Spanked by an Angel [Notorious Nephilim 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

He laughed, sipping his glass of wine. “Let me catch up first.”

Zach finished the song, winking at her again. Then the band started to play “Livin’ on a Prayer.” The women near the stage screamed and danced as Zach did a near-perfect Bon Jovi imitation.

“He’s a very good singer.”

“He’s a big ham when he has a microphone in from of him,” said Emmett.

Abigail looked up into his face. “You sound jealous.”

“Do I? Well, I outshine him in other ways.” He nuzzled her neck, and shock waves traveled down her torso, all the way to her soaking wet pussy. What the hell was in this drink?

“Is that so, Emmett? In what ways, may I ask?”

Emmett’s gaze burned into her soul. The air took on that electrified feeling, and she couldn’t tell if his hair stood on end because he’d styled it that way or if she was experiencing that odd reaction again.

“The best way to compare is to have us both at the same time, Abigail. Besides, aren’t you dying to see my room?”

She bit back a moan as shivers ran up and down her spine. Her nipples and clit began to throb. Images of fucking them both danced through her mind. Would Zach spank her again? Did Emmett have any favorite kink she hadn’t yet discovered?

She shook her head to clear the image. After everything they’d told her earlier, how could she be certain their seduction was real and not simply part of their angel magic, or whatever they used? Could she even trust her own reactions? She’d certainly acted out of character so far.

“Why would I be dying to see your room, Emmett? What’s so special about it?”

“It overlooks your favorite lake and has an enclosed balcony. We could make love out there, and it would be like doing it outdoors. Let me get you another drink while you think about it,” he whispered close to her ear.

She watched Emmett walk away, wishing she had the nerve to just let go and enjoy herself with him and Zach. She turned and watched Zach again while she waited for Emmett to return. His eyes stayed on her as he sang, as if she were the only woman in the room. The muscles on his arms stood out, lit by the harsh stage lights, making her remember his strength as he held her over one knee and reddened her ass. She longed to feel that sting again.

As soon as the thought entered her head, she mentally chased away the image. Abigail had never allowed her fantasies such free rein, and she’d never been this aroused. But was it real? When she left here, would she even remember them, or would the memories fade over time, like a forgotten dream? She’d felt guilty when accusing Zach of playing a game, but isn’t that what they both were doing right now? They did this all the time. Why should they treat her any differently?

When Emmett returned, she sipped her drink this time. She needed to stay in control of her senses for the rest of this party. The band finished their set, and someone flipped a switch, filling the room with the sounds of Madonna’s
Like a Virgin
album. Zach disappeared behind the stage for a few minutes, and when he emerged, he strolled toward Emmett and Abigail like a big cat, deliberate and focused. The cheetah print only enhanced the image.

“You look like you’re having a good time,” he said, before planting a soft kiss on her lips.

“I am. You have an amazing voice.”

He grinned, and she wanted him. Right there and then. On the floor, even. She was in deep shit here. The safest thing to do would be to fake a headache or something and retreat to the safety of her room.

“Thank you, Abigail.” He took a long chug from the bottle of water he held then glanced around the room. “Great turnout.”

“Yeah,” said Emmett, “looks like almost everyone is here. Did Tiffany point out the other owners to you, Abigail?”

“Well, I know who Gregory is.” She watched him dance with three women, all dressed like Madonna. The
Miami Vice
look didn’t suit him, but she didn’t want to be rude and say so. Reeve and Niko were standing in the center of a large group of women who all seemed to be talking at once. “And Tiffany already pointed out Reeve and Niko.”

“That’s Demetrius.” Zach indicated a man with piercing hazel eyes dressed like MC Hammer. Abigail bit back a giggle as his pants ballooned out like a parachute. The two bright-haired women he danced with didn’t seem to mind.

“Abigail and I were discussing what to do after the party,” said Emmett. “I’m trying to persuade her to check out my room. With both of us.”

She was barely able to swallow the sip of rum she’d just taken before she choked on it. Perhaps she should have asked them if part of their Nephilim powers included reading minds?

