Succubus Blessed (Paranormal Prison: Shackled Souls Book 3)

by Heather Long

  “Meant for us,” Rogue said. “Nothing was certain until we found the brat there.” He nodded to Fin, who just gave an airy wave.

  “You’re welcome.”

  The tension split wholly as laughter rolled through all four of them, and something clenched so tightly inside of me unlocked. They were okay. They were safe. They loved me, too.

  And oh shit…we were gonna have a baby.

  “You know…” I said, latching back onto the denial life vest. “I’m very naked here, and I’m not used to vomiting up my feelings like this.”

  “Would you prefer some orgasms, Beautiful?” Fin teased, but the appreciative look in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

  “As long as we’re secure?” Yep. That was me. Hopeful and dedicated to security. I could be both.

  Rogue chuckled. “We’re secure, though I don’t think we should linger here too long.”

  “Then we need to be efficient,” Alfred ordered, and all at once, he tilted my head back and his lips swept down to mine. “Fin, I believe your lady had a request.”

  His mouth hadn’t even closed over mine before Fin’s hand slid along my thigh. His mouth kissed my pussy a second later, and my whole body lit up again.

  See, I told you I liked it when he assholed.

  CHAPTER 13

  “Dreams can become reality.” - Anonymous

  F uck me. When Alfred told Fin to get to work, he hadn’t been kidding. Rather than let me go, Alfred had simply spread my legs wide for my druid to work his tongue along my labia and then around my clit. He took the carnal kiss deeper until I squirmed against Alfred, but my asshole kept me locked in place, not allowing me to escape. The prod of his erection at my ass was a secondary tease, in combination with the twin stares from a pair of hot and cool elemental gazes raking over me.

  At the first release pulling me taut and then splitting me apart, Alfred cupped my throat and turned my head to him, and then he was devouring my mouth. The kiss left no room for thought or even breath. It took the pleasure already assaulting my body and deepened it somehow. So close, their breath teased my flesh, a soft masculine laugh rolled over me a split second before a hot mouth latched onto my nipple.

  If they’d attached electricity to me, I couldn’t have felt it more. Fin worked his tongue inside of me, alternating between thrusting against the clench of my too empty channel and swirling it around my aching clit. It was too much and not enough. The pulse of soft sucking on my nipple left me wanting more, and a cry of protest escaped my throat. Then teeth sank in over my other breast, and I came. Fuck, I came so hard, I swore I saw stars.

  It wasn’t the lust boiling inside of them that threatened to drown me. I could taste the want in the air, the musk of arousal, and the sheer heat of their desire, but something much richer flooded me. It swelled up like a rising tide of heat that filled my system, and even with my eyes closed and my mouth locked on Alfred’s as his tongue lapped at mine with delicious strokes, the brightness flooded my eyes.

  The pressure of two fingers spearing into my ass had me crying out again, but Fin didn’t let up as he pushed me from one orgasm to another. The hot pull of the mouth on my breast sent another tendril of need to curl through my system. They were all touching me, teasing me, filling me with…worship from Fin. Tenderness from Maddox. Adoration from Rogue. Delight and devotion from Alfred.

  It was too much. Sobs tore from my throat as the pressure on my cunt eased, but before I could catch my breath, the fierce pressure of a cock filled me and I dug my fingers into Rogue’s hair where he sucked at my breast, just lazy pulls. It wasn’t feeding, it was intimacy. Maddox caught my other hand in his, lacing our fingers together as Fin thrust into me, every stroke lighting me up, and there was no choice. I came in a rush of heat and a torrent of emotion I couldn’t suppress.

  A crack splintered inside of me, the breaks spider webbing, even as I arched my hips and wrapped my legs around him. Fin’s grip on me tightened, and I tore my mouth from Alfred’s to meet Fin’s hot stare. It was like that was all the impetus he needed for his own release. Somewhere along the way, he’d shed his shirt, but he still wore his pants. The muscles on his chest flexed as he buried himself deep. His throat convulsed and his eyes scorched me and there was no distance at all. I could feel him in my mind as he flooded in, the pure weight of his love shattering through the barrier.

