Their Dark Hunter (Masters of Darkness)

by Angelini, Alaska

  His fingers pulled Trace’s hair back while his arm wrapped around his chest. Teeth bit gently in down his neck and Trace could feel his fingers gripping into the towel around Vex’s thighs. “Now fuck her. I want to watch.”

  Vex moved and laid next to Melody and began kissing her mouth. Trace wasn’t sure what to think of his master. As much as he wanted Melody, he wanted Vex to take him, too. Vex’s eyes met his, even though his lips were connected to their mate. Trace lowered his gaze. Demon master, or master in general, Trace knew not to hold his stare for long.

  A moan came from Melody’s mouth while he rubbed the outside of her pussy. As he slid his finger in, he looked back up to Vex. His fingers pinched at her nipples. The scene of the three of them was so erotic that Trace quickly lost himself in pleasing their mate.

  Melody’s tightness encircled another of his fingers. Just the thought of his cock being squeezed that tight caused the throbbing for her to increase. Vex lifted to his knees, and Trace kept his head down.

  “Your energy isn’t what I’d call completely fulfilled. Look at me.” The command had him meeting his master’s gaze. It was all demon. The illumination would give Vex the control to see inside his mind. It was a scary thought that anyone could violate his thoughts, yet Trace couldn’t deny he wanted Vex to see his most hidden desires.

  Fingers gripped his face and Vex’s stare was consuming as he lowered to get closer. “So that’s what it is,” he whispered. “You want me to fuck you.” His thumb made a path over Trace’s lower lip and the need to suck it into his mouth was almost immediate.

  The silver glowing decreased and the smile that covered Vex’s face was all alpha. Trace could feel his master dominate him through his gaze. “You shall have me so easily right now, but at a price. That price you will pay to me at my time. When I’m ready.”

  Trace knew his master harbored dark secrets, and he was all too willing to participate in his fantasies. He’d dreamed of it for years. “Yes, master.” The response was automatic.

  Vex’s hand traveled down his throat. “I’m going to have fun with you, I think. So willing. Wanting.” Vex moved behind him. “Desperate for your master’s touch.” The palm of his hand flatted on the middle of Trace’s back and pushed him down over Melody. She instantly reached for him, pulling his mouth down to hers.

  “Now you be a good servant and fuck our Melody.” Vex’s hands caressed down his back and reached around to his cock. Trace clenched his jaw as his master rolled the condom down his length. As he leaned into him harder he guided Trace’s thickness into her pussy. A groan came from his mouth as she enveloped him.

  A cry came from Melody as he entered her fully. He knew she loved how long he was. The pleasure was oozing from her pores, feeding him to thrust deeper.

  Vex’s finger caressed over the opening of his ass and Trace’s eyes rolled from the ecstasy of the slickness from the lube covering his touch. This was exactly what he wanted. What he knew his master had seen in his head when he’d looked into his soul.

  As a finger pushed into his ass, Trace relaxed completely. He wanted more. Needed Vex to fill him to be complete. With each withdrawal from Melody, his master eagerly met his needs with two of his fingers. Trace knew the moment Vex withdrew them that he was finally going to get what he’d ached for from the moment he looked into the man’s silver-grey eyes.

  Melody’s nails dug into his back and the action drove Trace to want to pound into her faster. Vex grabbed his hip, stopping him before he could even start. His arm wrapped around Trace’s throat, tight. It was almost hard to breathe.

  Pressure pushed against his opening, and the pain was more than he’d expected. He could tell Vex had used lube, and still it was hard for him to enter. “Relax, Trace.” Vex angled his face to the side and ran his tongue over and past Trace’s lips. He felt himself immediately get swept away in the taste. “Good boy.” Vex inched inside, and never quit kissing him. As he withdrew and surged deeper, the pleasure exploded and the burning disappeared.

  Trace suddenly realized Vex wasn’t holding him still anymore. He began thrusting back into Melody. The completely different sensations had him clutching his fists into the comforter. It was too good. Downright sinful, if he wanted to be truthful. Nothing should have felt this heavenly.

