Desire After Dark: Lords of Pleasure

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by Jo Carlisle


  Oh yes! Fuck both of my holes! Ride me!

  Kass reached the breaking point, unable to hold off coming for even one more second. Luc seemed to sense this and shouted.

  “Come for us, baby! Soak my dick!”

  She gave a muffled cry around Legion’s cock and did just that. Her orgasm exploded and she rode it hard, shuddering on and on. She creamed Luc’s cock as he pumped his juice into her as well, yelling again.

  Legion came next, ribbons of creamy seed shooting down her throat. She drank all of him she was able, but some ran from the sides of her mouth and into her hair. There was something really naughty about being soaked with cum—two males’ plus her own. The scent of sex permeated the air around them, and she basked in it, bringing the demon down with gentle sucks and cleaning off every bit of cum she could. When she could milk no more, the demon carefully withdrew from her mouth and moved off her.

  Luc finished and pulled out, placing a kiss to her thigh as he did. She floated as her wrists and ankles were released.

  “Shower, baby. Then we’ll rest.”

  She made a noise of protest. “I’m comfortable right here.”

  “But we’re a mess. Come on, we’ll help you,” their friend said.

  True to their word, they practically carried her to the shower where they soaped, washed, and rinsed her from head to toe before taking care of themselves. A little groping and a lot of kissing were involved, promising another round for the three of them later.

  After they’d dried off and toweled their hair, they snuggled into bed, Kass in the middle. She was floating on a sea of content when Legion spoke softly.

  “Thank you, both of you, for including me tonight. I’ve missed this sort of closeness, and it’s nice that I have two good friends to share it with.”

  They both hugged him, and Kass smiled. “Well, you’ve got us until that stubborn ass of a mate of yours sees the chance right in front of him.”

  “That’s not going to happen, Kass.”

  “I wouldn’t be so sure. You didn’t see the way he was staring at you during the ceremony, as if he wanted nothing more than to snatch you and take you away somewhere private.”

  “You’re making that up.” But hope and wonder colored his voice.

  “Nope, and you know me better than that. Val is hurting, and I think he regrets what’s happened.”

  “That doesn’t mean it will ever work.”

  “But it’s more than you had before,” Luc told him.

  “So keep the faith?” Legion’s smile was mocking, but his eyes couldn’t lie. The demon was still hopelessly in love with his mate, and he wanted the chance to fix things.

  Maybe that day would come.

  Kass kissed his cheek. “Exactly. If Luc and I can beat the odds we had stacked against us, anyone can.”

  “With some help from our friends, anything is possible,” Luc agreed.

  Nothing held more truth than that, Kass knew.

  “If you say so, vampire.”

  “I do. Shut up and go to sleep.”

  “When we could be making your gorgeous mate scream with pleasure?”

  “Good point.”

  Laughing, Kass tried to fend off two very ravenous males—although she admittedly didn’t try very hard. In her opinion, sleep was highly overrated. That was why she never got much that night, or on any of the nights to come, for a very long time.

  And being thoroughly loved by her vampire suited her just fine.

  Holding his wife’s hand, Luc guided her through the crowd on Bourbon Street—no easy task since she kept stopping to marvel over every bar, restaurant, shop, and sex parlor they passed.

  “This is amazing!” she gasped, her eyes round. “Everything a person could ever want is right here on this one street!”

  Laughing, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “Only New Orleans has the ability to surprise those who think they’ve seen everything.”

  “I didn’t get a chance to look around last time, but you’re right. This place is so sleazy, I love it.”

  “You were here, on Bourbon Street?”

  “Yes, after I was made human, when I was looking for you.” Some of the joy dimmed in her eyes.

  Well, he wouldn’t have that. “You’re going to love discovering the city, then. She’s a gaudy old whore who tells a helluva story, and you can’t help but love her.”

  She smiled. “I like that idea. Almost as much as I like you.”

  “You say the sweetest things.” He was half teasing. Though her mushy center showed on carefree days like today, Kass was still a tough warrior at heart. “Why don’t we sit down and have a drink?”

  “Sounds good.”