  Mine. A single word but it resonated through me, and the heat bursting within lit me up for real. The air itself around us seemed to brighten, and the grip they all had on me grew more ferocious as I arched forward and met Fin’s kiss. The soft exhale of Alfred’s breath teased along my back, and then his mouth traced kisses as Fin’s tongue twined with mine.

  Love.

  Little sváss.

  Kitten.

  Hellion.

  Their voices all seemed to collide in me, and the tears I’d shed earlier returned in full force. The depth of emotion rushing in was too much and not enough. Hands shifted over me, and then my head was turned and it was Rogue’s mouth locked on mine. I could taste the hint of blood from where he’d fed, and my whole body went liquid once more.

  Teeth sank into my wrist, and my mind went awash with color. Hands on my hips lifted me, and the spongy head of a dick pressed against my ass and then, with a thrust, filled me until I groaned. Rogue released my mouth, only to move between my thighs. The heavy weight of his cock pushed at the swollen flesh, and he sheathed himself with a gentleness that sparked a fresh round of tears, even as it pulled a groan from me and from Alfred.

  Head back, I half sprawled against Alfred’s chest as they slid me between them. The dark fire dancing over his skin seemed to enfold me, shadow on light, and when I turned my head, I found my dragon gazing at me. The want in his eyes was matched only by the twin flame of love burning in him. For a moment, I swore the man and dragon occupied the same space. He stroked his hand over his cock, and I licked my lips as I looked at it.

  He needed no other inquiry, and as one, both Rogue and Alfred adjusted so he could press in. At the first brush of his cock, I opened my mouth and took him deep. The weight of him was heavy on my tongue and tasted like pure heaven. Rogue and Alfred rocked me between them, and Alfred’s teeth pierced my throat as Maddox began to rock his hips.

  I forgot everything but the feel of them as they moved. The friction of Alfred’s chest against my back. The spark of his flesh on mine. The chill of Rogue’s deeper thrusts, a counterpoint to the boiling heat already simmering inside of me from Fin’s release. The salty tang of Maddox’s pre-cum on my tongue. The sharp pierce of teeth in my wrist and in my throat. Then a fresh bite to my neglected breast.

  Bite me, Kitten.

  I opened my eyes to find Maddox’s golden, slitted gaze meeting mine. He wanted me to bite him. He’d fisted my hair and pushed deep into my throat. The tears rolling down my face were as much from the pleasure of them taking me apart as from the way my throat convulsed around him.

  Bite me.

  The command laced with the request sent a shiver right through me. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. No matter how tempting that idea had been earlier.

  Laughter huffed around me, chokes of masculine humor and gasps of pleasure as their delight exploded within me, and I clenched around Alfred. He swore against my throat, and the first hot pulse of his cum rushed me as I scraped my teeth as gently as I could, eliciting a small welt of blood that had my eyes rolling back as I came.

  Rogue slammed deep and held still, his cock thick and fully rigid. I could feel the tremble in his muscles as he fought against the spasming of my body around him, because Maddox had begun to thrust against my throat with a fervor that had my jaw aching, but when he let out a small roar, it vibrated the room around us and the hot taste of him spilled across my tongue. I lapped it and the blood up at once.

  The burning inside of me turned into a full-fledged conflagration. Sweat slicked my body, and at some point, Alfred released my throat and Fin my wrist. When Maddox�
�s knot swelled gently and then released against my puffy lips, I sagged back only to find myself straddling Rogue as he rolled onto his back.

  I gasped at the sudden absence of Alfred and that the only hands on me were Rogue’s, but the weight of their presence was all around me, inside of me, and when I looked down, Rogue stared up at me with unabashed love in his eyes.

  “Ride me, little sváss, take every drop of pleasure I can give you.”

  How could I say no to that?

  Even exhausted and trembling, I rocked my hips and arched my back. Alfred lay against the headboard, watching me. His eyes, once unfathomable to me, held me captive and I never wanted to escape. I dug my hands into Rogue’s shoulders as he thrust up to meet my downward cadence. Every single touch just overloaded my system.

