Boston Avant-Garde 5: Bellicoso

by Kaitlin Maitland

  “What’s going on?” Malachi asked quietly.

  “I’m not sure, and I’m not going to say anything until I’m one hundred percent certain I know the right way to proceed.”

  Malachi settled back down against Selena. “Always cautious.”

  “Always alive.”

  DEMON COULD SMELL her on his hands. Sinking his fingers into her pussy and making her come had touched him far more deeply than he’d expected. The potential between the three of them went beyond the norm. Selena wasn’t a toy.

  He had initially thought the only purpose in using her in their love play was to help Malachi put his past to rest. That wasn’t going to happen with Selena. She was far too precious to fuck and send on her way. Demon wanted to keep her, for good.

  Malachi’s office was quiet when Demon unlocked it and stepped inside. The noise from the club, still in full swing, was muted by the old stone walls. The file was sitting exactly where Malachi had said it would be.

  Demon picked up the slim folder as if it contained a bomb. Suspicions were one thing, even with Lars poking around. If this proved Demon’s misgivings true, fate would have given him a clear signal that his waiting had come to an end.

  He sank into Malachi’s posh chair and angled it so his back was in the corner and his face to the door. A disc slipped out of the folder and landed on the desktop. Demon let it lay there for a moment while he cracked the file open.

  There was nothing inside but a list of locations. To anyone but him it might have been gibberish. Demon’s gut twisted as he gazed at the ports of call that had been the major hubs of his uncle’s smuggling operation. Worse, they’d all been waypoints in the sex trade.

  He thought about the last time he’d seen his uncle. It was a day much like any other until Demon had been caught with a list of names and locations he had intended to give to the authorities. He’d never liked pressuring the men and women who worked in his uncle’s gambling dens. It was then that he’d developed the innate power that was the essence of his dominant nature. He didn’t like to bully with physicality. It was far better to use subtle manipulation.

  Still, the moment he’d discovered his uncle had branched out into acquiring young women from outlying provinces in both China and India in order to sell them into the sex trade, Demon’s path had been clear. He would not be party to something like that. Not then, and certainly not now.

  He stood up and set the file carefully back on the desk exactly how it’d been. Reaching for another disc Malachi had carelessly laid aside, Demon switched Malachi’s disc for Seraph’s. He slipped the case into his waistband in the small of his back. He didn’t have to look at the disc to guess what was on it. The players in the game had already told him everything he needed to know.

  * * * *

  Selena woke slowly to the sensation of being petted like a spoiled kitten. She kept her eyes closed as she adjusted to her surroundings. Despite the fact that she was in what amounted to a strange bed in an even stranger situation, she’d never felt so warm and secure. It was as if all her petty worries and jealousies had disappeared entirely. It didn’t matter that her perfect marriage had been a lie. Or that her mother seemed determined to force Selena into the family mold. Whatever was happening between her and these two powerful men was all she cared about.

  “Wake up, sweetheart.” Malachi’s hand stroked over her ribs and cupped her left breast.

  “What if I refuse?” She wasn’t really the biddable type. If that’s what they wanted, they’d best get another girl.

  His low chuckle made her belly clench with need. “I suppose I could spank you.”

  Selena opened her eyes because she couldn’t stand not seeing his gorgeous face one second longer. They appeared to be alone in the room. Malachi lay on his side next to her, his weight propped on one elbow as he stared down into her face. It was a little overwhelming in a delicious way. She swallowed the lump that seemed determined to lodge itself in her throat. “I probably shouldn’t tell you that your threat is more of a turn-on than a deterrent.”

  He threw his head back and laughed. She caught her breath at the sight. His silky hair was sleep-tousled. She reached up and gently brushed it back from his face. She barely knew this man. How the hell could she feel so comfortable with him?

  Catching her hand, he pressed his lips to her palm. “I love your sassiness.”

  “I thought I was supposed to be obedient.”

  He threaded their fingers together and held them up as if he were admiring the sight. “A lot of people who either live or play in the BDSM world believe a sub should be like a slave. They’re forever doling out punishments and rewards. Kind of like perpetually training a dog.”

