Mortal Seductions

by Allyson James

  Leon sketched it out, made a list of names, Felicia Mason included, and sat back to think. His conclusion was that anyone on Remy’s archaeological team could be the thief, including the couple that kept the house. Terrific. He hoped Remy’s faith in him wasn’t misplaced.

  Leon threw down his pencil and laced his hands behind his head. He needed to get real. Remy hadn’t asked him to come all the way to Egypt because he thought Leon could help him hunt a thief. Remy had invited Leon because he thought Leon needed something to do. Leon had seen bad things, and Remy didn’t want Leon sitting around in his houseboat outside Fontaine getting PTSD.

  “Shit.” Leon got up and stalked around his room. It was a large room, Demitri’s friend having given them the best ones in the hotel. They had the entire floor to themselves—it had only three bedrooms and its own private pool and sauna.

  Why the hell anyone would want to sit in a sauna when it was a hundred degrees outside, Leon didn’t know. The pool sounded good, though. He changed into swim trunks he’d crammed into his duffel bag as an afterthought before he left home.

  As he headed down the hall, he paused as he passed Val’s door. She could swim with him. He started to get hard thinking about her stripped down for bathing; got even harder wondering whether she’d wear that gold chain around her waist into the water.

  Leon made himself keep walking. If he let Val out, even to stay on the same floor, Demitri might take the key back from Leon. And Leon refused to leave Val at Demitri’s mercy.

  He swam alone in the small pool, liking stretching his muscles in the cool water. The shifter in him wanted him to change into some kind of animal that liked the water—a bear maybe, but he resisted. If someone on the staff came in and saw a grizzly bear frolicking in the pool, that would be just too damn hard to explain.

  Leon dried himself off. What the hell, he’d give the sauna a try, too. He opened the door of the small enclosure, feeling a wash of hot air roll over his body. He stepped inside.

  Demitri sat on a bench across from the door. His head was back, his eyes closed, and the big man wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing.

  6

  HOLY shit,” Leon spluttered. “I thought you had business to do.”

  Demitri open his eyes a crack. “I did. I finished.”

  “You want a towel?”

  “No.”

  Leon debated swinging around and rushing out, leaving Demitri naked and alone with himself, but he refused to be intimidated. He was a medic. He knew what men looked like without their clothes.

  He closed the door, shutting them into the stuffy, heated room. Leon sat on the bench on the adjacent wall, his knees nearly touching Demitri’s.

  “So tell me,” Leon said as he leaned back. “Do all demigods grow them that big?”

  “Very funny.”

  “Hey, if you don’t want to use a towel, I’ll make jokes. Talk about the elephant in the room.”

  “I’m sure your army friends liked your sense of humor.”

  “My army friends didn’t keep their enormous cocks hanging out. I never in my life saw anything that big.”

  Demitri’s gaze swiveled to him. “I don’t much care what a mortal man thinks of my endowments.”

  “It’s hard not to think about it, considering how much it’s sticking out.”

  “You exaggerate.”

  “Not by much.”

  It didn’t help that Demitri was hard. The long ridge of his penis lay over his abdomen, reaching almost to his navel. The man was in great shape, with sculpted muscles and flat abs. He had the kind of body Leon worked constantly to keep up, but Leon had never seen Demitri exercise.

  “So,” Leon asked, “was that erection caused by you thinking about Val?”

  Demitri nodded. “I was remembering watching the two of you together.”

  Leon felt his own cock swiftly rise, but at least his was hidden by a towel. “Did we entertain you enough?”

  “I was surprised by how much I liked watching her with you. I thought I’d be eaten up by jealousy, but I loved watching her find pleasure.”

  Leon’s hot face flushed even more. “Are you always this blunt about sex?”

  “If you choose to make comments about my penis, I will speak truthfully about sex.”

  “Yes, but you’re talking about watching me have sex.”

  “With Val,” Demitri said. “I liked watching her take you and shivering with it. I liked hearing her moan.”

  “I’ve got to be honest; I liked it, too.”

  “It’s been a very long time since I touched her.” Demitri’s voice went soft. “Was she tight?”

