by Mina Carter
"Now, to fuck you senseless,” he said, holding out his hand to pull her up from the desk.
Still weak-kneed from the force of her climax, Sage frowned at him in puzzlement. Then he spun her around and bent her over. His foot moved hers apart as the sound of a zipper dropping echoed in the room.
"Oh, my…”
She whimpered as his hand slid around her body, pinching and pulling her nipple lightly at the same moment the large, swollen head of his cock presented itself at her slick entrance.
"God, you're so warm and wet,” he groaned, rocking his hips and pressing into her a little. She gasped as her body stretched around him. He was huge, bigger than any of her previous lovers. He waited, tension making his large frame tremble, until she relaxed. But then, her “grace period” was over.
His next thrust was hard and heavy, driving into her until he was seated up to the hilt. Ready as she was, the pleasure was incredible, surging through her as he set up a fast rhythm, feeding both of their desires.
"You like demon cock then, little fae?” he murmured in her ear, tweaking her nipple again and making her cry out in pleasure. His other hand slid around her, smoothing down her stomach and between her thighs, finding and stroking her already sensitized clit to match the tempo of his thrusts, until Sage was mindless and whimpering with pleasure.
3
Jaren swept into the club in a swirl of black leather and drama, striding through the double doors at the front of the club. They hit the walls on either side with a crash, his habit of throwing them open the reason the glass panels had long since been replaced with wood.
He stopped just inside the club. Although he and Daelas were demon, identical in appearance when they wanted to be, the similarity ended with their fashion sense.
Daelas was a born businessman and dressed the part. Jaren, however, was born to be bad. A calling reflected in the ankle-length black leather duster swirling about him, layered over a silky black shirt and leather pants. He'd once tried a leather shirt, but preferred the sensual slide of silk over his skin. Hell, even his underwear was silk. The skin between his brows furrowed as he looked around. Something wasn't quite right. There was something…different about the place.
Interested, he stalked forward, ignoring the clubbers. His dark, brooding looks meant most left him alone. Most, but not all.
"Well, hello there, handsome, I didn't think you'd be able to make it tonight," a feminine voice purred as small hands wrapped around his torso from behind.
"Hey, Lana," Jaren replied, his hands gentle as he disengaged hers and turned to face her.
A real looker, Lana Burgess was one of the club dancers, a regular on the club circuits, and a veritable party animal. Jaren had watched her for a couple of weeks, coming in with her friends, before he'd made his approach and offered her a job with Moonlight & Magic. Then, one night in the backroom, he'd found out just how much of an animal she could be.
"There been trouble tonight?” he asked, ignoring the pouting lips and the hands on her hips. Lana was a drama queen, more so than he, which was saying something.
Lana shook her head and frowned. "Nothing unusual, other than Daelas coming down here earlier. Looked all mean and moody to boot. Sexy as hell!” She shivered, a hint of a mischievous smile peeking through.
Jaren's lips quirked. For some reason, they all found his Daelas, very reserved for an incubus, irresistible. Perhaps it was because he was so reserved. “Daelas was down here?” Surprise colored his voice as he turned to stride away, now even more intrigued.
He headed for the door to the office, nodding at Knuckles as he approached. Even more surprising was the huge bouncer clearing his throat to get his attention. It was rare for Knuckles to speak without being spoken to first.
“Boss's got company,” the man announced, his low voice a mere rumble, almost lost in the background noise and music of the club. Luckily Jaren could lip-read well, an essential skill for anyone working in a place like Moonlight & Magic.
“Okay, thanks.” He nodded and pushed the door open to head up the stairs.
Daelas had company? Company of the female and fairy kind, if the fading impression in the stairwell was any indication. Where had Daelas gotten hold of a fae? And just what was he doing with her in the office?
Daelas looked around as the door opened with a soft click, extending his senses to warn him of any danger. In the grand scheme of things, incubi weren't the most combat-minded of the demon kind, but they had excellent survival instincts, and fought dirty when cornered. A good kick in the bollocks was a wonderful tool for leveling the playing field in a fight.
