by L. A. Boruff
Peering out the window, she frowned. Cars lined every inch of the sides of the driveway that curved up toward their destination. The cab finally pulled to a stop in front of the heavily decorated mansion. An incredible mansion that screamed of wealth and privilege.
Its big double doors were thrown wide open, revealing a foyer that was bigger than her entire apartment. Costumed people drank and talked along the stairs leading to the entrance. Inside, the lights were off, except for the flashing black-lights. Her gaze slid to the backyard and pool. People were everywhere. Diving off the waterfall into the water, which was orange for the big party.
I’ve never seen anything like this in my life!
“This is it!” Tiffany squealed.
Rebecca laughed. “I still can’t believe we got invited. Look at this place! This is awesome!”
Awesome. Yeah.
She paid the cab driver and climbed out, tugging her rainbow-colored skirt down, and pulling her low top up at the same time. Instantly, a couple of men latched onto her friends, and they were off hurrying into the dark doorway, with its black-lights flashing.
Rosa almost called after them. They usually had a rule about sort of sticking together. But she just stared after them. Do I really want to hang out with them? I feel like I’d just bring them down. Since she was having an off night, she might as well let her friends have fun.
In fact… they might not even notice if she snuck out! The hell with this!
Turning, her heart lurched as the cab drove away.
Fuck.
Well, I guess I’m stuck here.
Awkwardly climbing the entryway stairs in her too-high boots, she entered the party and was immediately swallowed by pounding music. Grabbing a gelatin shot off a passing waiter’s tray, she downed it, then grabbed another before he could leave.
Liquor, one thing I can enjoy, even when feeling out of place and uncomfortable.
By the time she made it to the snack table, her head was already spinning. Yup, that was her plan. If she was drunk enough, she wouldn’t care about her ironic outfit, or her missing friends. She’d just space out and enjoy the party.
This might be fun after all!
The chocolate fountain was incredible. She dipped everything and anything into it and enjoyed every fucking bite. More gelatin shots followed, and soon, she was having trouble even standing in her damn heels.
“The hell with it!” Reaching down, she yanked the boots off and chucked them under the table. Since she was out of fucks to give, she might as well be comfortable.
She ate another chocolate covered strawberry and froze as she caught the eye of a man leaning against a wall across the room.
It must be the distance, but she could swear his eyes were golden. A wizard’s eyes? No. A Shifter’s eyes? Nope. So what was he?
He drew her to him in a way she’d never felt before. Maybe it was because his gaze was locked onto hers, but something intimate and powerful stretched between them.
Like magic.
Or destiny.
She smirked. Or maybe we’re both drunk and horny.
But she was intrigued. He was wrapped like a mummy from head-to-toe. Only his eyes and mouth showed. He could be hideous, or he could be gorgeous—it didn't matter which. Because her inner muscles tightened at just the sight of him… something that didn’t exactly happen every day.
She decided to take a chance and started across the room. Her resolve building with each step.
His gaze darkened and he stood up straighter. Could he really find her attractive? Or was she just hoping he did?
When she stopped in front of him, she smiled. “Hi!”
Without answering her, he leaned forward, so close she could smell a rich, earthy scent that seemed to radiate from his body. His wrapped fingers reached forward, and he wiped at the side of her mouth. “Chocolate,” he murmured.
She looked at his thumb. Sure enough, chocolate covered the end of the wrappings.
Maybe it was the drink. Maybe it was the sexual tension. But she leaned forward and sucked the tip of his finger.
“Fuck,” he muttered moving closer.
“Sorry,” she said, but she didn’t feel sorry.
“I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you.”
She laughed. “Yeah, right.”
He frowned, his full lips pulling down. “Your hair is the color of the sun rise. Your eyes are the blue of the deepest waters. And your body… every curve begs for a man to touch you.”
She gasped in a breath. Had she forgot to breathe? “So, you’re into curvy chicks then?”
This body has always been a bit of a burden to me, but maybe tonight it might get me lucky.
“Curvy?” He frowned. “Don’t all men like a woman with curves?”
Again, she laughed. This man sounded so damn sincere. “Why are you standing alone?”
He shrugged. “I feel… out of place.”
“Me too,” she said, and that feeling between them seemed to increase.
“Are you here alone?” The way he asked her was so damned possessive, as if just the idea of her being here with someone angered him.
She placed her hand on his wrapped chest. “Just two of my friends, but they’re busy. What about you?”
He gestured to the dance floor. She turned around and immediately spotted two men dressed like mummies, like him, dancing with complete abandon. “My brothers.”
She grinned. “They look like all they want to do is dance all night.”
“No, they wish more than anything to find a woman we can share.”
Her gaze jerked back to him.
His eyes widened. “But we will not.”
A woman to share? Suddenly, it was all she could think about. She’d never had a threesome. Two crappy boyfriends, yes, but never a threesome. Definitely never a foursome.
Sure, she’d thought of it, imagined it alone at night with her vibrator, but those kinds of things didn’t happen to women like her. It was just a silly dream.