“We weren’t actually discussing
that
, Emmett.”

Emmett winked, and Abigail felt a fierce blush crawl up her neck.

“No, but you were thinking about it, weren’t you?”

“I hope she is,” said Zach, putting an arm around her shoulder. The scent of sweat mixed with his smell of baked apples and cinnamon, rendering Abigail unable to form a coherent thought. She stared at his mouth, fighting the urge to shove her tongue between his lips right there, in front of everyone.

“So, Abigail, are you thinking about it?”

Zach’s gray eyes bore into hers as she struggled to take a breath. Abigail felt poised on the edge of a great precipice. If she let go and jumped, she’d find everything she was looking for.

“Maybe.”
Coward.

A slow, wicked grin spread over Zach’s face. “I’ll take maybe. Would you like to dance? Our second set won’t start for about an hour.”

“I haven’t danced in a long time. I’d look like a fool.”

Zach glanced around the room. “I doubt it.” He took her hands. “Just move your body and listen to the music.”

Abigail kept her gaze trained on Zach and Emmett and willed herself to relax, but she was comfortable only when the two slow songs on the album played. Zach and Emmett took turns twirling her around the floor during “Love Don’t Live Here Anymore” and “Shoo-Bee-Doo,” and by the time the album ended, Abigail was dizzy with the effects of the rum and their combined scents.

She tried to remember if she and Malcolm had ever danced and, except for their wedding reception, couldn’t think of a time when they had. He’d certainly never paid as much attention to her as these two did.

Zach brought her a third drink as they sat down to take a break.

“No, I’d better not.”

“It’s a party, Abigail.”

“You two are just trying to get me drunk.”

“No,” said Emmett, stroking her hair, “we’re trying to get you to relax and have fun.”

“I am having fun.”

“Then why do you look like you’re ready to bolt?”

She lowered her gaze to the table. “Do you really want to know?”

“Are you thinking about everything we told you earlier?” asked Zach, leaning close.

She nodded. “Yes, but that’s not what I’m trying to work out.”

Zach took her hand and caressed the back of it. His touch sent shock waves straight to her groin.

“Zach, how do I know this is real?”

“What do you mean?”

She lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. “I accused you of playing a game the morning after we made love, and you were so hurt. But earlier you two told me this is what you do. You seduce the guests. It’s why most of them come here. Why should I believe it’s any different with me?”

“Because you’re different,” said Emmett. “Look around you, Abigail. Tell me what you see.”

She took a cursory glance around the room. “The same thing I’ve been watching all night. Groups of women throwing themselves at the other owners.”

“Exactly,” he whispered. “If you weren’t sitting here with us, we’d be surrounded by them as well. They use us like sex toys. But most of them don’t talk to us or ask questions about what we like or don’t like. They don’t ask about the history of this place or become sympathetic when we tell them our fate. They’re not interested in us as people.”

“But you’re not people, are you? I mean…I don’t know what I mean. I’m confused.’

Emmett grinned. “Abigail, in this form, we’re as human as anyone in this room.”

“Can you take another form?”

“Not completely,” said Zach, his voice wistful. “I know you find this difficult to understand, but it’s rare a woman wants to get to know us outside the bedroom. And no one has ever come looking for me to apologize when they think they wronged me.”

Abigail’s breath caught in her throat at the tender look on his face. She flicked her gaze from one man to the other, trying to see past their hypnotic eyes and into their hearts. She wanted desperately to believe them.

“What can we say to convince you this isn’t just a game?” asked Emmett, taking her other hand. His touch was like fire against her skin.

“If it’s not a game, what is it?”

He leaned close, and she took a deep breath. For the rest of her life, no matter what happened during her stay here, the smell of coconut and vanilla would remind her of the first time she looked into Emmett’s ice-blue eyes.

“It’s the chance for Abigail Emily Cosslin to be treated the way she deserves to be. It’s finally time for her to be romanced and seduced, and to have all her fantasies fulfilled.”

“You haven’t been treated right by any of the men in your life, have you?” asked Zach.

