by A. H. Lee
“Mal…” murmured Jessica in a how-could-you? tone.
Mal reached up and lifted the collar off Azrael. Healing him was easier when Mal was wearing it. He thought Azrael was going to say something else stupid like, “Don’t, Mal. I had it coming.” But he didn’t say anything when Mal laid a hand over the bruises—first his stomach, then his wrists. When Mal was finished, Azrael’s skin looked as pale and unmarked as ever.
Mal kissed him again and murmured, “Do you want me to put you back on your knees in that summoning circle?”
Azrael laughed shakily. “Mal, I really am so tired I can hardly see straight.”
“I’m not,” said Jessica with a note of mischief, and Mal turned to grin at her.
“Why do you always wear pajamas when you know I’m just going to take them off of you?”
“Because they are cozy and feel pleasant against my skin. Oh!” Mal pushed the front of her top up, letting in a waft of cool air against her breasts. He bent to kiss her ear and run his tongue around the rim. This always made her squirm and giggle. It also made her nipples hard.
“I have a re…request,” Jessica choked out.
“Your wish is my command,” said Mal with her earlobe between his lips.
“I want you to give Ren a backrub. I want to watch. Then I want to fuck you.”
Azrael, who’d been in the act of rising from the floor, stopped to glance at her in surprise. Jessica looked up at him, grinning. “Has Mal ever given you a backrub?”
“No.”
“He’s really good at it.”
“I can imagine.”
“He feels guilty asking me for things like that,” said Mal.
“Well, I’m asking for him,” said Jessica. “Only we all need to take off these wet, soapy clothes first.”
“I really should get rid of this summoning circle with magic,” said Azrael. “I don’t know why I thought I could get it out with soap.”
Mal looked at the circle critically. “Don’t get rid of it yet. I’d like to…play with it a bit.”
Azrael started to say something, went a little pink, started to speak again, gave up and headed for the washroom.
“During sex!” Mal called after him. “I would like to play with it during sex!”
“Yes, I figured that out,” returned Azrael from behind the door.
“Just making sure. You looked confused.”
“I think he’s just overwhelmed with possibilities,” snickered Jessica in Mal’s ear.
“Or foreboding,” said Mal and added, “Fun sex! Fun, consensual, and hot sex!”
“Yes, I understand that,” said Azrael desperately. “Please let me calm down and go to sleep.”
Jessica was laughing as she stood up. “We promise to behave. Come get a backrub.”
Chapter 17
Jessica
Jessica made them both strip before climbing into bed. Azrael with his short, straight hair, lean muscles, narrower frame, and pale skin. Mal with his glorious dark curls, more pronounced curves of muscle, broader shoulders, and tea-colored complexion. They were both so different and so beautiful, and she loved looking at them.
Azrael lay down on his stomach. Mal started to kneel beside him, but Jessica grinned and gave Azrael’s ass a smack that made him jump. “Sit here.”
“Whatever the lady says.”
“Jessica—” began Azrael.
“We’re not going to sex you up. You’ll go to sleep, I promise. It’s better if he sits on your ass. Humor me.”
So Mal straddled Azrael’s hips and sat. He began to rub in long strokes—shoulders to hips, then along Azrael’s spine, up his neck into his hair, over his arms. Azrael’s breathing grew even. He seemed genuinely surprised by how good it felt. “Gods, Mal. That really feels incredibly wonderful.”
Mal began to work deeper, getting his thumbs into the muscles of Azrael’s shoulders, moving down his back as though counting each vertebra. Azrael melted. Jessica watched as his body visibly relaxed into the mattress. He was making such breathy moans that Mal finally exclaimed, “You don’t make this much noise when I fuck you!”
Jessica always enjoyed the sight of their bodies together, and there was something particularly sweet about a massage. Mal was getting an erection. Jessica wasn’t surprised. The combination of intimate physical contact and the noises Azrael was making were certainly enough to make her wet.
It wasn’t long before Azrael’s groans and whimpers subsided. His breathing deepened even more. Mal was still rubbing in long strokes. Jessica sat up and reached across Azrael’s inert back to run two fingers up the underside of Mal’s shaft.
He let out his breath in a hiss.
“Keep working,” breathed Jessica.
Mal gave a little whine, but he kept stroking. Jessica moved her fingers down to caress his balls before returning to his cock. She wrapped her hand around the firm flesh and rubbed him in and out of his sheath.
She saw the muscles of his lower belly jump and flex. She let her thumb circle the head of his dick, back and forth across the tip, then around the edges, enjoying the silkiness of the skin and the leaking fluid that told her she was having an effect. She pulled on his magic, and that really got his attention. “Jessica…”
“Do you want me?” she purred.
“I want you so bad.”
“Then come here. But don’t wake him up.”
Mal levered himself off of Azrael. “I don’t think a hurricane could wake him up right now.”
“Oh, good!” said Jessica with a giggle.
Mal straddled her naked body, looking down at her pink nipples, her rapidly rising and falling chest. Jessica wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d immediately pressed his cock between her legs. She was certainly warmed up. But Mal started to kiss his way lower, trailing his tongue over her stomach, her navel, her lower belly and finally between her legs.
“Oh, you sweet, sweet incubus,” murmured Jessica. He pressed two fingers inside her slippery entrance, rubbing back and forth, his thumb barely brushing her clit, teasing.
Jessica bit her lip. Well, I suppose that’s fair. “Mal…”
He licked her. He circled her clit with his tongue and then sucked, rubbed his fingers hard inside. Jessica’s back arched. Mal tugged on her magic and warmth spread through her belly. She buried her hands in his hair. “Mal, Mal, Mal…” He paused to whisper playfully, “Don’t wake up Ren.”
Jessica caught the thread of energy between them and pulled back. He still had so much magic! Feeding was a different kind of pleasure, but it went with sexual arousal like chocolate with peanut butter. Jessica’s thighs were quivering when Mal stopped licking and moved back up her body again. She was painfully close to orgasm and she wrapped her legs around him impatiently.
“My unerring incubus senses tell me that you want something,” whispered Mal.
“You are incredibly perceptive,” panted Jessica.
“Can I interest you in cookies? Cupcakes? Weird horses? Magical chicks? A drink?”
Jessica growled as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed his hard cock inside her. “I would like a hurricane, please.”
He gave her one.
Azrael still didn’t wake up.
Sometime later, as they lay in each other’s arms in the dark, Mal murmured, “I know we’re strange—me and Ren. We seem normal to me, but when I spend time around normal people…I can see that we’re strange.”
Jessica gave a sleepy laugh.
Mal petted her hair. “I’m so happy you love us anyway.”
“I do,” whispered Jessica. “I love you so much. I wouldn’t trade your strangeness for anything in the world. Merry Yule, Mal.”
“Merry Yule, Jessica.”
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