The tension in his shoulders relaxed as he recognized the familiar chaotic swirl of energy that identified his blood brother, a second before his gaze fell on Jaren. Too far gone to do more than nod, Daelas stroked a hand down Sage's naked back as his hips pounded against hers.
She was so hot and tight around his cock, the grip of her body so firm that he found his usual control slipping. He groaned as her hips bucked against him, her pussy clamping down on his rigid length. Milking his dick as her body stiffened, a cry escaped her lips as her climax hit her hard.
Two heavy thrusts later and he couldn't hold his own release back. His powerful body drove deep inside her as he groaned his pleasure. Every muscle locked, the edges of his vision blurred as his cock pulsed. Like most incubi though, he didn't ejaculate. A fact most of his long-term lovers appreciated. No wet patches to deal with.
He opened his eyes, widening them as he tried to focus. He'd never felt a climax so powerful, so intense. He leaned forward, kissing along her neck, his lips gentle.
Jaren had stayed out of sight, well out of Sage's limited field of vision as she was bent over the desk. But that wouldn't last long…and he wanted to prepare her before she went skitz on him.
“We have company, little one,” he whispered, weaving suggestion into his voice as he did so. She'd been resistant to most of his usual tactics, but his voice seemed to work. “Just my partner…he thinks you're as gorgeous as I do,” he added, his hands gentling her as she started, trying to push up from the desk and look around.
“Your partner? What a… demon like you?” Her voice was a little distracted as she stood, looking over his shoulder.
He moved a fraction, shielding her from Jaren's view in case she didn't want to take things that way. Probably not the scenery Jaren was after; Daelas could practically smell the interest in the air, but at the moment, a view of his hairy ass was all Jaren was going to get. At least, until he was sure Sage was okay with this.
“Well, I'm better looking,” Daelas boasted, his lips quirking a little.
“That's total bollocks. That's just his opinion. Everyone knows I'm the better looking one.”
Sage peered over Daelas' shoulder, her eyes narrowing a little. Her lush curves pressing against him brought him right back to attention, his cock straining against her.
Sage's eyes widened as she looked down.
“What? You can't…not already,” she whispered, shock on her face as her gaze flicked from his face to his cock, and back again.
Daelas grinned, but it was Jaren who answered, picking up Daelas' thought as naturally as breathing. “We're incubi, sex demons. We go on and on and on… all night, every night,” Jaren explained, reaching Daelas’ side, holding his hand out in invitation as Daelas had known he would.
There was just something compelling about the little fairy that made a man want to touch her, taste her, get down and dirty with her as soon as he laid eyes on her.
“You can have two of us…all night. How's that sound, little fae?” Daelas whispered, kissing along her neck as she appeared to debate her decision.
If another male had approached her, Daelas would’ve ripped his limbs off and beaten him to death with the soggy ends. Jaren was different though. Incubi rarely blood-bonded with others, but they had. So sharing this delicious morsel of femininity, as they would their mate, seemed right.
She shivered a
gainst him, arching her neck as she kept her gaze on Jaren. He could feel her thinking, considering the situation. She reached out and took Jaren's hand, moving to stand between the two men. Daelas released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as she pulled Jaren down for a kiss.
This was fantastic. Unbelievable, but fantastic. She'd just had the best sex she'd ever had with the hottest guy she'd ever met, and he'd wanted her, not some skinny stick insect who complained about the fat on a lettuce leaf. Now there were two of them, both kissing and touching her, their attraction for her evident. She was still waiting to wake up, quite certain this had to be a dream.
Neither could take their hands off her, and then there were the massive erections; one tenting the front of Jaren’s pants and one prodding at her hip in determination. She reached down and wrapped a small hand around it, her slow stroking eliciting groans from its owner.
She surrendered to Jaren's kiss, hotter and wilder than Daelas’s, with a hint of decadence that had her heart hammering in her chest. She moaned, sure she'd died and gone to heaven.
