She bit down on her bottom lip, drawing her hand along his length, his low growl sending wet heat flooding into her core. “So, that’s two. You said six.” God, please let Annabelle stay away from this end of the cave. Please, please, please!
He opened his eyes, locking them on her, his hands moving to the juncture of her thighs. The evil glint in those depths told her he was not going to play along for too much longer. Pressing his hand against her he made a low purring sound when he found the material soaked.
“Sure you want me to talk about my brothers?” He groaned. He rubbed his hand in hard circles against her, causing her to press down against him. Layla took a deep breath and smiled. Damn him, she was not giving up her game. Oh god, it didn’t matter how much she wanted to rock against his hand and shatter into a million pieces.
“You said six, Tanus.” She slid her finger over the weeping slit of his cock and he hissed, rubbing his palm again her. Okay, this game might not end with her finding out all his brothers’ names at this rate.
“Very well. Asmodeus, my twin effectively, he is Lust.” His thumb rubbed the material roughly against her clit. Layla was going to lose this game she was playing. She leaned her head against his, their lips an inch apart. “What’s wrong, baby? Giving up?”
“Not a chance.” She could do this. Maybe later she would inform him that he had fully shifted back to human form. All his worries about hurting her, and all it took was distracting him with sex.
“Belor… Gluttony.” He grabbed the material of her PJs and tore through it, exposing her to the cool air. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down, the swollen head of his cock easily sliding between her wet lips. He positioned himself and drove hard into her slick channel. Layla arched back, gasping as he rolled his hips up into her slowly. “Then, we have Abbadon. He is… bit of a ladies’ man…” Moving so she was leaned over him, she met his slow rolling thrusts. His hand sank into her hair, their mouths meeting in hungry deep kisses. Hips rocking together, Layla lost her grip on her control, and the infuriating demon knew it, too. He started to speed up, thrusting harder against her. Seductress turned willing slave in a matter of moments.
“Come on, Layla, come for me. Let me feel you.” One hand moved from her hip to her inner thighs. His thumb rubbed against her clit. Her body convulsed hard against him. He covered her mouth, swallowing the scream of release with his kiss, holding her to him for his driving thrusts. Her core clamped down around him as pleasure washed over her. She could feel everywhere their skin touched as if feeling through him. Layla had officially lost their little game, but it felt so damn good. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. Each time he thrust into her she felt another burst sending fire sparking though her veins.
“Layla!” The flames she loved so much rushed over his skin, enveloping them both as he growled into her mouth, spilling his seed hard and hot, deep inside her body. “Fuck!” Breathing fast, he gripped her hips. Layla panted, resting her head against his chest. Oh god, what a rush.
With a sighed breath of contentment, he absently spoke the last name. “Mammon, Greed. My little brother.” His hands ran along her back. She had actually done it, she had channeled that endless rage from explosive risk to something else. Sex, yes, but it had not taken him over.
“Does this mean I won?” She smiled again his chest and then sat up to look at him.
Chuckling low he let out a contented sigh. He lifted his hand and looked at the human skin with a smile.
“For now, crazy woman. Rematch later.” Layla giggled and that brought a grin to his lips.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
“What the fuck do you mean she’s not here? You bring us all the way up here, Richard, for what? I could have fuckin’ stayed in bed, you bastard.” The disgruntled tone was finished with a belch and the sound of a crushing beer can.
“Shut your mouth, Ian. She can’t have gone far—the damn Jeep is still here. I swear if that little bitch has taken my daughter away I am going to hunt her down. That kid is a fucking cash-cow. Healing! Can you believe it? A real-life goddamn healer! I am going to be the richest sonofabitch alive!” Richard looked around the large driveway, his eyes landing on the snowmobile trail.
“What the hell you talkin’ about, Rich?” Ian virtually stumbled out of the truck’s cab, nearly hitting his balding head on his trip down to the frozen ground.
“Hey, Dick! You think your ex will mind if I use the head?” asked his other passenger.
