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The Demon's Seduction (Demons Unleashed Erotic Novellas)

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by Lisa Alder


  She twitched as if trying to suck in a cock that wasn’t there. Her fingers moved toward her pussy.

  “Don’t touch yourself.” Leraye ordered her. “Watch us first.”

  Zepar’s cock was already hard again as he stood by the side of the bed. Leraye came up behind him and pressed his hard muscled chest against the tense planes of Zepar’s back. The sensation was unfamiliar and yet he relaxed into the embrace. Leraye’s chest hair crinkled against his back and the hard rod of Leraye’s erection rubbed in the cleft of his buttocks.

  And then Leraye reached around his waist and gripped Zepar’s cock in his masculine hand. The rougher, bigger palm should have been more like his own and yet, Leraye was shaped differently, so he felt the change from the tip of his cock down to his toes.

  Leraye circled Zepar’s throbbing, aching cock and squeezed.

  Zepar stiffened.

  And Leraye swiped the ball of his thumb over his weeping head repeatedly. Until Zepar’s hips involuntarily began to move, trying to initiate harder contact.

  Thalia whimpered.

  “Don’t worry, angel. I’m just getting him ready for you.” With one final swipe, Leraye released Zepar's cock. Leraye’s stubbled jaw brushed his shoulder and Zepar felt the lightest of kisses on his neck. Leraye’s voice rumbled in his ear. “Turn around.”

  Zepar turned slowly to face Leraye. Despite his harsh commands, a certain vulnerability hovered in Leraye’s pale blue gaze. And Zepar sought to reassure him the only way he could.

  Zepar cupped Leraye’s jaw in his hand and slowly brought his mouth to his friend’s. The first touch of their lips was tentative. A mere brush of their mouths. But then as if a torrent of sensation released within him, Zepar grabbed Leraye’s hips and jerked their bodies together.

  Everything about kissing Leraye was harder. Thicker jaw, harder lips, and even harder pressure against his mouth. The thick broad planes of Leraye's chest against Zepar’s and the hard rod of his erection as they rubbed their cocks together. And Zepar loved it.

  Leraye’s arms curled tight around Zepar’s ribs and he thrust his tongue inside of Zepar’s mouth. Suddenly the contact was rough, intense as their tongues dueled for supremacy and they rubbed their cocks against the softer skin of their bellies. Pre-cum leaked from Zepar’s slit and coated Leraye’s belly and Zepar wanted to claim this warrior.

  Zepar groaned and Leraye broke out of the embrace.

  “Fuck her, gently,” Leraye said.

  Zepar climbed on the bed and hovered over Thalia. Heat rose from her aroused body. Her nipples were reddened and puckered and begged for his mouth. Zepar bent down and sucked one hardened tip into his mouth. She tasted of sex and love. Her regal body flushed. Red love bites marred the insides of her thighs, the marks from Leraye’s mouth.

  Thalia’s gaze was glued to Zepar’s cock. He’d never been so hard in his life. “Please.”

  Slowly, Zepar eased his cock into her wet folds. Her sex suctioned him in as if she had been long without a cock and was starving for one. The contact was feminine and sweet and erotic as she softly, gently kissed him.

  Her kiss was nothing like the invasion from Leraye yet touched a tender place inside of Zepar. A sense of completing their circle swept through him.

  Zepar pulled back out, and teased her clitoris with the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth with just enough pressure to have her squirming. The sensual arousal fizzed through him like fine champagne and he began a slow glide into her sex. Zepar lost himself in sensation.

  The cool touch of Leraye’s hand on his buttocks sharpened his awareness. The squirt of lubricant onto his hole caused his body to clench at the untried contact.

  But Leraye, as if understanding that this first time was important, soothed him with strong sure strokes. Leraye’s palm slid from the back of Zepar’s neck, down his spine, to cup his balls. But then with his other hand, Leraye eased his finger into Zepar, then out, keeping the same slow rhythm that Zepar had going with Thalia. Easy, sweet, seductive.

  “I have wanted to fuck you for over a thousand years,” Leraye said hoarsely.