  “Fuck, you feel good.” Vex hooked his arm underneath Trace’s and held onto his shoulder. The grip gave his master pure leverage over his body. If he wanted to go fast or slow, push deeper, Vex was in complete control.

  Screams came from Melody’s mouth and he claimed them, drinking them in as he fucked her faster. His arm reached under her knee and the slapping sounds of their skin echoed throughout the room. Fingers gripped around his shoulder and he could feel his master slowing him down.

  “You like the way it feels when she tightens around your cock, Trace?”

  “Yes,” he breathed out the answer, heavily.

  “You want to cum so bad. I can feel it. You rush, but I won’t let you. You cum when I tell you to.”

  Teeth sunk into his shoulder, and Trace moaned at the buildup. “Yes, master.”

  Vex held him from penetrating Melody any more. He pulled Trace’s upper body to the side and looked to Melody. “You’re going to sit on his face while I fuck him. He’s lost the privilege to have his cock inside of you. Let’s show our mate what happens when he wants to rush. We’ll drag this out for as long as it takes until I feel he’s learned his lesson.”

  “Yes, master.” Melody sat up and Vex withdrew his cock, pushing Trace down to the bed. “On your back.” Immediately, he obeyed. Restraints appeared on his wrists and he looked down in shock. His arms were ripped to the headboard so fast he felt his muscles pull. “Nice,” Vex whispered. “Melody.” The order was in his tone.

  Slowly, she straddled his face and began to move her pussy against his tongue. Trace didn’t see how it was punishment at all. Once Vex started fucking his ass, the lack of attention to the thickness between his legs quickly became torture. He moaned, pulling his arms against the binds that held him from feeling. Fuck, if he could grab her hips, or touch her ass, at least it would get his mind off of wanting to stroke his own cock.

  Trace groaned at Vex’s fingers raking over his abs. God, he was so close to touching him where he ached the most. He could feel pre-cum oozing from his cock with every hard thrust of Vex’s length.

  “Are you going to rush again?”

  “No, master.” Trace moaned. “Hell no.”

  A hand gripped tightly around his thickness, but didn’t move. “If you do, you will regret it.” Vex pulled off the condom he’d used on Melody and his lubed grasp stroked him slowly. Trace was sure he was going to die right there on the spot.

  “Turn around, my mate, and kiss me.” Melody obeyed and leaned forward. Her hips still moved against him and Trace sucked her pussy into his mouth. “You ready to make our Trace cum, love?”

  “Yes, master.” She whispered the words and Trace could hear her moaning. Her scent exploded and he knew she was so close to cumming. Damn, he wanted to taste her more than he wanted air.

  The stroking increased in speed and Trace jerked against the pleasure that came along with it. Melody’s nails clawed against his lower stomach and her screams were muffled. Waves of her essence took over Trace’s senses like nothing ever had. His tongue pushed into her entrance to take in more.

  “Fuck.” His hands clenched as he felt himself swell.

  “Let me taste him,” she whispered to Vex.

  Their master laughed. “As you wish.”

  Melody lowered and took his cock deep into her mouth. His head jerked to the side and he tried prolonging his own release so he could feel more of the amazing suction she was applying around him. As her hand came up to meet her mouth, it was his undoing. Trace growled as his cum shot from his cock with such force that spots covered his vision. And Melody hadn’t moved either. He could feel her sucking him harder. Son of a bitch, he was so done for. These two were g
oing to be his undoing. He could feel it.

  Chapter Seven

  Melody laughed as she watched her two men argue over what food was better from the lunch menu. She couldn’t believe she was even here. Although she was having a great time getting to know each of them, she couldn’t deny that a tiny piece of her wanted to leave. They were great, and not evil at all. Her misconceptions of how she thought they lived their lives were far off. Or maybe she was blinded by their mating. She just wasn’t sure about anything, anymore. She’d just had sex with two strangers, for crying out loud. But she didn’t regret it. It’d felt so right in the moment.