  Leon gave up. If Demitri could drop his inhibitions, so could Leon. It was almost a relief to.

  “Damn fucking tight,” Leon said. “And so wet. She was dripping with it.”

  Demitri made a noise in his throat. His cock extended a little farther, though Leon hadn’t thought that possible. “Which way was best?” he asked.

  “I liked taking her from behind. I could get in deep, and she clenched me hard. But I liked face-to-face best. I could kiss her, lick her nipples.”

  “She always tasted good.”

  “She still does.”

  “I’ll never have her again,” Demitri said, his voice hollow with regret. “But I can remember.”

  You can if you help her, Leon wanted to say, but he didn’t want to spoil the moment. They were two men sharing a fantasy about a beautiful woman, and he wanted to keep on with it. If Val knew that they were talking about her, she’d probably roll her eyes. She was quite a lady.

  “What was your best time with her?” Leon asked.

  Demitri closed his eyes, considering. “On the roof of the house where I rented rooms in Athens. The stones would still be warm from the day’s sunshine, even when the night was cool. Val would shed her clothes and stand over me, oh so beautiful. I sat up and drank her. She has the best pussy in the world.”

  “You’ve got that right.”

  “You’re tenting.”

  Leon looked down at his lap. The towel had risen, his cock beneath pushing it upward.

  To hell with it. Leon tossed the towel aside. He wasn’t as big as Demitri, but he wasn’t ashamed of what he had.

  “I need release,” Demitri said.

  “Hey, you go for it, man. I won’t look.”

  Demitri didn’t move. He’d rested his elbows on the bench back, and his large hands dangled at his sides. “If my friends were here, they’d help me.”

  “Shit, what kind of friends do you have? Does Val know about these ladies?”

  “Nico and Andreas. They’re demigods, too. We’ve been friends for millennia.”

  Male friends. Leon remembered Val suggesting that Leon and Demitri sate themselves on each other. “So call them.”

  “They both married a few months ago. They went back to America to start families.”

  “Lucky them,” Leon said, meaning it.

  “I’m happy for them. They’re both very much in love, and their ladies are beautiful.”

  “But it leaves you by your lonesome. I’m real sorry for you, even if I don’t understand why men are gay.”

  “I’m not a man,” Demitri reminded him. “And I’m not gay, as you call it. It is different in the world of gods and their offspring. We don’t regard males having sex with males or females with females with the horror that many humans do. And it changes through the centuries—sometimes among humans it’s taboo, at other times not.”

  “I was just never around it,” Leon said. “Or if I was, the guy kept it to himself. I come from a small town, and some people didn’t put up with it.”

  “I know. I learned all about you. Why are you not disgusted with me like the people in your small town would be?”

  For one thing, Leon was enjoying sitting in here with this man, both of them naked, both of them talking about Val. Maybe having a woman in the equation took away his discomfort.

  “I met a lot of people in the
army. From all places, all races, all upbringings. I traveled around, learned different cultures, realized that people are pretty much the same, no matter how they grew up. Even if they like guys on guys.”

  “I like men on women. Or demigods on demigods.”

  “That’s why when Val suggested you and I go for it, you said ‘he’s mortal,’ like that made you sick.”

  “And she rightly pointed out you aren’t mortal.”

  Leon’s comeback died in his mouth. Demitri remained in his relaxed position, his eyes dark between half-closed lids. His voice had gone deeper, but not seductive. He was a man suggesting he and another man play together, but he might have been suggesting a swim or a game of one-on-one basketball.

  “I’ve never in my life touched another man,” Leon said. “I’m not looking to start now.”

  “Then we are both on our own.”

  “Looks like.”

  Demitri shrugged his large shoulders, then he reached down and closed his fist over his own cock.

  VAL woke with a start. She lay still a moment, her breath quick, wondering what had awakened her. Moonlight streamed through the windows, curtains left open to catch the white light of the nearly full moon. She’d forgotten how intense light could be at night in Egypt.

  Something hot prickled her skin. Val relaxed on her pillows and let it come. For a moment, she basked in the warmth of the feeling, then she sat up, realizing what she sensed. Sex. Somewhere close by, a man was releasing the sexual tension from his body. Two men.