She turned her attention back to him. He stared at her hands on his chest as if they were the most amazing things in this world.
She licked her lips, catching the faintest hint of chocolate. “What kind of woman do you guys want to share?”
His hands slowly moved to rest onto hers. And even though she couldn’t feel his skin, she shivered when his fingers traced the lines of her hands. “We all like the same kind of woman. One who is strong, smart, and kind. She must be kind.” He said the last part as if it was very important.
She laughed, raising a brow. “And what about how she looks?”
He nibbled his bottom lip in a way that made her pulse speed up. “I’ve never thought much about how the woman would look.” His gaze moved to her face. “Maybe she would look like you. I find you… very attractive. In fact, my attraction to you makes me cautious. I’ve never met someone I so instantly wanted to take to my bed.”
She swallowed. “Well, that’s… sexy.”
He looked surprised. “It is?”
She nodded.
He thinks I’m sexy. He and his brothers want to share a woman tonight, and I’m just drunk enough to feel adventurous.
Am I really going to have a foursome?
Her gaze moved to his lips. That’s exactly what she wanted. More than anything. She wanted one night that she’d never forget.
“I’ve always wanted a threesome, but a foursome sounds even better.”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
She felt her thoughts tumble as she spoke. “Just the idea of having more than one hot man touching me… it’d be like a dream come true.”
His body shuddered beneath her touch. “Now, that’s… sexy.”
This is actually going to happen! I can’t believe it!
He opened his lips as if to speak, but she silenced him with a kiss.
To her shock, he stiffened beneath her and jerked back. “No!”
She frowned, her head spinning as her
fingers moved to her lips. “No…”
He reached up and rubbed the top of his head as if aching to run fingers through his hair. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
She felt tears prickle the corners of her eyes. Maybe this body is lumpy and strange, but I deserve better! “You’re an ass!”
Spinning around, she ran from him. There was a rope at the bottom of the stairs to stop partygoers from going up, but she pushed past it and hurried up them on her bare feet. She wasn’t crazy, right? He’d been giving her all the signals that he was interested.
And then he shouted, no!
She’d never been more embarrassed in her life.
Chapter Three
Golgoth couldn’t stop touching his lips as he watched the woman race up the stairs. She’d kissed him! And now she would die!
I’m such a fool. I should have pushed her away when she got close. I should have expected it.
And yet, he hadn’t. Even though her words had sent blood surging into his cock, he really hadn’t thought such a beautiful woman would ever kiss him. She could have any man in the room, so why would she want him?
Cassius and Anton were suddenly in front of him.
“See, isn’t this place awesome?” Anton asked, drowning his drink. “And Mr. Doom and Gloom didn’t want to come!”
“I kissed a woman,” he whispered.
Cassius drew closer. “What?”
“I—I kissed a woman.”
He knew the second his brothers heard him.
“You what?” Cassius shouted. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He shook his head. “I mean, she kissed me. I just didn’t pull away in time. I didn’t expect it.”
“Where is she?” Cassius said, his teeth clenching together.
“Up the stairs.”
Cassius exhaled slowly. “So, she isn’t dead yet. Good. We need to check on her. Stay with her until she dies. And then we need to get the hell out of here.”
“Golgoth,” Anton said, shaking his head in disapproval.
“It was an accident.” He tried to explain. “She was talking about wanting a foursome with us, and I just—“
“She wanted to fuck us?” Anton asked, perking up.
Golgoth glared. “She did.”
Something changed in Anton. “Why don’t we go look for her? You said it sometimes takes a whole night before they die. Maybe we can give her something good before she does.”
“Are you actually thinking about fucking her when I’ve condemned her to death?”
Anton shrugged. “We can’t turn back time, so why not?”
Golgoth felt angry as they ducked under the rope at the bottom of the stairs. He liked this woman. Something about her made his heart ache. Maybe it was how she’d looked when she’d thrown her heels under the table, or the way she ate with such abandon. Or maybe it’s because she has the face and body of a goddess?
He froze. There was no denying her beauty. And now, he felt like the monster some people believed demons to be. Killing was wrong, in every way, but killing a beautiful, innocent woman? He felt as if he’d just made the world a worse place.
His brothers checked door after door before finally waving him over to one.
He followed, his emotions all over the place. He hated that Anton was thinking of his own cock at a moment like this, but then, his point wasn’t… wrong. The woman may have minutes or hours left, but soon she would die. Would giving her a night of pleasure really be so wrong?
Golgoth entered the massive bedroom, and his gaze immediately went to the woman. She sat at the bench seat by the window, swiping at her face. His heart lurched. He’d made her cry?
He hurried to her and knelt down. “Are you hurting?”
“Hurting?” she scowled at him. “No, I’m pissed! You lead me on and then shouted ‘no’ at me! What kind of asshole are you?”
“Pissed? But you’re crying.”
She leaned in closer, her brilliant blue eyes narrowing. “I’m not crying, asshole.”