  Flashes of the three of them together brought heat to her cheeks. She knew those memories were going to haunt her in the lonely nights that lay ahead. Sure, Vex would have gladly swept her into his penthouse with him and Trace, but she couldn’t even let that thought take root in her head.

  Until she decided how her life was going to play out, she was going to live every day like she’d been doing for as long as she could remember. Melody looked at her watch. When her eyes came up, her two mates were looking at her.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “You look uncomfortable?” One of Vex’s eyebrows rose. She glanced around the crowded café. Everyone was laughing and having a good time, and here she was, caught up in a tornado of emotions. The internal battle to not let herself get too attached to these two was quickly winning to the alternative.

  “I’m sorry. I was just checking how much time I had before work.”

  Trace leaned his arms against the table. “And you have to go?”

  She laughed, remembering Vex trying to talk her out of it too. “Yes.”

  “Will you be coming back after you get off? How is this going to work? I mean I’m a little confused. You say you’re still going to hunt, yet you’re mated to us?” Trace looked over to Vex. “Has she explained it to you, already? Maybe I’m just late picking up on the conversation.”

  He shook his head at Trace. “When I took her last night, the deal was she could leave in the morning. The ball is in Melody’s court now.”

  The waitress came up and delivered their drinks. As she took their order, Melody couldn’t stop the uneasiness twisting inside her stomach. She couldn’t just stay with them. It was absurd. Hell, she’d already pretty much had a one-night stand with them. That was out of character enough. It didn’t make it any better they were demons. Now she had to worry about mate status.

  Melody looked out of the window. Buildings from the downtown were surrounding her. Some ranged from three stories to higher than she could see. People walked around busily, dressed in their fancy business clothes. Were their lives so out of the norm? Probably not. Their issues likely all revolved around family situations or money. They weren’t out hunting or mating demons.

  “If you’re going to distance yourself, can we at least see you at times?” She didn’t miss the brief concern Trace tried hiding.

  “We’ll see how it goes. I don’t want to make any promises.” That may have not been the answer either of the men were hoping to hear, but she wasn’t going to lie to them and say yes when she wasn’t sure.

  Silence settled at the table until their food came, and even as they ate. It was such a downer from the earlier passion they’d shared behind closed doors. But when they entered the real world, reality surfaced within all of them. From the way Vex and Trace were different, she knew they were having their own battles. Things couldn’t always stay hot and steamy, and sooner or later they were all going to have to face the music.

  As Melody finished her grilled chicken salad, she glanced at her watch once again. It was just about time for her to go. It’d be hard to say goodbye, but even harder for her to stay away.

  ***

  Dray, his new master-in-training, sat across the table from Vex. The whole situation made him sick. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Dray. The guy definitely had potential, but Trace wouldn’t even really talk to him. After the demon denounced his desire to go after a position as master, Vex had gotten pretty pissed. With the power he’d inherit from Vex at changing, Trace could be phenomenal. But the demon wouldn’t do it. And he knew why. It would require him to separate into a new territory, and that didn’t work for any one of them.

  After their heated exchange, Trace had taken off. That had been hours ago. He knew the stress of being separated from Melody was the main cause. It’d been eight days since they’d heard from her. In all that time, she’d only hunted and killed one demon. And it had been on the other side of town.

  The song blasting through the club ended, and another one began. He turned and looked at Dray. “You remember that thing I taught you to increase your power?”

  “Yes, master.” He would have thrived to hear those words any other night. Now it just reminded him of his mates. “I close my eyes and focus on my core energy. From there I try to project it to you. If I can connect, my power will mold with yours and increase.”

  “Good. You were listening.”

  “Of course.” Dray looked at him confused, and he knew he, like everyone else, was wondering why Trace had stepped aside. Demons loved to gossip, and he had no doubt they were having the time of their lives coming up with their own reasons.

  Vibrations from his phone had Vex looking down to his pocket. He pulled it out. Trace. He felt his heart accelerate. “Where are you?”

  The demon sighed. “I’m by the water. Thinking.”

