by Lisa Alder
"Do it." He fisted his cock and looked her in the eye. “And strip.”
FIVE
Fabulous.
She was going to be forced to watch the Demon she wanted for herself engage in sex play with another woman. And she’d thought her evening couldn’t get any worse.
Thalia carefully removed her tunic, draped the sheer fabric over the chair Zepar had occupied earlier, and then climbed into Leraye’s lap. The stone was cold beneath her bare bottom. She shivered in the chilly air, and her nipples hardened into twin points. What the hell had Zepar planned?
The human woman smiled at Thalia and slid her fingers along her bare slit. “I like this,” she said breathlessly.
Zepar employed none of his famous seductive charm. “Thalia, drape your legs over his arms,” he said in a voice guttural with need.
Thalia hesitated, unsure about what was going on.
“Do it.”
Slowly, carefully, Thalia lifted her right leg and draped it over Leraye's stone arm. Then she did the same with her left. The move left her pussy wide open and the lips of her sex parted and exposed to both of their gazes.
“Only I get to look at her,” Zepar said gruffly. “You, on your back. Head at the foot of the bed.”
The woman pouted and gave herself one more leisurely stroke before obeying Zepar's command.
Zepar still stood by the foot of the bed. His cock jutted proudly from the blonde curls surrounding his sex. Thalia couldn’t take her eyes off his fierce erection. Her body burned and the juice of her arousal trickled from her body.
Zepar’s gaze flicked to Leraye and then back to Thalia. He climbed on the bed. She could see everything through the twisted iron bars of the footboard. Zepar’s massive shoulders tapered to his waist and flowed over his buttocks. Very fine buttocks they were. Even the muscled hardness of his thighs was a turn-on. The fierce jut of his cock caused her to weaken and melt into Leraye's cold embrace.
Zepar’s intense gaze never left Thalia’s face as he bent down to lick at the woman’s cunt. He flicked his tongue against her clit and Thalia’s quivered in response.
He extended his long Demon tongue. He buried his nose in the bare folds of the blonde's sex and she knew exactly when he slid the expanded member into the blonde’s body.
Thalia’s womb clenched, begging for a phantom tongue. She wanted him to fuck her so badly her heart banged against her ribcage and her breasts shook.
She could see the drop of pre-cum glisten on the tip of his sex. Involuntarily she licked her lips. She wanted her mouth on his erection so badly it was almost a fever. In a desperate move, she spread her nether lips and speared her fingers into her body.
As Zepar increased the rhythm of his thrusting tongue, Thalia kept time with him. Her gaze was locked with his. Then he abruptly withdrew his tongue from the woman‘s body.
The blonde whimpered and her hips rose.
Thalia’s hips jerked too.
“Stop.” He commanded. “Take them out. Now.”
She was too far gone to do anything but obey. His gaze bored into hers as he moved up the woman’s body until his mouth hovered over her breasts. “Touch yourself as I touch her.”
Thalia waited for his next move. Her entire body quivered, hovering on the edge of release. Sharp details aroused her. The cold column of Leraye’s marble thighs beneath her bare bottom and exposed sex. The sight of Zepar much as she'd imagined him earlier, muscled and sweaty, poised above the other woman.
Zepar curled his tongue around the woman’s nipple and tugged.
Thalia cupped her own breast and squeezed the nipple to the point of pain. Her womb clenched.
“Not yet.” He gritted out. “Use your other hand on your sex.”
Thalia watched as he slid the thick hard length of his cock into the woman. Thalia mimicked his motion and slid three fingers into her weeping channel. But her fingers were a sad replacement for the solid bulk of Demon cock.
Zepar began to thrust. His tongue curled around the woman’s breast and squeezed. The veins stood out on his forearms as he held himself apart from the woman, only his tongue and his cock touched her. Just as only Thalia’s fingers touched herself.
“Faster.” His whole body strained toward orgasm while Thalia fucked herself.
Their tandem actions kept time to the pumping of her heart as she finally realized he was fucking her without touching her. The sex act a poor simulation of what she really wanted from him.