Daelas turned her in his arms, his hands caressing her full breasts as he buried his face into the curve of her neck. Warm lips honed in on the sensitive spot beneath her ear, making her knees go weak.
“You have a fantastic body. I want to lick and taste every part of it,” Jaren whispered as he lifted his head, his eyes flaring with desire.
She swallowed as he slid to his knees in front of her, lifting her thigh, his attention focused on the secret delta between her legs. The skin there was slick with her feminine juices and he drew in a deep breath, his eyes closing for a second.
“Ambrosia,” Jaren whispered, leaning forward.
Sage moaned as his tongue flicked across her clit, already swollen from Daelas’s attention earlier. Her hips bucked, the sensation almost too much to bear. She moaned and writhed against him as he feasted on her. Daelas' hands massaged her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples, the two men working as a team to arouse her to fever pitch.
“You like this don't you, little fae? Two men touching you, caressing you. Licking you…” Daelas drew the tip of his tongue around the delicate curve of her breast. “Come for us, let Jaren taste you, and then we'll both fuck you. You'd like that, wouldn't you, two demon cocks filling you?”
The words were too much for Sage; hot and wild images of the three of them played in her mind as Jaren's clever tongue teased over her clit, his fingers buried deep in her body. She cried out as her body exploded, pleasure coursing through her.
Jaren groaned, his tongue lapping at her pussy as her hips bucked against his hold. “God, you taste so good,” he murmured between gentle licks, the sound of his voice on the edge of Sage's hearing. Her heart pounded so loudly it was hard to hear.
“I want to watch you fuck him,” Daelas whispered in her ear, turning her jaw to kiss her again. She didn't resist, their tongues meeting and dancing, sliding against each other’s, adding fuel to the sexual tension already thick in the room.
She bit her lip, arousal racing through her as Jaren's hands slid around her thighs, lingering on their soft plumpness for a moment as he stood.
“Come here,” Jaren whispered, pulling her to the large leather sofa that sat against one side of the room. “Ride me,” he demanded, pulling her into his lap. Sage blinked. Somehow, between arriving in the room and now, he'd lost his clothes. She didn't remember him undressing. Of course, she had been a little preoccupied.
Then his hands were in her hair, its delicate style destroyed, and he was kissing her as if his life depended on it. She groaned as she straddled him, feeling the power of his lean body. Jaren’s hard cock brushed against her, settling in the grove of her cleft.
Sage gasped. Despite the amazing orgasms—four, or was it five so far—her body tightened in anticipation again, her pussy clenching at the thought of his rigid cock filling her to the hilt.
She rocked her hips against his thick shaft, biting back a moan as the friction against her clit—pulling the hood back to reveal the sensitized bud—threatened to send her over the edge again. Jaren wasn't faring much better, a low groan reverberating through his broad chest as his hands tightened on her hips.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes rolling back in his head as she did it again, rolling her hips and revelling in the sensation.
Hard hands lifted her hips and she reached between her thighs, encircling his cock and pumping twice slowly before she lowered herself over it. The swollen crown brushed against her pussy lips, already slick from his attentions and her climax. She bit her lip as her body accepted him with ease, the delicate flesh stretching to accommodate his impressive girth.
Hell, it felt so good. Sage gasped as she slid down on Jaren's cock, each slow inch stretching her further until her hips met his. She'd never felt so full. With a small sound of satisfaction she arched her back, grinding her pelvis against him.
“Little witch,” Jaren chuckled, moving his hips in a long, slow rhythm, which stroked every nerve ending in her pussy.
She threw her head back, a murmur of pleasure in her throat as his hand slid between them, his thumb rubbing over her clit.
Sage needed to come. She needed to come so bad, but Jaren just kept bringing her to the brink, then would ease off until she wanted to hit him, rather than fuck him. Whimpering in frustration she approached her peak, but then he moved his thumb, slowing his rhythm until her body started to calm again.
“You're a wicked man,” she panted, “that's just evil, you know.”