His mind turned. “I did not mean to… lead you on and say no.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, and he hated that his gaze moved down. Her breasts swelled out of the top of her outfit, begging to be touched, begging to be tasted. His mouth went dry. With the slightest brush of his hand, he could pull them free.
He might be a virgin, but he’d watched a lifetime of porn. And the idea of watching her breasts bouncing while he plunged into her had him aching in places that had never ached so badly.
“I know guys like you. Leading on the awkward girl doesn’t make you a ‘big man,’ okay?”
He stared in confusion. “You seem to think I don’t want to fuck you, when nothing would make me happier in this world.”
Some of her anger faded, replaced by a guarded look.
“I was simply startled. I—are you feeling alright?”
She nodded.
“I, and my brothers, would love nothing more to plunge into every hole in your body and make you orgasm over and over again. But only if you’re feeling up to it.”
Her mouth had dropped open, but then it closed. Her gaze moved to his brothers.
Anton grinned. “We’ll do it however you like. And your pleasure will always come first.” He winked. “I’m Anton by the way. The youngest brother.”
Cassius moved across the room and took her hand. “I’m Cassius. The oldest brother. And I’d like nothing more than to spend my night pleasuring you.”
She stared around the room. “Uh, I’m Rosa. And I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Neither has Golgoth,” Anton said, taking a step closer.
“Gologth?” she asked, her gaze swung back to him.
“It’s a family name,” he told her, suddenly wondering how in the world they’d conceal their demon sides from her when naked.
“And we’re wearing purple paint under these,” Anton explained, as if reading Golgoth’s mind. “We hope that won’t be too strange for you.”
She shook her head, saying nothing.
“Would you like us to get naked for you before you decide?” Anton asked.
Her eyes widened, and her gaze moved over them. Sexual tension sung in the air.
Anton didn’t wait for her to agree, he started to undress. Golgoth held his breath. When she saw what he looked like, would she truly believe it was a costume? Or would she run screaming from the room?
When Anton’s wrappings were gone, he removed his clothes and stood before her. His purple skin was so dark it was almost midnight-black in color. Veins of glowing gold weaved through his dark flesh.
She rose from her window seat. “Can I touch you?”
Anton nodded, and the teasing air left his expression.
She slid her hand over the hard lines of his chest, stroked his stomach, and let her hand rest above his cock. “Are all of you so… well-endowed?”
He nodded. “Golgoth has a dick that will make you wet just looking at it.”
She turned to him.
Golgoth felt strange. No woman had ever seen him naked before. Would she truly like what she saw?
Undressing slowly, he watched his brothers. They each gave him nods of encouragement.
When the wrappings were gone, and his clothes removed, Golgoth stood before her, holding his breath. Waiting. Would she be disgusted by his skin, or his missing finger? He was muscular and strong, like his brothers, but he hadn’t gained all his weight back since his time in Caine’s prison.
If she turned away from him now, he didn’t think he could endure it.
She crossed the room. Her hand traveled down his chest, sending every nerve screaming to life. When her hand hovered about his cock, she exhaled. “Wow. He wasn’t kidding. Golgoth… you’ve got to have special pants made to contain this thing.”
Golgoth stared at her. “I—please you?”
In answer, she sank to her knees, and suddenly, his cock was in her hot mouth.
He ha
d to be dreaming. A beautiful goddess wasn’t on her knees sucking his dick, stroking his balls, and moaning around him. His balls tightened with the need to spill his seed.
He looked down. Her large breasts jiggled in her loose vest as she moved back and forth, taking his cock deeper and deeper each time.
“Fuck!” he shouted, digging his hands into the back of her hair.
In a frenzy, he began to ride her. To his shock, that seemed to only encourage her.
With a groan, he spilled his seed.
She continued to suck him, lick him, and hold him in her hot, glorious mouth.
When she pulled back, she grinned. “That was easy.”
Anton laughed. “Not to worry. He’ll be ready again in minutes.”
She smiled at Golgoth. “I hope so, because if you liked my mouth, you’re going to love the rest of me.”
His cock rose higher at her offer.
“Nice,” she purred, with a smirk.
Cassius had undressed as Golgoth fucked the beautiful woman’s mouth. Now, his brother moved across the room and knelt in front of her. Golgoth stepped back to give them room. “May we undress you now? Watching you suck my brother makes me ache for a taste of you.”
She looked hesitant, but then stood.
They moved around her. Golgoth pulled her shirt off and groaned. She had a black see-through bra on. It barely encased her large, full breasts.
Anton grinned and moved behind her. With a flick of his wrist, her bra came off.
Golgoth pulled it down her arms and stared and stared. Fuck. He was going to spill his seed again. This woman… she was so damn beautiful.
He’d never touched a woman’s breasts before, but now he reached out and cupped them in his hands. They spilled between his fingers in the most glorious way possible. When he used his thumb to rub her nipples, she gasped and her hands came to grip his shoulders.
Fascinated, he continued to play with her breasts. He learned what she liked and what made her moan.
Cassius had removed her little rainbow skirt and underwear. Using his strong hands, he pulled her thighs over his shoulders.