  “I’m on my way.” Vex hung up the phone. “Dray, watch over the club. If anything happens while I’m gone, you better take control. A master never backs down from anything. If I come back and all hell’s broken loose, you’re going to feel my wrath.”

  Dray nodded. “Yes, master.”

  Tingling erupted in Vex’s stomach as he searched for his link to his demon. He grasped to it tightly and let himself materialize next to Trace.

  The moon’s reflection on the dark water was the first thing Vex saw. They were sitting downtown, two blocks from the club. Sailboats were docked along the pier at the marina to their right. Vex turned to his mate and felt the anxiety pouring from his skin.

  “Talk to me.” Vex waited quietly for him to respond.

  He glanced over and looked back across the water. “I’m going to go to her tonight. I thought you should know. She’s my mate, dammit. If I don’t attempt to be there for her, she’s never going to come around. I can’t just sit by and wait. It might work for you, but I just can’t.” He took a shuttering breath. “She’s so sad. I can feel it.”

  Technically, he and Trace weren’t mates. Not through bond, but the fact that they shared one pretty much made them close enough. Vex liked to think of him as his mate too, but what Trace spoke of was a link that he did understand. And he could feel Melody’s sadness too. He couldn’t stand it anymore than Trace.

  Vex nodded. “I’m not going to tell you how to handle Melody. We both have different views of how things are done. I may be your master in more ways than one, but I’ d never give you orders concerning her. You’re free to do what you think is best.” Vex paused. “But just know, if you hurt her any more than what she’s feeling now, you will have to deal with me. She is my mate too. So use your judgment wisely.”

  “I’d never,” Trace whispered. “My heart aches for her. All I want to do is see her and make sure she’s okay.”

  Vex looked down at his dress shoes. How many times had he wanted to go to her? Each time he talked himself out of it and respected her request. Maybe he should have been like Trace and said to hell with it and showed up anyway. “Well, I’m sure she’s fine. She’s just probably feeling the bonding, and the longing is getting to her. Let’s see how this meeting between the two of you goes, and maybe if we’re lucky, she’ll come around.”

  “I really hope so.” Trace reached out and paused just before touching his hand. Vex grabbed his fingers and pulled his hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles.

  “I’m sorry about the master t
hing. You’ve trained me amazingly, but you know why I can’t do it, don’t you?”

  A sigh came from Vex’s mouth. “Yes. And I’m not upset with you in the least. I was at first, but only because I know what a great master you’d make. But I don’t want you to leave any more than you want to. You, Melody, and I are meant to be together. And that can’t happen with both of us ruling.”

  “That’s exactly the conclusion I came to.” Trace stood and Vex let go of his hand and followed his actions.

  “Give Melody a kiss for me. I need to get back to the club. Dray’s holding down the fort and I can’t say I’m very comfortable with that yet.”

  Trace laughed. “He’s a good guy. He’ll do well in training.”

  “Let’s hope so.” Vex leaned forward and brushed his lips against his mates. He didn’t care if they weren’t technically bonded or not. Trace was his. The hunger that met him back instantly made his cock harden. “You and I are going to meet up again real soon.” His hand cupped Trace’s cheek. “Until then, take care of our girl. See if you can bring her back.”

  “I’ll try my hardest.” Trace stepped back and Vex materialized back in the club’s VIP area. Dray was leaning against the railing, looking down. His mouth twisted and he sent a surge of power through the room.

  “If I were an enemy, you’d be dead right now. Never become so fixated on your surroundings that you lose track of what’s behind your back.”

  The demon swallowed hard and headed over to him. It was time to really heat up the training. It was good distraction to the hurt he felt. Trace and Melody would be alone together, and he wished he could be there. As it was, he had responsibilities and he couldn’t stand it. At least they both would be consoled. That, he could live with.

  ***

  The little white house looked dark as Trace drove up in front of it. Although Melody’s bike was parked in the front, he wasn’t sure whether she was even there. It didn’t look like a single light was on. The car door shutting sounded loud in the desolate surroundings.