  Val went still, her blood thrumming and hot. She felt the demon stir inside, and hugged her knees to her chest.

  She couldn’t let it out. Valenarian was vicious—she might try to kill Leon. Val pictured Leon’s tight body, his green eyes that had seen pain, a haunted man who was trying to be kind to the rest of the world. She remembered when he’d shifted back from the tiger, standing upright and naked, as beautiful as Demitri.

  Move over and let me enjoy it, sweetie. Val felt her eyes changing, her body growing hot with the demon’s fire.

  No, please don’t do this.

  Wimp. Demitri is going to kill me anyway. At least let me go out enjoying myself.

  I don’t want to hurt them.

  I can’t hurt them. They’re strong, powerful men, who aren’t going to go down for the likes of me.

  No, Val tried one last time.

  Too late. Valenarian laughed, and Val lost her hold on reality.

  She rose, pulled off the pajamas Valerie had donned, then shrugged on a silk robe. The door lock was easy to destroy with a small burst of demon fire. The door opened, and Valenarian was free.

  She had no desire to rush out of the hotel and into the night. The pheromones of the shifters down the hall drew her like a magnet.

  The pool room was really an enclosed area resting on the roof of the floors below, with awnings and plants to cool things down from the intense sun. At night, hidden lights illuminated the greenery, and moonlight reflected in the soft blue of the water.

  On the other side of the pool were doors that led to dressing rooms and a small sauna. Val went unerringly to the door of the sauna, opened it, and looked in.

  Her blood heated in delight. Leon and Demitri sat against adjacent walls, knees touching, each with a fist around his hard cock. Demitri had his eyes closed, his head bowed, and Leon stared up at the ceiling, his face relaxed.

  Val paused to take in the delectable picture. Both men gleamed with sweat, Demitri’s skin dark, Leon’s lighter. Muscles rippled as they stroked themselves.

  Demitri groaned softly. His cock was long and stiff; black hair curled at its base. Leon’s was shorter but thicker, the wide rod Valenarian now remembered penetrating her. Leon rubbed himself quickly, but Demitri’s stroke was smooth and slow, practiced.

  Val moved quietly toward them, not wanting to interrupt. She stopped in front of them and let her silk robe slide to the floor.

  “Let me do that for you, lovers.”

  Demitri’s eyes snapped open. The next instant Val found herself pinned against the opposite wall, Demitri’s hand around her throat. He didn’t squeeze—he’d never hurt her. She laughed.

  Leon was on his feet, hands wrapping around Demitri’s big arm. “Let her go.”

  “I thought you had the key,” Demitri snapped at him.

  “I do. It’s in my room.”

  “Ordinary locks can’t hold me,” Valenarian purred. “You should know that.”

  Demitri’s face hung close to hers. His eyes still held the frenzy of pleasuring cut short. “Fine, I’ll add magic to it.”

  “Let me stay.” Val pouted. She looked at Leon, who still clutched Demitri’s arm. “If you’re going to give me to Aphrodite, let me stay and play a little. One last fling.”

  “It’s too dangerous.”

  “That’s what Valerie tried to tell me. I don’t know why you like her. She’s so tame and worried.”

  “She doesn’t slay people.”

  Val flicked a fingernail over Demitri’s cheek. “Lover, I haven’t slain anyone in thousands of years. You stopped me, remember?”

  “Only because you’ve been sequestered for thousands of years.”

  “Please, Demitri. Do I have to beg?” She smiled. “Or would you enjoy that?”

  “Stop it.”

  “The two of you are more than a match for a demon—a demigod and a shape shifter, nice and strong.” She let her nail trail down the side of Demitri’s neck, then transferred her touch to Leon’s muscular forearm. “You two can contain me. And both of you are going to go crazy if you don’t release.”

  Demitri wanted her. She saw it in his eyes, in the tension in his body. She leaned to him and licked the hollow of his throat.

  “One last time,” she whispered into his skin. She felt his pulse pounding swiftly under her lips. “Leon is here to make sure I don’t get out of hand.”