“Fuck, James, I don’t give a shit! Hurry up. They must have headed up to the hunting cabin. And don’t call me Dick, you asshole.” Richard leaned back against the truck, crossing his arms over his chest. This was turning into a nightmare. He knew he should have come up here during the night, but convincing his so-called “best buddies” from high school to come here and back him up had been a lot tougher than he expected.
It looked like his old school-fuck had made quite a little home for herself since he had left for college. Not only did the town think she walked on fucking water, but they adored that damn kid. The idea that he had put his dick in that freak nearly turned his stomach. But she had been a good lay, freak or not—nice and tight. Pressing his hand to his groin, he couldn’t help but remember her pert little breasts swinging back and forth as he took her from behind. She was still hot as shit as well; time seemed to have stopped for Layla Thorne. Groaning, he banged his head against the cab of the truck, his old mate Ian stumbling to his feet.
“Dude, we out of beer or what?”
Richard scowled. Ian was a fucking pathetic, alcoholic loser. He had married the prom queen, knocked her up, and popped out a couple brats. Now look at him. Impotent and jobless. Of course, offering him five hundred bucks to come up here would give him a hard-on and make him salivate.
“I’m sure there is some in the house. Layla is shacked up with some fuckin’ biker dude.” Yeah, that big-ass bastard, damn freak as well. He had no doubt he could convince CPS that the pervert was abusing his daughter. He was well respected in Denver, had the ear of all the right people. If he said the tattooed brute was touching his kid, then he could make it so. All he had to do was get Annbeth, or Annie-whatever away from them. He could learn her name later, what did it matter?
Ian stumbled off toward the house, tripping on the stairs as he went. Richard rolled his eyes and followed behind, entering the cabin. He breathed in the scent of baking and wood smoke, below that the subtle scent of Layla. He went hard again, then cursed and curled his lip. The fact he still wanted to screw the bitch didn’t sit too well with him. But he was a man, and she was just a pussy he was familiar with.
Hearing James up the stairs he joined him, remembering the house pretty well. He hated to acknowledge he had some good memories here. The twins’ mother had been a real fuckin’ looker. Damn, he had jacked off more times than he could count thinking about her tits in his time as a teen. Not to mention Lexi. Yeah, Lexi Thorne, cold-hearted little bitch she was—every boy in school wanted a piece of her ass. He stopped at Lexi’s door and leaned against it, watching James rifle through Lexi’s drawers.
“Dude, what the fuck you doin’?” Richard frowned. James, the one-time captain of the basketball team, was pocketing pairs of Lexi Thorne’s panties.
“Bro, are you kiddin’ me? I’m in Valhalla! This place is like the Holy fucking Grail! Do you have any idea how many times I tried to get in her pants? Frigid bitch, you know she broke my nose at prom?” Richard shook his head as James picked up a pair and raised them to his nose.
“Sick man, there are just some lines. Besides, you tried sticking your hand up her dress. You deserved it. Lexi was a prize to be won; you were just not man enough for her.”
James scowled at him. “Fuck you say?”
“You heard me. I got in this house, and had her sister on her back screaming my name with my cock in her pussy with no more than a smile and a wink. If the stupid little bitch hadn’t gotten knocked up I could have had Lexi on her knees suck
ing me off as well. It would have been easy.” Oh, that had been an ongoing fantasy, even after he left. Hell, even now. Fuck, might as well admit it; those two blond twins were always in his fantasies, the pair of them together, him fucking them both. Of course he could buy women now—had many times—but he always regretted never having them both at his feet.
“Sonofabitch!” James tried to go at Richard. But with six years of beer, fast food, and a pack-a-day habit, all it took was a fist to the gut and the man was on the floor coughing up a lung.
“Stay down, James. Best place for you, at my feet.” Richard turned with a cruel smile on his lips. He had always been better than this place, than these people. Getting Layla pregnant had not been in his plans, not at all. She had been a fun fuck during high school. And obviously he had hoped to get between her sister’s legs as well and thaw out that sweet pussy. But alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Once he found out little Layla had a fuckin’ bun in the proverbial oven, he accepted the scholarship in Denver and ran for the hills.