  Zepar's heart contracted. Passion for his old lover overwhelmed any regret at how long this moment had taken.

  Leraye positioned his cock at Zepar’s hole. Each time Zepar flowed in and out of Thalia’s pussy, the head of Leraye’s cock rubbed over Zepar’s rosette. Tingles began in the tips of his toes and traveled up his body until he felt as if he were buzzing.

  On the next glide into Thalia’s body, Leraye slid his cock inside of Zepar.

  The sensation of being filled to bursting threatened to swallow Zepar whole. He felt split in two and yet complete for the first time in his life.

  Thalia’s entire body throbbed. The slow rhythm Zepar had started only prolonged her arousal. He’d refused to take the sex to the next level and it was driving her crazy.

  Suddenly there was a change in their contact.

  He was keeping the same slow pace but his body was heavier on top of hers. Thalia opened her eyes and stared over Zepar’s shoulder into Leraye’s joyous gaze. His arms strained as he held himself above Zepar and above Thalia, his entire body clenched in desire.

  She had two gorgeous Demons on top of her.

  “Harder,” she and Zepar said at the same time.

  And they began to fuck in earnest.

  Thalia kept her eyes open and watched Leraye fulfill his dream. He slammed in and out of Zepar’s body, the hard contact shimmied and shook her as well. Zepar’s cock filled her, so hard and so thick she could barely breathe.

  Leraye arched back, his mouth opened in a groan as he came inside of Zepar. With a shout, Zepar emptied his cock into her body, and the throb of their release triggered Thalia’s.

  Power burst from their joined bodies, almost a physical force. Light and energy shimmered in the air around them. Zepar and Leraye's bodies hummed and sizzled, transferring some power to Thalia.

  Her sex pulsed and clenched around Zepar’s cock, the contractions of her womb so hard she lost her sight for a moment.

  And then she opened her eyes to see two Demons smiling. Sweat coated their muscles but something softer and yet still tense hovered in the air.

  Leraye turned Zepar’s chin and kissed him full on the mouth. Their mouths met intimately. Their kiss turned feral and triggered another orgasm in Thalia.

  Watching them while Zepar’s cock still pulsed inside her was incredibly erotic. She sighed.

  Then they broke the kiss and both Demons turned their attention to Thalia.

  “What?” They asked in unison.

  “It’s so beautiful,” she replied.

  Her breath stuttered. But it wasn’t because their combined weight pressed her further into the mattress. It was the look in both of their eyes. One light, one dark, both filled with love for her. Thalia reached up to cup their heads in her palms. As one they leaned down and kissed her. Their mouths joined in a triangle of lust and love.

  Another burst of power shot through her.

  Zepar and Leraye’s ended the kiss. Their faces filled with wonder. “Magick,” Leraye whispered.

  “Love,” Zepar contradicted.

  They took turns licking the salty skin of her neck.

  “We all found what we were hungry for,” Thalia said happily. “Which reminds me....”

  “Anything,” Zepar replied.

  “Everything,” Leraye responded.

  She smiled sultrily. “Next time I get to be the middle of the sandwich.”

  About the Author

  Lisa Alder has been writing romance for years. All manner of stories lurk in her mind, with all manner of fictional creatures vying for her time and attention. Right now she=s consorting with Demons and Fae, but she=s been known to play with Angels, hot CIA dudes, and kick-ass heroines as well.

  You can find her on the web at www.authorlisaalder.blogspot.com , on Goodreads, on Twitter @LisaAlderBooks and on email: lisaalder@pacbell.net She loves to hear from readers!r />
  Happy reading!

  Acknowledgments

  Huge thanks once again....

  To the fabulous, amazing Theresa Stevens for her editorial work.

  To Madeira James at Xuni.com for her stunning cover work.

  To LGC Smith for her emergency reads and props.

  To Martha at Alpha Division for her guidance and encouragement and sheer determination to succeed. (I can't thank you enough.)

  To Cecilia Gray for anything and everything: phone calls, texts and emails from Yay! to the OMG, my career is over.

  To my husband who has supported everything I do even when he doesn't necessarily understand it.

  I would be nowhere without you all.