  I couldn’t stop shaking, but I didn’t want to stop moving. Maddox’s broad hand stroked down my back, and Fin touched a finger to my chin and turned my head. His smile was so sweet before he kissed me with such gentleness, I was crying all over again.

  Fucking tears.

  Then he moved my mouth to his throat, and I sank my teeth in without him having to ask. The first hot pulse of his blood across my tongue filled me with renewed strength. I clamped down on Rogue, and he let out a grunt of sound along with a stream of language I didn’t recognize, but the images filling my mind translated for me.

  Love and lust twined beautifully as he began to move me himself. A fist in my hair pulled me from Fin’s throat and turned me to Alfred. His cock was already reddening and hard again, but it was his throat he moved me too and I struck without further urging.

  Memories filled me. All of them. Every night they sat around a fire, laughing and teasing each other. Some where they were weary from battle or covered in wounds, others where they looked lazy and bored with the partying around them.

  Always, the conversation would turn to Fin and he would recount them with the tale. Maddox would often snort and shake his head, indulgent with the kind of affection one showed a youth who was too enthusiastic about their sharing of a fantastical tale. A similar expression would often fill Rogue’s face, but when he thought no one noticed, he would stare away pensively. As though he didn’t dare hope.

  Alfred held onto the thought, the idea of the goddess of flame and spring, even when he thought it nothing more than an impossible dream, a vision produced by a man dying of the poison filling his veins. He slept with thoughts of me filling his mind and wondered what I would be like if I ever existed.

  I shuddered as he pulled me from his throat and came at the love in his eyes. “Better than a dream, Hellion.”

  Rogue dug his fingers in as he let himself go. I sagged, my whole body lax and shuddering with too much feeling. It buzzed under my skin and seemed to burst over the edges and cascade around me. With care, Alfred laid me down until I draped Rogue and then tucked my head at his throat.

  My head fell forward, even as he tipped his neck back. The thrum of his pulse drew me, but I was suddenly elated and exhausted in one. One swipe of my tongue, and I pierced the spot to drink. Three, four pulls, and his coolness washed through me, helping to abate the flames licking me up from the inside.

  “I love you,” I mumbled against his neck as I lapped the wound closed.

  A brush of lips to the top of my head. A wordless kiss to my hand. Another to my shoulder. Then Rogue tightened his arms around me.

  Their love kindled inside of me, without language or reason. Their thoughts were as clear and vibrant as the emotions themselves.

  My queen.

  My mate.

  My lady.

  My chosen.

  Mine.

  That singular feeling threaded through all of us, and I smiled. Never alone again. Never taken for granted. Never a possession.

  Always treasured.

  “Our word,” Alfred said aloud to their murmurs, and then I dropped right into sleep, cocooned between them all as they somehow fit all four of them onto the bed. It should have been impossible, but I was buried beneath so many naked limbs and I wouldn’t have been anywhere else.

  Ever.

  THE AIR WAS cold when I opened my eyes. Cold enough I could see my breath. The bodies around me didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. If anything, they were so still, it was like death had crept into the room with us.

  I reached for Alfred, his face was the closest to mine, but his eyes were closed and his skin hard and cold. All the color had leached from him. Worse, he was like a statue shaped around me. They all were. One after another, I twisted amongst them, looking for some awareness or wakefulness.

  The air grew more frigid. Teeth chattering from the cold, I tried everything to wake them, but not even the hot tears scalding my cheeks worked. I wiggled between them at the sound of something beyond the room—a door slamming.

  Someone was in the cottage.

  They were helpless, and someone was here.

  It took some maneuvering, but I slid out from beneath them and then stared back at the bed. They were so still, it wrenched my heart. My skin tingled though. Even in the frosty air leaving my skin prickling with goosebumps and my nipples so taut they threatened to break off, my skin seemed electric.

  Magic.

  The brush of it swirled around me, and I glared at all four corners of the room. Another thump of sound.

  Footsteps.

