Desire After Dark: Lords of Pleasure (14 page)

The demon’s strokes paused, and something damp and velvety pushed onto his cock, nice and easy until his organ was totally encased. It took him a second to realize his mistress had found something to kneel on and was fucking herself on Luc’s cock. When his captives found a rhythm, the demon’s downstroke pushing Luc into his mistress’s pussy again and again, he began to beg in earnest.

“Oh saints, please! I can’t take it!”

“You can and you will,” the demon said, fucking him harder.

Soon the huge rod slammed into his ass with brutal force, the three of them slapping together, their mutual pleasure finding voice and rising in crescendo.

I am owned. Here for their taking.

He loved it. He would never be the same again, and didn’t want to be.

“I’ll feed from him, Valkyrie,” the demon panted. It wasn’t a request.

A hand—belonging to his mistress, he thought—reached and untied the string that had been restricting his balls. No longer prevented from coming, Luc hardly had time to exult in this freedom. Fingers buried themselves in his hair and yanked his head back so hard the tendons in his neck stretched. Legion’s tongue licked the cords of his throat, anticipating his feeding.

Because demons loved blood and red meat, too, along with the sex. They loved to gorge and fuck.

“Do it,” Luc heard himself beg.

The demon chuckled, the sound dark. Then his fangs grazed the delicate skin of Luc’s throat. And then he struck, razor-sharp teeth sinking deep. Luc screamed in mind-blowing pain as the volcanic release shot from his balls, emptying into his mistress. The demon’s jaws held him in a crushing vise, drinking in great draws, tearing, slurping at his neck, grunting in pleasure, fucking Luc so hard he was certain he’d be torn apart.

He didn’t care.

Legion buried himself one last time and came, throwing his head back to roar in triumph. He filled Luc with hot, creamy ropes of cum as the Valkyrie spasmed around
his
cock. On and on they jerked until at last Luc hung spent, limp in his restraints. After a couple more pulses, the demon eased out. Luc hated the empty feeling, but he was too sated and dizzy to complain.

“Look at him, so golden and pretty,” the demon praised, kissing Luc’s sweaty temple. “Open from my cock, my cum leaking from his ass.”

The blindfold was removed, and Luc found himself staring at the most stunning demon he’d ever seen.
Take me like that again. Devour me.
But he couldn’t voice the thought aloud; he couldn’t speak.

Legion whispered into his ear, for his hearing only. “Don’t worry, pretty boy. I will.”

The thrill of those words was drowned by the buzzing in his ears. Kass sounded upset, but he wasn’t sure why. Something about the demon getting carried away…

Then the room and his captors faded, and he heard nothing more.

Kass straightened, her body humming from the intense orgasm. That had been the mother of all sessions from her perspective, so she could only imagine how shattering it must’ve been for Luc—

She turned, and a cry escaped her lips. “You son of a bitch! You got carried away, and you’ve hurt him!” Shoving away the padded bench she’d been kneeling on, she cupped his pale face in her hands. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving. A ragged gash marred his throat where Legion had fed. “Fix this or I’ll gut you.”

“No need for threats, dearest. I’d intended to put him to rights before I left.” Stepping around Luc, the demon sighed. “Damnation, I did get a bit rough. Not that he didn’t thoroughly enjoy himself.”

“I believe that nearly severing his head from his neck is more than ‘a bit rough.’” Her withering glare had no effect on the demon, who simply set about taking care of their captive with unhurried motions.

Nudging Kass aside, he cradled Luc’s head and leaned in. His long tongue bathed the area that he’d savaged while feeding, and the wound gradually began to close. When it was sealed, he surveyed it with satisfaction. “Just a pink scar that will be gone in a few days.” Glancing around at her, he arched a brow. “This isn’t the first time we’ve shared a slave, nor is it the first time you’ve seen the results of one of my rather enthusiastic feedings. What hold does this vampire have over you? And which of you, exactly, is the slave?”

