outline of Julio’s protruding belly hadn’t moved more than two feet.

Demon went into action.

The whole scene went down better than he expected, and they were deep in the thundering surf before the first shot rang out.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, put your arms around my neck, and take a deep breath.”

She never uttered a word, but did as he said and tucked her head below his chin.

Demon plunged into a cresting wave and dived below the turbulent undertow. SEALs could hold their breath for a long time, minimum of two minutes, but he could do five.

Jacinta couldn’t.

The Gulf of Paria—fed by the mighty Orinoco River and the Atlantic—didn’t have the clarity of the turquoise Caribbean Sea. So he couldn’t gauge her level of comfort or how long she’d last underwater with his eyes, but he could feel when her fingers curled tighter around his neck, and surfaced immediately.

Keeping her head well above water, he paddled and waited for her panting to subside.

“Better?” Even this close, he couldn’t see much save for the whites of her eyes and the small gap between her two middle teeth. She wore a little girl bra—cotton, white, with wide straps. Probably necessary to support those large, round breasts. Damned if his blasted cock didn’t take that as somehow alluring.

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