  Her heart seized, rebelling at the idea of living life like that. No matter the sexual benefits. “Sounds awful.”

  “It is.” Something unspeakably dark touched his features. “Which is why Demon and I feel so strongly that it’s about the relationship more than the protocol.” Malachi’s expression grew soft as he gazed down at her. “We all have personalities. That’s life. We either mesh or we don’t. We argue and bicker and sometimes we fight, but our personalities dictate how it happens.”

  “I can’t picture you being submissive to anyone.”

  “I’m not submissive to just anyone, Selena. Half of the Doms that come to Triptych have tried to bend me to their will. It’s in their nature.”

  “So how can it work?”

  “You’ve met Demon, and you’ve felt his aura. I know you have because I’ve watched you react to it. When it comes to him, he has the same effect on me that he does on you.”

  She was still having a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that Malachi wanted to submit. “Wouldn’t it seem smarter to just avoid people like him then?”

  “After meeting Demon and being a part of this, would you want to walk away and never look back?”

  Her mind was saying of course, but every other fiber of her being was screaming no! She’d barely scratched the surface of a man who had the ability to make her feel the most intense pleasure of her life. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted to learn him, enjoy him, and make him crack a smile. Hell, for the first time in her life she knew what it was like to want someone else’s happiness and fulfillment above her own.

  “Didn’t think so.” Malachi grinned and lowered his head to brush a kiss across her lips.

  She wanted to touch him. Not just feel his body snuggled alongside hers, but touch him. Feeling bold, she ran her fingers over the lips that had just kissed hers. There was a faint electrical hum beneath the contact. As if there was a connection between them that defied logic. She wondered if that extra something was what made it seem like she’d known him forever instead of just days.

  “Nobody will ever ask you to give up who you are, Selena.”

  He plucked at her nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it hardened. The thrill was incredible. It was as if he’d discovered a direct line from her tit to her pussy. Each tug on her nipple sent a zing of warmth to her crotch. Her clit pulsed with awareness. He switched breasts, giving the other one the same expert attention. Tugging, pinching, twisting to a point where pleasure melted into pain and an agonizing awareness of her need.

  His hand left her breast and traveled down her abdomen before pausing on her mound. “The goal is for your unique personality to enhance this.”

  Unable to quell her reaction, she thrust her hips in an effort to entice him to slide his hand lower.

  “You’re a wanton little thing, aren’t you?” Malachi’s murmur made her even hotter. He let his hand cup her pussy, but went no further. “I have my limits. I want you so bad I can taste it. I want to spread your legs and bury my cock in your tight cunt, but that’s not my call to make.”

  Instead of making her angry or disappointed, his words inflamed some strange want she’d never felt before. Malachi was waiting for Demon, for their Dom to enter the room and decide how they could best pleasure
each other and him. She’d never once thought exhibitionism would be her thing. Right then, the idea of Demon orchestrating what would surely be the best sex of her life sounded like a taste of heaven.

  “However.” Malachi’s fingers spread her pussy lips and made her moan. “While the cat is away, the mice will play.”

  He probed her sleek wetness. She inhaled sharply and squirmed as he passed close to her clit while obviously avoiding it. He drew tiny circles around it, closer and closer without giving her the touch she needed to come undone.

  “You’re not going to come just yet, Selena.” Malachi’s gaze held her utterly at his mercy. “Not until Demon is here. I won’t deny him that.”

  “What if I can’t stop?”

  “Maybe I’d better teach you how.”

  Intrigued, she plowed through the lusty haze in her brain and latched on to the idea. “That’s possible?”

  “Spread your legs for me. I want that pretty pussy splayed wide open.” He pushed the soft throw away from their bodies.

  His erotic order made her shiver with desire. Letting her knees fall open, she brought her heels up toward her crotch until she’d spread herself for him. She had never used her flexibility in quite this way before. It was titillating.