  Excerpt from The Demon's Bargain

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  Subtle light flickered against the black walls. Blood red velvet drapes hung at the windows and let in the fading rays of the sun. While flames licked at the soot-stained stone, Vetis, Demon of Corruption, lounged in the velvet upholstered chair, one leg flung over the ornately carved wooden arm, and stared disinterestedly at the destructive, seductive beauty of the flames.

  Gods, he needed a distraction. A challenge.

  Prince Gaap had ordered them all to gather as much human energy as possible to prepare for an imminent attack by the Fae. Intelligence suggested the Fae would advance soon. The Demons had to be ready. A battle was coming. He understood. And he would fight to the death before he spent another moment trapped beneath the Earth again. But Vetis was deadly bored with siphoning the energy from dissolute humans bent on destroying their lives with greed.

  “A visitor, my Lord.” His current butler, Figgins, bowed.

  “Who is it?” Did he even want to know? He swallowed the compulsion to send away without an audience whoever chose to disturb him.

  “Edward, the gambler, sir.”

  Vetis sighed.

  The sod was trying his patience. The man owed Vetis. That was what happened when you bargained with a Demon...and lost.

  “Get a cell ready.” He would draw the energy generated by the man’s fear and be done with him.

  “Yes, my Lord.” Figgins clicked his heels together. “Shall I show them in?”

  “Them?”

  “Ah, yes. He has...a lady with him.”

  Stupid sod. He thought to trade another for his debt. How many freaking times had these ignorant humans thought they could get away with cheating a demon? Would they never learn?

  “Show them in.”

  “Very good sir.”

  Figgins opened the grand doors to his chamber with a flourish. A sudden rush of cool air swept through the room and the velvet curtains swayed as if heralding a sea change.

  Towing a reluctant woman along in his wake, the fool gambler strode in as if he owned the castle. His hard-soled shoes clicked along the stone floor, the harder tap of her stilettos a counter beat to the gambler’s stride.

  Still slouched on his throne chair, Vetis observed them.

  Edward the gambler fairly vibrated with energy, radiating an excitement strangely at odds with his predicament. He saw no fear in the man. His thoughts were full of only anticipation.

  Yawn.

  So Vetis turned his gaze to the woman. She’d been dressed up like a hooker on the walk. Black stiletto heels, a black micro-mini so short he was sure if she turned around, he’d be able to see the globes of her ass peeking out the bottom, her wares on display. The black halter top was cut down to her belly button, in a wide V, displaying a decent set of breasts. Large, round, real, her nipples poked the black material but there was no doubt it was not from arousal.

  Her face was like stone. Sharp caramel eyebrows over a long blade of a nose and a cupid’s bow mouth the angels would have wept for, except for the fact that she was not smiling. Her angelic blond hair tumbled down her back.

  But what drew him was her eyes.

  Not one single emotion betrayed her. Her gaze was flat, blue, empty. When he probed her mind, he saw...nothing.

  How curious. As the Demon of Corruption, his goal in life was to make people do things against their nature. But first he needed to know their nature. Her mind was blank. Too blank.

  “You think to bring me a prostitute to pay off your debt?”

  By only a flicker of her eyelid did she reveal her distress. Not a prostitute then.

  “No, no.” The gambler laughed and a hint of nervousness finally edged into his mind. He pinched the woman, hard, on her arm. “This is my wife. Smile, dear.”

  The woman’s x-rated mouth remained still.

  “Your wife?” Vetis said flatly. He pressed his mouth into a straight line. It was nearly impossible to corrupt one already so depraved as to offer his wife to a Demon. Now if the gambler had protested, it would have been fun to demand her as payment. But this, this was annoying.

  This...insect dared to try to dupe him?

  “And why did you bring her with you?” Vetis slumped even further in the chair, shifting his weight to put his chin on his fist. Come, you ass. Show me your true colors so I can decide what your punishment shall be. And how I can reap the energy from your psyche.

  “I would offer her to you.”

  “I see.” Vetis blinked slowly. The woman hadn’t made any movement. None. She was preternaturally still. And her mind continued to stay amazingly blank. He had no idea if the man’s offer repulsed her or aroused her. Absolutely none.