“I know.” He grinned, an unrepentant and sexy grin she couldn't help but return. “But you'll enjoy it more, I promise.”
“Besides, it’s not fair to finish the party without me, is it?” Daelas’ voice sounded behind her. She felt the heat of his skin on her back an instant before he slid his hands around her body to caress her breasts. Daelas’ lips whispered over her neck as she lifted her hands, linking them behind his neck. Offering her arched body to both of them. “Miss me?” Daelas asked, tweaking her nipples.
She murmured her assent, leaning against one man as the other pumped his hips, hard cock driving into her, filling her pussy with each stroke. She'd definitely died and gone to heaven.
Jaren pulled her forward to kiss her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as she sprawled over his large chest. Meanwhile, Daelas' lips trailed down her spine, sending shivers through every inch of her body. Even her toes curled in pleasure.
Jaren shifted under her, spreading his legs wider and taking hers with them. The change in position opened her up further and she gasped as she felt his hard cock slide into her another half-inch, pressing deeper inside her than any lover before. She shivered as Daelas’ hands smoothed over the cello-like curve of her hips.
She hadn’t realised what they’d planned until a cold wetness slid down between her buttocks, making her jump.
“It's okay, little fae, just a little something to help,” Daelas murmured, his gentle fingers smoothing the lube down her skin, against the delicate, puckered rose of her ass.
She went still as he stroked, not sure about where this was going. She'd done anal before but not with two guys, not at the same time, and she wasn't sure she could take them both. She couldn’t believe she was in this situation to start with. Two men that looked as gorgeous they did, treating her as though she were the only woman on Earth that mattered…it was as erotic as hell.
Jaren slowed his movements, his thumb stroking over her clit. Stroking then circling, reminding her of how much she needed to come, how close to the edge she was again. Sage moaned and bit her lip, her eyes rolling back in her head. It was too much, Jaren's cock inside her, her body aching for the next brush of his thumb, while from behind, Daelas' gentle fingers smoothed the cool gel against her ass.
It felt good, she realised in surprise, relaxing as a shiver travelled the entire length of her spine. Actually, it felt better than good as he rubbed the lube in, circling and pressing against her
with the broad, blunt end of his fingertip. She gasped, her pussy clenching hard as Daelas’ finger slid inside her just a little. Her breasts tightened, the nipples puckering.
Jaren groaned, his silver eyes riveted as he leant forward, drawing one of her tightened peaks into his mouth. He suckled hard; the sensation, with so much else going on, making Sage cry out, her pleasure-filled cry echoing around the room.
More, she had to have more. She rocked against the two men, riding Jaren's hard cock in a slow rhythm as Daelas worked her ass, preparing her. She shivered as he slid his finger a little deeper.
“Oh, god, that feels good,” she moaned as he worked more of the lube into her heated flesh.
“It's about to feel a whole lot better,” Daelas promised, sliding his finger from her. Sage frowned, feeling a sense of loss. It didn't last long as he moved behind her, replacing his fingers with the broad head of his cock. “Just relax into it, and everything'll be fine,” he reassured as he pressed forward.
Sage tensed as the swollen head of Daelas’ cock pushed into her ass. He wasn't going to fit. She hissed as a burning sensation—not pleasure, but not quite pain either—shot through her. But, the combination of the lube and Jaren's thumb stroking over her aching clit, eased things. With a grunt of triumph, Daelas slid past the initial resistance, sliding deep inside her body and pausing, as if waiting for her to adjust.
Sage panted, feeling fuller than she’d ever felt before, her pussy and ass both filled with cock. She shivered as Jaren moved a little, opening her eyes to see him looking at her in concern. The expression melted her heart, as she just knew it was mirrored in Daelas’s face, even if she couldn't see it, and that did it for her. They weren't just interested in their own pleasure, and that was the most sensual thing she could think of.
“You okay, little fae?” Jaren’s kiss was soft and gentle, as if designed to reassure rather than arouse, and strangely platonic, considering their current activity.