  Without preamble, Malachi slid his index finger into her vagina. She gasped at the abrupt intrusion. Her inner muscles flexed hard to squeeze against the penetration.

  “Relax,” Malachi urged. “Let the feelings wash right over you, but don’t let yourself clamp down on me.”

  She exhaled, forcing her vaginal muscles to loosen as she would other parts of her body during dance.

  “Much better.” He moved his finger quickly, making short thrusts and a sexy wet noise. “It can feel good, but it doesn’t have to push you over the edge. Try squeezing my finger now, but pay attention to the sensation in your nervous system. Try to gauge how much arousal you can handle. Look for the edge of the cliff, and then back away.”

  Giving in to the urge to bear down on the finger penetrating her channel, Selena reveled in the sensation of rising pleasure that swept her. This time, she didn’t let it drag her blindly in its wake. She became aware of exactly what Malachi spoke of—a precipice in her mind, the point of no return, coming at her full throttle.

  She forced herself to relax when she saw it looming. The muscles in her pussy quivered with the need to chase the orgasm they sensed ahead. She shaped her desire, glorying in the sense of control and accomplishment. As she did, she began to understand some of what Demon had said earlier about limits, about pushing them and gaining satisfaction from doing so.

  “Now we add another layer of temptation,” Malachi whispered.

  He plunged two more fingers into her channel. The compulsion to squeeze tightly on the delicious pressure was agonizing. When her body bent to her will, Selena gained a heady sensation that surpassed anything she’d ever felt before.

  Malachi kissed her forehead. “Well done, sweetheart.”

  Selena felt as if she were gaining accolades for something not really accomplished. “But I want to come.”

  “You should want to come.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy and then licked them clean. The sight made her moan with longing. “It’s what we do with our wants that matters. Delaying gratification makes it all the sweeter.”

  The air in the room shifted, and Selena realized Demon stood at the end of the bed, one shoulder resting casually against the bedpost. The hair obscuring his expression couldn’t hide the heat in his gaze.

  One corner of his sensual mouth tilted up in a grin that nearly made her come then and there. “You want to come, and I want to watch you come with Malachi’s cock buried inside your sweet pussy.”

  Beside Selena, Malachi growled low in his chest. The sound rumbled through her body like a living wave of lust. Demon produced a condom from his pocket, holding it up as if he were waiting for Malachi to examine it.

  “I get tested regularly,” Selena said, wondering if she would sound too eager.

  Demon’s gaze settled on Malachi. “We get tested regularly as well, but we use condoms anyway.”

  MALACHI KNEW INSTINCTIVELY Demon was about to push in a direction he never had before. Malachi hadn’t ejaculated inside a lover since Seraph’s deception. He hadn’t wanted to. Now he discovered he was utterly torn. The concept of climaxing inside Selena and marking her with his male essence was enticing. The level of trust that would require left him breathless with horror.

  “Come stand beside me, Selena.” Demon reached over and took her hand to help her off the bed.

  She looked like a tiny piece of perfection with her flushed peaches-and-cream skin and her hypnotic green eyes. Malachi wanted to be inside her badly. The taste of her cream lingered on his tongue like a promise.

  Demon moved toward the foot of the bed. “Lie down with your head in this direction, Malachi.”

  It was only the familiarity of his partner that kept Malachi from bolting. He shoved the throw out of the way and settled his body with his feet facing the headboard. His chest was rising and falling so quickly he thought he might pass out.

  “Relax.” Demon crouched down and cupped Malachi’s face. “You know I won’t steer you wrong.”

  “I know.”

  Demon leaned in and kissed Malachi. Their tongues tangled together, the kiss quickly intensifying. Malachi enjoyed the way Demon coaxed with loving thrusts, only to retreat and encourage Malachi to do the same. It was a dance, a careful duel that mirrored the balance between them.

  Selena’s sweet cry made Demon pull back. He gave Malachi a mischievous grin. “I think she’s ready.”

  Before Malachi could protest, Demon grabbed his dick and rolled the condom into place. Then he turned and beckoned Selena close. It heated Malachi’s blood when she came so eagerly, nestling in their Dom’s arms.