  What an interesting turn of events.

  “Come closer, sweet.” He crooked a single finger at her, watching her dead eyes. The burning wood crackled, sparks flaring in the still silent cavern of a room as the earthy aroma of peat wafted lazily through the air.

  The woman didn’t move.

  “Is she drugged?” Vetis asked with pretended idleness. He couldn’t say why the thought enraged him, but Vetis suddenly wished the man would answer yes, just so he could hurt him.

  Edward shifted, his body turned toward the fire as if mesmerized. “No, my Lord.” He pushed his bride toward Vetis without so much as a flinch. “Go to him.”

  She shuffled toward him in the stilettos, her gait uneven, as if she were unaccustomed to walking in the sharp heels. The sacrificial woman hesitated at the two-tiered dais that held his chair.

  “Come, come, up the steps.”

  She lifted her gaze to his. Still no emotion. Still no feeling. And apparently she was mute. After another moment of hesitation she placed one foot daintily in front of the other until she stood directly in front of him.

  Up close he could see the makeup slathered over her face. Rouge painted her cheeks, deathly pale beneath the false front. Her mouth, the pouty, puffy lips glossed shiny and slick, trembled.

  Finally emotion. Energy he could feed off of. Fear? Desire?

  Vetis tested the air, sniffing delicately to sense her mood. Besides an overabundance of some blowsy floral perfume, nothing else scented the air.

  “Of course, I can’t make a decision until I sample the merchandise.” He rubbed his fingers against his thumb, then wiggled his digits, like a safecracker getting ready to breach a vault. Vetis slid his palm inside the slinky halter top and brushed a thumb against her nipple.

  The woman’s skin was frigid.

  As cold as her ice blue eyes.

  Even in the heat of his room, she was nearly frozen. She didn’t react. Not one flicker of emotion crossed her face. With the exception of that slight tremble in her lips and the barest flinch of an eyelid earlier, she showed no reaction. She remained perfectly still while he brushed his thumb against the hard point.

  He slid his other hand between her knees and with a gentle press, indicated she spread her legs. The skin of her inner thigh was soft as the down feathers that stuffed the comforter on his bed. Slowly, he slid his fingers toward her mound.

  No underwear blocked his path. Wiry curls protected her feminine slit. He rubbed his fingers over her. Nothing. No juice wet his hand. The little
nub of her clitoris was cold and dry against his fingertips.

  He couldn’t take his gaze away from hers.

  She was like a giant void. He had to wonder, as she stood without protest against his intimate invasion. What would it take to corrupt her?

  Tucked into leather breeches, his cock lay flaccid against his stomach. He waited for some sort of response. If nothing else she’d be good for a few blow jobs. He imagined his cock ramming in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat, until he came jetting down into her body.

  And still his body remained limp, uninterested.

  Gods, this boredom was killing him.

  The sensible, the logical move would be to send the woman home and feed off the sick energy pouring from the gambler. But, her absolute lack of emotion was like a siren, tempting him toward an uncertain path and payout. He wanted to corrupt her, wanted to harness her energy.

  Prince Gaap would clearly advocate for the former.

  But Vetis needed something. Needed a challenge.

  The woman stood straight and still while he tested her indifference. With one hand he cupped her breast while he trailed the other back down her thigh.

  He probed her mind again. And finally, he saw.

  Excerpt from To Summon A Demon

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  The moon hung low in the sky. Pale blue light rippled over the lapping waves. The soft shush-shush of the ocean licked at the shimmering white sand like a lover.

  Lili spread her blanket in the secret little cove, hidden by a pair of boulders rising out of the sand like breasts laid out as an offering. “Apt,” she murmured.

  With a gust of warm wind, the ties on her shift loosened and the rough material swished against her naked skin. Lili constructed a small ring of stones near the edge of the water with careful precision, close enough that if the fire tried to spread the sea water would put it out and yet far enough inland to burn. She arranged the dry tinder in the small circle, making a small teepee, then threw in the shredded pieces of clothing she’d had worn yesterday.

 

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