The lines on his face drew into a grimace as he roared with his completion.
Her body bowed as the tidal wave of orgasm took her over the edge into oblivion. And she closed her eyes and broke contact with her phantom lover. She turned her face toward Leraye, unwilling to let Zepar see how he had hurt her. With her face tucked against Leraye's, she blew out a tortured breath and whispered, “Damn him.”
SIX
Zepar's attention was riveted on Thalia. One hand lay against her breast, the other nestled in the curls of her sex, slick with cream from her body. Her pose was one of repletion, but her face was turned away from him.
The blonde scraped her nails down Zepar’s chest.
The blonde. He’d forgotten that she was there.
She stretched beneath Zepar. His cock wilted faster than an ice cream cone in hell. “What’s next?” Her avid grin and raised eyebrows told him she’d be up for anything he suggested.
She didn’t seem at all disturbed after the attack by the Fae. Their stink still lingered over her body, even though the other Graces had bathed her before she attended him.
Thalia's expression was hidden by the fall of her shiny midnight hair as she sighed against Leraye’s frozen lips. And this time he saw it. The statue had actually changed color.
Leraye had changed color. Thalia needed to kiss Leraye again.
Zepar pulled out of the blonde's body, feeling tainted and rose abruptly. His fingers circled her wrist as he pulled her off the bed. “Time for you to go.”
“Go?”
He practically threw her dress at her.
She tried to get him to let her stay. She twined her arms and legs around his unmoving body and rubbed against him. “Please let me stay,” she begged.
Shit. The first human who seemed to have some interested in him and he needed her gone right now. Leraye had changed color. That was far more important. If this human loved him, it wouldn't disappear right away. The fact that Zepar could care less if he never saw the human again would have to be addressed. Later.
He summoned Figgins. "Make her comfortable." Figgins hustled the woman out without any further conversation.
“What was wrong with her?” Thalia sniped.
“Too adventurous.” Zepar lied. If she was in love with him he would have to submit for the power she could give the Demons.
“What the hell are you looking for?”
“I’ll know when it’s just right.”
Thalia lifted her legs from the restraint of the statue’s arms and curled against Leraye.
Zepar couldn’t believe he’d let Thalia distract him. They had bigger matters to attend to right now.
“He changed color.”
“Who?” Thalia yawned, her eyelids drooping.
“Leraye.”
Her eyelids popped open. "You really believe he changed color?"
“Kiss him.”
“Excuse me?”
Zepar placed his hand on Thalia's shoulder and pushed her face toward Leraye. “Kiss him.”
“It’s not enough that you fucked her with me in the room. Now you want to watch me with him again?” Her voice quavered. She sounded hurt. Zepar paused, stunned by his thoughts. He hadn't been fucking the human, he'd been fucking Thalia.
“Please.” Zepar stroked a finger down her cheek. “He gained color when your breath blew across his lips. I’m wondering what would happen if you kiss him.”
Thalia stared at him for another moment. “As you command.”
She placed her lips a
gainst the stone and kissed him. The sight of her lush mouth on his friend's pale lips twisted something inside his stomach.
More color flooded through the stone body, the grayish white warming, and Zepar could feel a change in the temperature of Leraye’s shoulder. “He’s getting warmer,” Zepar said excitedly.
Zepar straddled Leraye’s bent knees. He surrounded her body with his embrace and clasped them both closer to Leraye. “Blow into his mouth.”
As if from a distance, Zepar noted the silky softness of her back against the hard planes of his chest. Her hip was solid against his sex and balls, which hung between Leraye’s legs. Zepar kept his hands curled around Leraye’s shoulders so he could monitor the change in the stone’s temperature.
Perhaps Leraye could be saved. Hope began to blossom in Zepar’s chest.
Thalia blew into Leraye’s mouth and more color flooded his friend’s cheeks. The skin beneath Zepar’s palms began to warm.
“More.”
With every kiss she bestowed upon the statue, Leraye’s skin thawed and the tone began to change from the white of stasis into a more natural skin tone.