  She rose on tiptoe and kissed Demitri’s mouth, then she turned her head and kissed Leon. Leon’s eyes darkened with sudden passion.

  “All right,” Demitri said, his voice soft. “But it doesn’t change what must happen.”

  “I know.” Val shook out her hair, liking the way her silken curls felt on her skin. “I only want a chance to say good-bye, before boring Valerie takes over again.”

  Demitri traced her cheek. “I know.”

  “Command me, lover. Like you used to.”

  Demitri’s hand tightened in her hair, and he pulled her forward for a hard kiss. “On your knees.”

  Val smiled as she lowered herself to the floor. She allowed no other man in the world to tell her what to do, but she loved it when Demitri mastered her.

  She loved the long cock in front of her, too. Demitri’s was perfect, a long, dark shaft that ended in a rigid knob, the tiny slit in the end beckoning her tongue. And joy of joys, another cock hung next to it: Leon’s, because he wouldn’t back up and let Demitri alone with her.

  Val swirled her tongue around Demitri’s tip then turned and did the same to Leon’s. Leon took a half step back, sucking his breath in through his teeth.

  “What do you want me to do?” she asked him.

  “Suck.”

  Val grinned. “Stand facing Demitri. Put your hands on his shoulders.”

  Demitri knew what she wanted. He clasped Leon’s shoulders and moved the man so that Val knelt between them.

  “Closer,” Val said.

  Her heart hammered, her body so hot she thought she’d melt. Here she was, a big, bad vengeance demon, shaking and weak in front of two men. One was a demigod, true, but Leon was more or less mortal.

  Leon’s thighs tightened as he resisted. Demitri took one step closer to him, and Leon flinched as the tips of their penises touched.

  What a beautiful gift. Val ran her gaze around the dark length of Demitri and up Leon’s on her other side. Could a girl ask for anything more?

  She traced a line across the double cock with her tongue. Demitri’s tasted fiery an
d salty; Leon’s taste was smoother. Val closed her eyes and enjoyed tasting where one cock ended and the other began.

  “Damn.” Leon’s voice was slow and drawling. “You’re gonna kill me.”

  Val smiled, feeling her power and liking it. She might be kneeling at their feet, but she could make them want her.

  She separated the cocks with her tongue and rewarded Leon by sucking his into her mouth. He groaned and rocked his hips, and she took him faster.

  Demitri gently bumped her cheek, his own cock wanting to tuck itself inside her mouth. She withdrew from Leon and closed her lips around Demitri.

  Leon groaned. “Aw, don’t stop.”

  Val suckled Demitri a moment, then changed back to Leon. His hand twisted her hair, but gently, not hurting.

  She went back and forth, taking one, then the other. She had to open her lips wider for Leon but her throat more for Demitri. She hadn’t had this much fun in centuries.

  After a short time, Demitri’s hand closed on her shoulder. “I can’t take this anymore. Choose.”

  Val sat back on her heels and looked at the two delightful cocks stiff for her pleasure. She touched first Demitri’s, then Leon’s. Leon let out a soft swear word, and Demitri stood frozen, waiting.

  “Demitri,” she said. If she was going to have one last mouthful of come, she wanted it from the man she’d loved forever.

  “That’s not fair,” Leon said. “Why’s he better than me?”

  She looked up at Demitri, and he looked down from his great height with his eyes golden like his tiger’s. “Bring him off for me,” she told Demitri. “I want both of you.”

  “What?” Leon broke off as Demitri reached over and wrapped his hand around Leon’s cock. “Holy shit.”

  Val closed her mouth over Demitri at the same time Demitri started to stroke Leon.

  “WAIT . . .” Leon’s voice trailed off as Demitri’s talented hand started to bring him to life. His brain didn’t care whether the hand belonged to a man or a woman; it just wanted the pleasure.

  Val knelt at his feet, her red lips firmly around Demitri’s cock. She was beautiful, her dark lashes resting against her skin, her tightly curled hair tumbling down her back. She still wore the gold chain, which glinted against the sweet curve of her waist. Leon liked her breasts, firm little globes finished with dark red tips.