Karma was a bitch, one that bent him over and fucked him in the ass with no lube. When he blew out his shoulder and blew his chances at a free ride in college, it took all his parents’ influence to get him a secure job. Now look at him, two steps from partner of the realty company his father had taken over four years ago. He could have any bitch he wanted, so why the fuck was he in this house, hard as steel, thinking about his old girlfriend?
He stopped by the door to his ex’s bedroom and pushed it open. She hadn’t changed the room much since they were nineteen. Walking in he moved to the bed and sat down. He reached out for her night shirt and picked it up, bringing it to his nose. Yeah, now who was the pervert? Fuck it. He was hard and needed to get his rocks off or he was going to drive himself nuts. This whole sneaking into her house thing was turning him on more than he thought possible. He could touch anything he wanted, and she would never know he had been here.
His cock jumped behind his zipper. Fuck yeah, she would never know. He palmed his groin, remembering that innocent face of hers the night he took her. He had never been so freaking noble in his life. What a crock of shit—spouting some crap about being a virgin, fuck had he been! He had lost his V to the high school slut queen, Melissa Saint, four years before. She had ridden him good and long, opened him up to a whole new world of experiences. Until, of course, he hit his growth spurt and he took control. He fucked her ass so hard he left Melissa bleeding in the gym and begging him for more.
Richard squeezed his cock hard in his pants and groaned, catching his breath. Layla had been different—the innocent, perfect little school girl. He, of course, was the handsome quarterback. All it took was sweet words of love, a few touches, and letting Little Miss Innocent ride the wave of orgasm—thanks to his mouth—and she was all his. Of course, he didn’t want slow or sweet, and he hadn’t given it to her either. Even though she whimpered at the pain, he fucked her through her first time. Apologizing like the perfect innocent “virgin” he was, she forgave him. Loving, stupid girl.
His hand moved to his fly, unzipping and releasing his cock. Nightshirt in hand, he leaned back, a sick smile on his face. She got used to his rough handling pretty quickly, didn’t even question when he asked to come over more and more. Why? Because he wanted to watch Lexi, he wanted to see them together. He groaned. His mind started playing over his usual fantasy, Lexi and innocent Layla knelt before him their mouths fused together, their fingers dipping between each other’s legs. He hissed, rubbing his cock faster, his hips arching up as he squeezed his cock to the point of pain. The scent of his ex in this room just made it so much fucking better!
This was beyond anything he had imagined before—being here in this house, it felt more real. Fuck! Lexi was sucking him now, her mouth hot and almost angry around his dick. Layla knelt over his face, parting her glistening lips so he could see her fingers running along her wet slit. Richard hung his head back, he was so close to spilling, his balls drawing tight, fire racing up his spine. Fuck, yes, Lexi, suck me, you dirty whore! Suck me hard! Layla, ride my face, bitch!
With a grunted, he came, spilling hard into the night shirt with a low groan. “Fuck, Layla, fuck me.” He lay back on the bed, a twisted grin on his lips. Maybe he would keep Layla. If he had the kid she would have to come to him. Then he could have her again. He continued to stroke his now flaccid cock until he was spent. Sniffing, he sat up and cleaned himself off, dropping the nightshirt on the floor. Richard tucked himself away, adjusted his pants, and stood looking around the room before exiting. Yeah, he was going to fuck her again if it was the last thing he did.
“What the hell is going on in there?” Lexi hissed low, her grip on Deus’ arm like death. He turned his eyes to her and cleared his throat. Sometimes being the Sin of Lust sucked. Having just had a front seat download of one very fucked-up human’s sexual fantasy in his brain, he really didn’t want to see that shit ever again. Watching the house from this distance had been the best course of action. The moment they saw that car in the driveway he knew he had been correct in keeping Lexi away. By the gods, he didn’t want to think about what would have happened had they disturbed the Sickos now rummaging around in her home.
“Deus, answer me.” Her tense voice brought his head around.