The answer to the first was not something she would share with the demon. The second wasn’t anything she hadn’t asked herself before. Ignoring Legion, she responded to neither. “Help me get him upstairs and settled before you go.”

“My pleasure.” His tone mocked her.

She ignored that, too. But it wasn’t easy.

Legion supported Luc while she unbuckled the straps at his wrists and ankles; then she teleported them both to her chambers. The demon carried Luc to the master bath, where she ran water in the tub. Once it was ready, he carefully set the vampire into the water as she climbed in as well. Together they soaped Luc from head to toe, then rinsed. The vampire remained insensate the entire time, clearly out for the duration of the evening.

“If you’ve harmed him,” she warned as Legion placed Luc in her bed, “I’ll castrate you and throw your balls into a roaring fire.”

The demon only laughed. “First gutting, and then emasculating. He must really be special. Tell me, is he your mate?”

She hesitated a beat too long, and she knew he read the truth in her eyes. “None of your business.”

“Right. Well, I’m pea green with envy that he belongs to you, Kassandra. Should you ever wish to have him off your hands, you know how to reach me.”

She doubted very much that day would ever come.

“On second thought…Watch out, love, or I may just try to take him from you.”

Of
that
, she had no doubt whatsoever.

Just as she knew that the demon was her very last worry when it came to losing Luc.

Luc came awake slowly. His brain was sluggish, as though he’d been on an all-night drinking binge, but without the pounding headache. He moved around some, finding himself in a soft, comfortable bed. It was so nice, he couldn’t get motivated to get up.

“You need to eat. Especially after last night.”

Raising his head, he saw Kass carrying a tray into the bedroom. Then he noticed he was in her bed, not in his own room. A fragrant scent reached his nose, a combination of steak, eggs, toast, and coffee.

His stomach issued a loud growl, and she laughed. “Apparently, I’m not a minute too soon.”

“I’m starving,” he admitted. Then the memory of last night hit, and he glanced around warily. “Where’s the demon?”

“Legion went home last night after he helped me clean you up and get you in bed.”

“You say that like taking care of your lovers is a chore he’s done many times.” The idea irritated him to no end, though it shouldn’t have.

“Definitely not a chore, especially where you’re concerned. But, yes, he has assisted me in the past after we were finished playing with some slave or party guest.”

His annoyance increased—which, in turn, annoyed him. He didn’t want it to matter so much that Kass obviously had quite the history with Legion, the super-hung, proficient-in-the-dungeon demon. It
did
matter, though—too fucking much.

“How often have you
played
with him?” he asked, pushing up to recline against the headboard.

Setting the tray across his lap, she straightened, looking amused. “Are you jealous?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”
Fuck, yes!

“In that case, it won’t bother you to know we’ve shared many subs, or ‘pets’ as Legion calls them. He has an insatiable appetite for sex that far surpasses my own, and that’s saying a lot. His taste, as you’ve likely ascertained, runs mostly to men. And that suits me marvelously, as I prefer for my ménage partners to be bisexual males—guy action turns me on like a solar flare, yet I like for them to pay attention to me as well. Further questions?”

He scowled at her expression of amusement. At first he thought she was making fun at his expense. But as he replayed last night in his mind, he began to see things in a different light.

Last night…Gods, yes.

That had been one of the most extraordinary scenes of his life. A man could live for centuries and never experience a sexual encounter like that one—so intense that it was soul-changing. Not a one of his past scenes at the resort back home could begin to compare. Was that because with Kass he’d given up complete control for a change, rather than being the one in charge, or feeling obliged to please the guests?

Yes, he decided. That important shift had made all the difference. Never, ever, had anyone focused solely on breaking down his mind and body, on making him new. Sex had rarely been about himself, but about others. And sure, the income it brought to the Fontaine brothers’ fortune. At least that was true for him—he couldn’t speak for Soren or Aldric.