  “You’re going to ride him for me, little one.” Demon kissed her neck, biting the sensitive flesh at the nape. “Don’t come until I tell you. No matter how badly you want to, I promise I can make it better if you let me.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  If her expression was anything to go by, the words had tumbled out of her mouth without thought. The satisfaction on Demon’s face told Malachi the Dominant was pleased with their new playmate.

  Demon lifted Selena onto the bed and helped her position herself astride Malachi’s body. Her silky legs nestled alongside his, her skin warm and resilient. He wanted to touch as he had earlier, but this wasn’t the time. Malachi’s stomach was in knots. Desire warred with fear until he wasn’t certain which one made his heart pound and his blood pump.

  Selena knelt above him, and Malachi could feel the heat of her wet pussy brushing the tip of his cock. His traitorous brain mourned the barrier, wanting to feel her skin to skin as she slid along his shaft. It was his heart that pounded out a rhythm of caution and mistrust learned at such a great cost.

  Selena groaned as she impaled herself on his erection, wriggling just a little when he was fully seated inside her. It felt so good, but Malachi warred with the instinct to push her away. He clenched his hands at his sides and focused on Demon’s comforting presence instead of his own fears.

  “Beautiful.” Demon’s husky voice anchored them all. He reached up, pulled his T-shirt over his head, and tossed it aside. “Hold my hands, little one. Let me set the pace.”

  Malachi’s mouth watered as he gazed up at Demon’s bare chest. His skin was a natural dark gold. It stretched over ripped abs so tightly packed they looked sculpted. His pectorals were crowned with dark nipples already beaded into tiny points. Malachi admired the sleek contour of Demon’s arms, so different from his own. Demon’s hands gripped Selena’s, her skin perfect and fair beside his.

  When she began to move, Malachi was lost. Her pussy ground down on his erection. Each stroke sent him plunging deep inside her channel until he felt her sweet spot kiss the tip of his cock. Her sex was wetter and tighter than he’d ever imagined. It ca
ressed him with each movement of her hips, advancing and retreating as Demon helped her move.

  Malachi dropped every pretense of control. He was threadbare, his balls clenching beneath him, physically ready to pour his seed into Selena’s body despite the tainted emotions seething in the background. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He was awed by the way she moved. Her perfect breasts bobbed in time with their lovemaking. They quivered and danced as she undulated against him. Her eyes were closed, her breathing hitching on each downstroke.

  Suddenly, Demon placed Selena’s hands on Malachi’s chest. Malachi stared up in surprise, meeting his partner’s eyes as Demon reached for the fly of his jeans.

  “I need you to suck me, Malachi.”

  The gravel in Demon’s tone was like nothing Malachi had ever heard before. There was a tremor in his partner’s hand as he unfastened his jeans and pulled out his thick, uncircumcised penis.

  Malachi twisted his head to the side and opened his mouth, welcoming the taste of his partner’s rigid cock. He used his hands to stretch the sac and hold it away from his lover’s body. Sweat glistened on Demon’s abdomen, though he stayed utterly still.

  The warm, musky flavor of precum filled Malachi’s mouth. Using his free hand, he pulled the foreskin gently away from the tip and sucked hard. Above him, he could see Selena watching them with rapt attention. Her channel was trembling around Malachi’s cock as she perched on the edge of her release. He wanted to feel the sweet melting of her body around his, but he knew Demon would make her wait until they could gain their orgasms together. Dread mingled with arousal inside his chest.

  Malachi tamped down his apprehension and worked the cock lodged in his mouth even harder. He nibbled and sucked, taking the thick member all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing it whole. He’d known Demon a long time. He knew what pushed his Dom to the edge, and he was eager to provide it.

  Holding Demon’s cock deep inside his throat, Malachi slid his fingers behind his lover’s testicles and found the tight flesh around the anal entrance. Malachi’s fingers were damp with his saliva. He slid them across the sensitive area and just barely pushed inside.