“Nothing. I mean there is something going on. Just not something you need to know about. Trust me.” Deus pushed himself off the forest floor and walked back to the car. There was something very dark and very, very angry writhing in his soul right now. He had never felt anything like it before. The only thought his mind could focus on was ripping that man into small pieces, small enough so he would live through every bit he cut from his body. Deus wanted to rage—he never raged, not ever. Gritting his teeth, he couldn’t get that sick vision out his brain. Even sicker was the mortal who had conjured it. The bastard wanted that fantasy so badly he was willing to take it by force, if need be.
“Deus?” The soft voice from behind him snapped him from the rage like a twig, and he turned around, scraping his hand through his hair. He gave her his best lazy smile. Yeah, she didn’t buy it.
“Sorry, Lexi. Just, it’s nothing. I take it you know these men?” Calm, Asmodeus, breathe, calm.
He watched her lick her lips. His eyes focused on it, his gut tightened. Dammit, fuck, dammit! He was no better than that sick pervert down in the house! He couldn’t get that vision out of his head, but now it was his vision—Lexi on her hands and knees over him, her mouth sliding down his… stop! Turning around quickly, he kept his back to her.
She started to speak, clearly hesitant. “Er, yeah. James Mason, the first one who went in the house. He was the prick who tried to feel me up at prom. I broke his noise, pervert…” Dead man number one. He listened as she spoke. “The drunk one is Ian Ford, pathetic loser, but always left Layla and me alone…” He gets to live. “That piece of walking shit in a suit, Richard Ashton. That’s the bastard who got my sister pregnant and ran out on her. Such a scumbag, he tried getting me into bed while he was with Layla. He always gave me the creeps.” He dies slowly, very slowly, I will gut him.
“Deus, sure everything is okay?” Breathe in, breathe out. Okay, not working. Her scent is too strong, oh god, she smells so good. He felt like she was some kind of siren, and he was a sailor destined for destruction at her command. He could do this, he did not let his Sin rule him any longer. He closed his eyes, calling on those years of calm, collected ambivalence that had helped him get through so many centuries of endless craving and gut-wrenching need to fuck and claim. A white wash of cool flooded his mind, like white noise drowning out the pounding demand of his Sin to pin Lexi to the car and follow through on the images in his head. Turning around, he finally met her eyes and nodded, keeping his mind locked firmly in that void of empty nothingness.
“Yes, I’m fine. Why are they here? I am assuming they are not welcome?” He watched as she frowned at him. Clearly, she noticed the change in his demeanor. He was no longer that joking, smil
ing demon. His face was blank, his eyes devoid of emotion, more like a plank of wood than a man.
Lexi had no clue what the hell had just happened, but it freaked her out. Who was this man, and what the fuck was going on with him? He must have multiple personality disorder or something, because the one staring at her now with dead eyes was not the one who joked around with her this morning, trying to drive her to distraction. Hell, he was not even the one who, a second ago, looked at her like a starving beast—the look that sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach and made her body clench in very deep places.
Fine, if he wanted to ignore that annoying flutter between them, so could she. Turning back to the tree line that hid them, she watched as Richard exited the house. Her lip curled in disgust. Deus moved to her shoulder and Lexi staunchly ignored his presence, even if her whole body heated up while he stood close.
“No, they are not welcome. None of them. If they’re here it means Layla’s not. If Richard has returned after all this time, I have no doubt it is because he saw the video online, the same one you and your brothers saw. So, if he is here, it means he is here for Annabelle. That I will not allow. No one hurts my family, least of all that piece of shit pretending to be human.” Lexi turned and headed back to the car. She hoped the demon at least carried a gun, or something she could use as a weapon.
“Lexi, what are you doing?” There was that dead voice again. She didn’t like it.
“I’m going down there, and I am going to do what I swore to do to his perfect face if I ever saw him again… find something to break his knee caps with.” Resolute in her decision she headed off down the hill toward where Richard lit a cigarette and leaned against the beat-up Chevy truck in her driveway.
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