  Pivoting, I faced the door to the bedroom. It had closed sometime between when we came inside and collapsed onto the bed. I hadn’t really paid attention to our surroundings, my focus wholly consumed by the men currently rendered helpless. I snagged a shirt from the floor and pulled it over my head. Better to not face an enemy naked.

  While it was distracting for them, I didn’t want to invite the groping. I might actually rip something off them if they touched me. A ferociousness unfurled in me, and the dark room brightened with a blue-white light that made my loves look even more cold and lost. Fury turned my blood hot, and when the doorknob turned, I braced to launch across the room.

  They’d messed with the wrong fucking girl.

  The door swung inward, revealing a mountain man of a being standing there. He wore old jeans tucked into motorcycle boots of all things and a heavy leather jacket over a ripped T-shirt. His expression was fierce, a pair of glittering eyes hidden beneath a cascade of dark hair and a heavy beard.

  Everything about him was menacing. Dangerous. He practically exuded threat.

  I shifted my balance onto the balls of my feet as the light on my hands intensified. A flicker of flames, silvery and bright, flashed in the corner of my eyes, but I didn’t look down at them.

  “Well,” the man said in a voice that echoed more like gravelly rocks grinding and tumbling against each other, “you must be the one all the hullabaloo is about. Not sure what I was expecting, but you were not it.”

  “Fantastic, then turn your big, hairy ass around and leave before I turn you into a flaming pile of bones.”

  Not that I was sure I could set him on fire, but I didn’t dare let him get near Alfred or the others while they were helpless.

  He stared at me for a long moment and then laughed.

  And laughed.

  And laughed.

  The fucker was still laughing when I slammed into him and not only knocked him back several steps, but right through the wall and into the grassy clearing beyond the cottage. He rolled over and then came up to his feet before glancing down at his smoking leather jacket.

  “You have a redhead’s temper,” he murmured. “Noted.”

  “I told you to go.”

  I didn’t know who he was or what he was. But he was huge. He’d easily match Maddox in size and breadth. He had all of Alfred’s presence and the quiet threat Rogue always exuded. But if he thought he held a candle to Fin’s charm, he was sorely mistaken.

  While I regretted the damage to Rogue’s cottage, I needed this guy gone.

  “Little girl has bite,” he said as he dusted off the jacket and put out the hint o
f embers burning on the leather. “I suppose you’d have to in order to lure that surly bastard out of his keep in the mountains.”

  I glared at him. “Are you hard of hearing?”

  He grinned, the slash of white teeth amidst his beard almost fiercer than his scowl. “Make me leave.”

  I just had, but if he really wanted a test… I flew at him. Literally fucking flew.

  I don’t know who was more surprised, me or him, but I struck him full in the chest again, and this time, his whole jacket caught on fire before we crashed into the trees at the edge of the clearing. I narrowly avoided one landing on me as it cracked around him.

  He launched upward, far more spry than a man his size should be, and latched one hand around my arm. His grip barely closed on me before he yanked me toward him, but then he released me with a sharp curse as the scent of sizzling flesh scorched my nostrils and my stomach revolted at the scent.

  Laughter erupted from him again as he tried to snare me, but I avoided him. One moment, I was on the ground, and the next, I was airborne again. He actually swung a tree at me.

  A whole damn tree.

  And I narrowly avoided it. When I hit the ground, he tried to pin me and a scream ripped through me, even as a blast of pure white light erupted like a beacon, flooding the darkened clearing.

  Then I snapped upright on the bed. Alfred, Maddox, and Rogue were on their feet, their eyes open and their expressions fierce. Fin still curled against me, but he snapped his gaze from me to the room around us and then back.

  My heart hammered as I tried to process it.

  We were all still naked.

  All still in the room.

  They weren’t still like statues, but warm and alive.

  The sun shone outside the windows.

  Who the fuck was that hairy bastard? A nightmare?

  Fin let out something that sounded like a growl, and I stared at him wide-eyed.

  “Wyman,” he said in a breath, and Alfred exploded out of the room. A split-second later, a crash sounded outside.