Thalia paused.
“Why are you stopping?”
“Because I need to catch my breath. And this position hurts my neck.”
“Straddle him.”
Thalia turned to face Leraye and straddled him like she’d done earlier. Her chest still heaved.
“Help me,” she said crossly.
“What?”
“We can take turns.”
While they argued, Leraye’s skin began to cool.
“You’re right. We’ll take turns.” Zepar pressed his lips to the hard stone mouth. With a strange sensation swirling in the pit of his stomach, he blew. He wanted to keep his eyes open but they slowly drifted shut.
Disorienting contradictions bombarded his senses. Leraye’s frozen, rigid thighs beneath his own, Thalia's warm silk back against his chest, the solid curve of Leraye’s shoulders beneath his hot palms, and the cold sensual shape of Leraye’s stone lips against his.
Zepar inhaled and kissed the statue again and again, each time forcing more air into his friend’s mouth.
He wasn’t sure but he thought Leraye’s lips might have softened.
Zepar broke away, his chest heaving. “Your turn.”
“He’s getting more color!” Thalia’s granite eyes sparkled. “I think it’s working.”
Leraye did have more color, his skin was a pinkish yellow.
Zepar curled around Thalia and Leraye and stared intently at his friend’s face, waiting for a true sign of animation. Thalia continued to kiss and blow air into Leraye’s mouth.
After a few more minutes, she paused. “Your turn.”
Zepar thought he saw a flash of awareness in Leraye’s electric blue eyes when he tilted his head and pressed his lips against the statue. His mouth was definitely warmer.
Zepar pressed his mouth harder against the stone, and hoped for some sign, some movement. He blew more breath into the slowly awakening Leraye.
After several more minutes, Zepar took another break.
Thalia pressed her lips to Leraye’s and Zepar searched the statue looking for more signs of life. But by taking turns, he and Thalia couldn't pump enough continuous air into Leraye to thaw him.
“Let’s try this.” Zepar pressed his cheek to Thalia’s. “If we blow together, perhaps it will be enough.”
Thalia nodded, her gaze soft upon Leraye’s face.
Zepar’s lips touched both Thalia and Leraye’s mouths as they blew together.
“Harder.” They inhaled long and deep together. The tips of Thalia’s nipples brushed against Leraye’s chest, which was almost skin tone and warm to the touch. His eyes were a bright pale blue.
Together Zepar and Thalia leaned in and blew repeatedly.
Thalia’s chest heaved. “I’ve got to stop for a second.” She rested her forehead in the crook of Leraye’s neck.
But Zepar couldn’t wait. They were so close. He could feel it. Zepar pressed his lips to his friend’s once again.
He inhaled and blew as hard as he could.
Stars danced behind his eyelids, and the mouth beneath his moved. Zepar’s eyes popped open.
Joy flooded Zepar. They had done it. They had brought Leraye back from stasis.
Then suddenly Leraye’s mouth wasn’t just moving. He was kissing Zepar, his lips warm and firm against Zepar’s mouth. So thrilled, Zepar grasped Leraye’s head and kissed him back. Leraye’s tongue, warm, wet, alive pressed against Zepar’s lips and desire flooded him.
In that prison, their sexual interaction had been born of necessity. Their intercourse only a way to relieve the sexual cravings, not a life choice. Lovers determined by proximity. While Zepar had no problem with Demons who preferred their own sex, he was not one of them.
But Leraye's kiss made a mockery of that belief.
Horror replaced joy as he realized his cock was erect.
Because he’d been kissing his friend.
SEVEN
Thalia realized three things at once.
Leraye was breathing on his own. His bright blue gaze sentient and aware.
Zepar’s cock was poking into her back and she was pretty sure it wasn't because of her.
And she was naked, her pussy pressed against Leraye’s also very erect, hot, pulsing cock.
“You’re awake. I’ve got to tell Gaap.” Zepar jumped up and away from them so quickly that he shoved Thalia closer against Leraye’s very happy erection.
But Zepar didn’t leave.