“Luc, eat,” Kass said softly, settling on the bed beside him.

“Thank you, the breakfast is delicious.”

“You’re welcome. Have to keep you healthy if you’re going to survive living with me.” She winked, and he smiled in return.

“Then you’re going to have to feed me quite a lot, if last night is any indication.”

“Last night was…special. Any scene involving Legion takes on a whole new degree of titillation and danger. I don’t think anyone, even another immortal, could hold up to indulging too often with him.”

In a way, he was glad to hear her say that. “But there will be more?”

“Of course. He’s a horny bastard, in case you didn’t notice. And he’s quite taken with you, so I don’t think he’ll stay away for very long.”

His dick twitched at the thought and made a valiant attempt to revive itself, but the poor devil wasn’t up to the task yet. “How long have you known him?”

“A thousand years, give or take.”

Blazing hell. That was a long history indeed. Then again, if the demon and Kass were going to become a couple, they would have done so long before a millennium had passed. Luc had nothing to be worried about.

There it was again, the stab of anxiety when he thought of losing Kass. Was it just because she’d saved his life, then continued to bring him more pleasure than he’d experienced in the past few decades combined? No, he had to be honest. Great sex was part of it, but not all.

He felt drawn to Kass. She was strong, and capable of giving as good as she got. Protective, he thought, recalling how she’d laid into Legion for being too rough. She treated those around her, even her slaves, with kindness and consideration—as shown
when she’d asked for volunteers to feed Luc rather than ordering those of her choosing to service him. And of course, she was sweet on Taryn.

Kass was incredible. Beautiful. She smelled like heaven.

She’s my mate!

No denying it any longer. Oh fuck. Did she know? Was that the reason she’d kept him here with lame excuses about why she couldn’t yet send him home?

Luc didn’t have one clue what he was supposed to do now. Their lives were so divergent; neither of them belonged in the other’s world.

“Is something wrong?”

Pulled from his thoughts, he took in her concerned face and shook his head. “No. Should there be?”

“Not at all.” Rising, she took his tray. “I’ll take this back to the kitchen, and then Serena wants to speak to me about something. In the meantime, you may find one of your Chosen to drink from if you have need.”

“And after that?”

“Fetch Taryn or one of the guards, and the two of you can practice your fighting skills. I may be occupied for a while.”

Kass’s eyes didn’t meet his as she swept from the room.

Odin huddled against the snowy mountain, shivering with cold.

Not only had the journey been a long one, fraught with peril, but he’d arrived only to be met with the rock face of the Fates’ door solidly closed against him. He was freezing his gods-damned balls off, and he had no idea how long they might make him wait, or if they’d ever deign to see him. If they didn’t—

No, they must. He
had
to have an answer to his dilemma. Even if he had to wait for an eternity.

That won’t be necessary, ruler of Valhalla. Enter.

That cool, feminine voice, urging him like a siren’s song, chilled him as the cold hadn’t done. He couldn’t resist the order now if he wanted—if one of the Fates spoke directly in one’s ear, one had no choice but to do her bidding. That was the chance one took in meddling with them.

Fuck. The mountain rumbled, the shaking seeming to reach deep into its bowels as the rock face slid open to reveal a passage lit by torches. Sucking in a deep breath, he told himself he was a god. He was capable of taking whatever they dished out.

Leave your pride in the snow, or the rest of you can remain outside with it.

Double fuck
. With an effort, he cleared his mind of all thoughts the trio might deem the least bit offensive. Which, as it happened, was just about everything in his brain. So he focused on the cavern, the dancing patterns the flames made on the walls as he made his way deeper inside. He simply followed the dirt path, trusting the voices to lead him where he must go.

Soon he came to a large, round, cathedral-like chamber. A fire pit blazed in the center, and around the pit three beautiful females wearing gossamer white robes sat on plump pillows. As always, awe at the sight of them lodged his heart in his throat.