  Pulling her along, he took them to one of the open bars along the sidewalk. There were a few tables just under the awning, out of the way of the crowd, but close enough to enjoy the excellent people-watching. When he reached a small table, he pulled out a chair for her and gestured to it. She looked puzzled for a moment before sitting.

  “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the customs of your world,” she remarked, bemused.

  “You will, baby. Don’t worry.” After kissing her temple, he squeezed her shoulder. “Wait right here. There’s something I want you to try.”

  Striding to the bar, he ordered two drinks. The bartender mixed them up fast, and Luc paid cash, giving the man a generous tip. Then he went back to their table and set Kass’s huge glass in front of her.

  Her brows rose. “Is that thing all for me?”

  “Yep.” He sat across from her. “Got one of my own right here.”

  “Great gods, that’s the biggest drink I’ve ever seen. What is it?”

  “It’s called a hurricane, because it only takes one to blow your socks off. No other city on earth makes a better one.”

  “What’s in it?”

  “Rum, juice, and a bunch of other stuff. Who cares? Taste it.”

  Eyeing the concoction, she used her straw to take a sip. And then she beamed in pleasure. “Oh my! That’s wonderful.”

  “Isn’t it? Thought you’d like it.”

  “Mmm.” She sipped happily, oblivious to the fact that he was hiding something—or so he’d thought. “What’s going on with you?”

  “Me?” His left hand stopped fiddling with the box in his jacket pocket. “What do you mean?”

  “You’ve had your hand in your pocket off and on all day,” she observed. “And once in a while you grin like a naughty boy with a secret. So, you’re either playing with yourself, or you have some other secret. In which case you’d better share.”

  “Damn. You’re much too perceptive.” Suddenly, he was a little nervous. He wanted so much for her to love his surprise. “I was just waiting for the right time.”

  “Well, since you’ve piqued my interest, the time is now.”

  He took a deep breath. How to put his feelings into words? Sometimes words were so inadequate.

  “When I was lying in the hospital and believed I’d lost you, I kept thinking about this,” he said, gesturing to the French Quarter at large. “I fantasized about how I’d bring you here and we’d sip hurricanes, have fun, and just enjoy being together.”

  “And that came true,” she said softly, reaching across the table to take his hand. “We are together, having fun, and it’s a fabulous day.”

  “Yes, it is.” He brought the box from his pocket and set it on the table between them. “But I wanted to make it even more perfect. And since we didn’t really do wedding gifts, I thought this would be something special for both of us.”

  She was starting to look excited. “Now I’m dying of curiosity. May I?”

  “Of course.”

  His pulse gave a little leap as she removed the lid. But he needn’t have worried. As she held aloft two matching gold chains, her beautiful whiskey eyes shone.

  “Luc,” she breathed. “They’re beautiful.”

  “You like them?”

  “Yes! I love them.
One for each of us?” She examined them carefully, touching the small sword pendant on each necklace.

  “Exactly. You see, when the ogres took my collar, I was royally pissed. You’d given it to me, and it wasn’t until it was gone that I realized what having it truly meant—that I belonged to you and no other. That I belonged with you.” He paused and cleared his throat. “When you agreed to marry me, I ordered these specially made. I wanted us both to have one, because now we belong to each other, forever.”

  “They’re gorgeous.” Tears filled her eyes. “Thank you.”

  Scooting back her chair, she rushed around the table. In short order, he had a lapful of happy woman, kissing him deeply, igniting his body. And his heart.

  “You’ll always be my warrior,” he told her, stroking her hair. “Even the gods can’t take that from us.”

  “And you’ll always be mine.

  “I love you, Luc Fontaine,” she murmured, nibbling his neck.

  “And I love you with all my soul, Mrs. Fontaine.” He shuddered, arousal flaring as it always did with his woman. “Finish your hurricane, baby.”

  “So we can get out of here and explore just how happy you’ve made me?”

  “Now you’re talking.”

  She bit his ear. “We can make these naughty drinks at home, you know. And sip them from each other’s bodies.”

  He stood fast, putting her on her feet. Then he grabbed her hand and set off for the car at a jog, Kass’s laughter ringing in his ears.

  Hurricanes, hot nights, and the woman he loved.

  Luc Fontaine was, at long last, a rich man indeed.

 

 

 


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