Abigail fought against the tears that threatened. His words opened up a wound as images flashed before her eyes: her father yelling at her to get better grades so she didn’t embarrass him; her parents wringing their hands in frustration when she admitted she had sneaked out to see a movie with Billy Weston, a boy from “the wrong end of town,” as her mother called it; Malcolm telling her on their wedding day he forbade her to take cello lessons any longer; her father looking at her as though she was dirt under his shoe when the scandal about Malcolm and Didi broke, as though it had somehow been her fault.

She swallowed hard as Zach reached up to wipe a tear off her cheek. These two weren’t her father or Malcolm. They weren’t judging her or trying to mold her into something she didn’t want to be. All they asked of her was time and attention, and they were willing to give her the same in return, and more. They were willing to make all her secret, buried fantasies come true. It was harmless, and there were no strings attached. They weren’t going to leave her life in shambles when they finished with her. There was no reason to fear them.

“Let’s go,” she whispered. “I want to be with both of you tonight.”

Abigail followed Emmett into his room. Zach walked in behind her, closing the door softly. The drapes were open, and soft moonlight bathed the room. Emmett tossed the key on a table, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly.

Behind her, Zach began to remove her jewelry and hair accessories. Abigail moaned into Emmett’s open mouth when Zach ran his hands down her legs, lifting each one to remove her boots. When he reached under her skirt to pull down her tights, she wrapped her hands around Emmett’s head and kissed him deeper.

This was already more intense than any fantasy she’d ever had about making love to two men at once. By the time they were naked, she’d be nothing more than a lump of flesh in their hands. Emmett’s hands trailed down her back and over her ass, caressing softly. Zach pulled down her skirt then knelt beside her to stroke her right thigh.

“Let’s go out on the balcony,” Emmett said softly, taking her hand.

Emmett removed his shirt, and Abigail followed him and Zach out onto the balcony. Zach pulled his shirt off as well, and Abigail giggled as she remembered him counting to three before they each removed their last piece of clothing.

“Shouldn’t have given her the third drink,” muttered Emmett.

“I’m fine.” Abigail started to pull off her crop top, but Zach’s hands caught her wrists.

“Let us do that. We’re here to pleasure you, Abigail. I want you to have so many orgasms you lose count.”

Emmett hadn’t been teasing about the balcony. It overlooked Glacier Lake and was enclosed for the winter, but offered an unobstructed view on three sides with floor-to-ceiling windows. The effect was like being outdoors, but she couldn’t feel the cold.

“It’s beautiful.”

“It sure is,” said Zach.

She moaned loudly as he fastened his mouth on her breast, teasing through her clothes. Emmett knelt in front of her and moved aside her thong to lick her pussy. She spread her legs apart as he swirled his tongue along her entire groin, from the tip of her clit, over her soaking wet slit, and back up again. Soon, she was squirming and making soft noises in the back of her throat. Her orgasm was so close.

Zach removed her top and bra, and began to knead her breasts. His thumbs teased her nipples as he watched her face. When he kissed her, shoving his tongue inside and moving it over hers in ways she had never experienced, she exploded in a blinding orgasm. Emmett slipped a finger into her pussy and fucked her slowly as the contractions went on and on.

“That’s one,” whispered Emmett

She released Zach’s mouth as a giggle rose in her throat. “Emmett will have to count for me.”

Zach grinned. “Someone will have to.” He pushed her down onto a sofa and removed her thong.

“Be right back,” said Emmett, stepping into the main room.

Zach removed his cheetah-print pants, and Abigail gasped. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear. “No wonder you looked ready to fall out of those.”

Zach chuckled. “That would have made the party more interesting.” He straddled her, grasping his cock at the base.

Abigail sat up. “Bring that here. Please?”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh yes.”

Abigail took him into her mouth. She wrapped her hands around him and sucked hard, enjoying the sounds he made. He was huge, and she couldn’t take too much of him in, but she made up for that by using her tongue and fingers.

“You started without me.”

Abigail groaned when Emmett put his hand on her thighs and spread them wide apart. He shifted her slightly so that her bottom half faced him as he knelt on the floor.