Leraye tilted his chin down, but she caught the flash of hurt quickly masked by a wicked smile. His mouth was red, his lips swollen. “Hello, angel.” Leraye had been kissing Zepar. Really kissing him.
Based on the Demon cock that had poked her in the back, Zepar had liked it and that was totally freaking him out. Because everyone knew that Zepar didn’t do males not since they’d escaped their prison.
As Thalia processed all of that, she had to wonder why. Zepar had been aroused by kissing Leraye. There should be no shame in that.
Zepar still hovered by the doorway as if unable to leave. "You are revived. Truly?"
"Yes." Leraye's deep voice was rusty with disuse. His arms circled Thalia, trembling and still a little weak, even as he leveled a knowing look at her. "And a special thanks to you for keeping me company whilst I was incapacitated."
Thalia flushed remembering the things she’d confided in Leraye while he was a statue that she thought was going to be a statue forever. Did he know?
“Don’t,” he whispered and brushed his lips against hers. His mouth was warm and accepting and more tender than she would have expected for such a fierce warrior.
“What’s a little air between friends?” His gaze was steady on Zepar.
She assumed he was trying to reassure Zepar that the kiss hadn't meant anything. Trying to settle them back into a friendship. And it worked.
The relief on Zepar's face was impossible to miss. "Exactly." Zepar's shoulders relaxed. "What a miracle that our breath could resuscitate you. I only wish we'd known sooner."
"Thank the Gods you are recovered." Thalia brushed a comforting palm over Leraye's bald head.
“You know I might need a little more resuscitation,” he murmured against her lips.
“You want me to...?” she breathed into his mouth.
He slid his tongue inside her mouth and ran the tip around the inside of her lips. A buzz sizzled through her.
His arms curled around her back and underneath her buttocks. His kiss turned feral and her insides melted. There was heat and want in his actions. Leraye slanted his head and attended to her mouth in earnest.
Desire slammed into her as his fingers slid along the seam of her buttocks and he pressed her damp sex into his growing erection. He brought one hand up to cup her breast, the calluses of his fingertips a sensual play against her chilled flesh. He slithered his tongue further into her mout
h and she opened all the way for him.
“I’ll just...go.” Zepar’s dazed voice broke into Thalia consciousness. She’d been lost in a haze of arousal.
Thalia listened until his footsteps stopped echoing on the stone floor and then gently pulled her mouth from Leraye’s. The move left her bereft. “He’s gone.”
The chill of the air turned their heated embrace cold.
Leraye’s fingers tightened their hold on her body as she attempted to rise. “Where are you going?”
“Wasn’t that just to prove a point?”
“Does this feel like I’m trying to prove a point?” He prodded the head of his erection against her clitoris then slid the hard member along her slick nether lips. “I thought you might like a little reciprocation for all the hours of pleasure you’ve given me.”
Thalia flushed bright red as she remembered all the things she'd said and done to his statue.
“Let me just say that I love how flexible you are.”
“Oh my Gods.”
“And frankly since I just had to sit through you grinding your sweet ass into me while we watched him fuck her, I deserve a fuck of my own.” He slid the head of his cock just inside her wet channel.
“You could see that too?”
“I could see and hear everything. I just couldn’t respond.”
Conflicting emotions careened through her. She was oddly attracted to Leraye. Perhaps because he knew her secrets. “But you are a Lord. It is against the rules.”
The door to his chamber banged open like a sentry warning her of forbidden territory.
“I’ve been frozen in stasis for the past month. I can pretty much guarantee that if I want carnal attention from you that no one is going to deny me.”
Thalia hid her face in the curve of Leraye's neck, hyper-aware of her nudity and the fact that his cock was nestled just inside of her pussy. Her womb clenched as if trying to draw him further inside but he would not be swayed.
“Isn’t that right Prince?”
Lovely. The Prince was here.
“Absolutely.” Prince Gaap spoke with joy in his voice. "You are recovered then?"
"I am regaining my strength with every kiss." Leraye spoke in a deep rumble.