Wicked Tales Anthology

by Brandy Slaven

  “Yes.” My stormy-eyed lover stroked my face and hair with a tender hand. “Come for us, sweetheart, and we’ll fill you up all you want.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  “Yes,” I arched my back higher and pressed back against Raum like a bitch in heat. “Please let me come.”

  “How?” Raum prompted, smoothing his palms down to the backs of my thighs. My core ached from feeling him so near but not touching me enough.

  I swallowed and licked my lips.

  “From spanking me.” I lifted my eyes up to Seth. “With your help.”

  “Only if you need it,” Seth waved a finger in my face. “Raum’s got you so close, I can see you shaking from it.”

  “I do need it,” I whimpered, reaching for his zipper. I needed to just see him, stroke him, or taste him. Anything to just feel his touch and calm this fire consuming me. But the infuriating, handsome bastard pulled my hands away and pinned them down to the stairs, a grin of pure evil on his face.

  “Ready, baby?” The heat of Raum’s hands left my skin, and my whole body froze like a statue in anticipation of what was coming.

  Smack!

  It came down like lightning, sending vibrations through my hypersensitive clit and making me bite my lip against the sting.

  Smack!

  He made each one count and didn’t rush in the slightest. My eyes squeezed shut, but I could picture him admiring his handiwork behind me. Raum loved to leave his marks on me and reapply them as they faded. I not-so-secretly loved them too because such marks only came from him.

  Smack!

  My whimper escaped on that one. My ass cheeks were on fire, but my wetness still dripped down my thighs. Even my nipples were tender to the point of painful. Each smack took me baby steps closer to the edge, but I didn’t know if I’d make it there.

  Smack!

  “Oh fuck, you’re right there,” Raum whispered, his voice tight with his own restraint. “I can see your clit going crazy, baby. It wants to go off so bad. Wouldn’t it be nice if I just rubbed you a little?” His fingers crept all around my vulva as I shook like a leaf. He touched me everywhere but right where I needed it.

  Smack!

  “FUCK! Fucking hell, just fuck me!” I cried. I loved him but fucking hated him in that moment. He’d never drawn my orgasm out like this before, and it was nothing short of torture.

  “Here, sweetheart. Let me help.” Seth scooted down another step with his legs on either side of me. I gazed up at him in desperation, and the kiss he gave me was such sweet relief. My lips, so sensitive and flushed with blood, trembled at his tongue swiping into my mouth.

  He reached inside my shirt and found my nipples, smoothing his thumbs across the aching peaks and finally, finally touching me. I was begging for a meal and got only bread crumbs, but I didn’t care. It was something in the face of Raum’s torture.

  Smack!

  Seth squeezed my nipples just as the last blow came down, and I hurtled into the abyss. My whole body rocked with the convulsion of release that I barely knew what was happening. Only when Raum plunged into me with one rough thrust, and I felt the bliss of my muscles squeezing around him did I realize it.

  I was made of electricity itself, my nerves alive and sparking like live wires. Magic shot from my fingertips in time with my pussy convulsing around Raum as he fucked me like a machine. My orgasm would not stop. I was hardly aware of what my body was doing but all too consumed with how toe-curlingly good it felt.

  At some point Seth released his cock and put it in my mouth. The moment my convulsions ceased, Raum flipped us around. He sat on the landing, reclined against the stairs, and seated me facing him, back on that amazing cock of his.

  My filthy, torturous demon pulled me against his chest with one arm, brushing my clit with his thumb as he drove his hips up, crashing into me. After denying me pleasure for so long, he gave it to me so unconditionally I barely knew how to handle it all.

  “You come on my cock so beautifully,” he growled, grabbing a fistful of my hair to bring my mouth down for a savage kiss. “I love you, Deja.”

  “I love you so much,” I took his lip between my teeth, “you almost make me hate you.”

  His laugh became a series of breathy grunts and moans as his own release grew near. I knew this had been a test of his control as well. He delayed his own pleasure to heighten mine.

  His whole body stiffened as he came, growling through gritted teeth, and his arms wrapped around me in a bear hug. Honestly, he was beautiful when he came too. His rich, chocolate eyes dilated, muscles flexed and tensed, and that uncontrollable grimace, followed by the sexiest sated look on his face.

  I waited until he finished emptying himself inside me then hopped off and began cleaning him with my tongue, just as he liked.

  “I thank Lucifer every day for you,” he murmured, stroking my face and neck affectionately. My heart swelled, and I linked his fingers with mine as I continued to lick him. So dirty and so loving, this man.

  I paused to cast a sultry look at Seth. “Aren’t you coming around for me next?”

  “We got other plans.” He fisted his cock, jutting out like a sword as he lifted his eyes up to Raum’s.

  I narrowed my eyes in confusion. The next thing I knew, Raum was lifting me up by my armpits, and placed me right above Seth, straddling him.

  “I want you staring at me while you bounce on him,” Raum purred, his lips curving in a wicked smirk.

  With my back against Seth’s chest, I kissed him over my shoulder as he eased me down onto him. His hands swept across my sides to caress my breasts and bring my nipples back to hard, aching peaks.

  Those hands could read my deepest, darkest desires with the slightest touch. A master of shadow magic with demon blood in his veins, Seth didn’t need to know me for eons to play my body like a fiddle. He knew the inner workings of my mind better than I even knew myself.

  “Gods, yes,” he groaned once fully seated inside me, dragging his teeth along the back of my neck.

  “Seth,” I whimpered, squirming as he rolled his hips up like crashing waves. He didn’t fuck me nearly as fast, rough or brutal as Raum; the way he pressed inside me was slow, deliberate, and so incredibly intense. His arms enveloped me, keeping me still and pinned against him as he moved. He lifted me off him just enough to sink in deeper as he drove into me.

  Raum descended a few steps in a lazy slide to watch us, his eyes glued to my body.

  “Stop covering her breasts, Seth. I want to see them.” His dark eyes remained dilated, and his breaths were still labored from our own session.

  “Fuck off. You had your time with her.” But he moved his arms anyway, securing one around my waist, the other crossing in front of my shoulders.

  “Boys,” I panted through Seth’s thrusts. “There’s no need to fight.”

  “Can you blame us?” he growled into my ear. “None of us can get enough of you.”

  Raum crept forward, the wily grin on his face indicating he was up to something. Seth held me still with my back arched against him, and my chest thrust out. It was almost like he was presenting my body, while fucking me at the same time.

  Raum’s rough kiss grazed the edge of my ribcage, paying no mind to the cock thrusting in and out of me only a few inches away. Taking his time, he kissed a trail lower.

  “Raum?” I squeaked, shuddering as his tongue trailed over my hip bones.

  “Yes, baby?”

  “What are you doing?”

  “Kissing the woman I love.”

  He traveled even lower, brushing his lips across my mons and hovering over my clit. My mind raced with questions all the while Seth’s cock continued to surge deep inside me, bringing me to the edge of another orgasmic cliff as he pressed against all my inner walls.

  The next thing I felt was Raum’s lips sealing over my clit, then lashing his hot tongue against it.

  “Oh fuck!” I jolted in Seth’s grasp, but he held me firm, filling and emptying me with steady t
hrusts like there wasn’t another man’s mouth so close to his dick.

  “Looks like it’s Raum’s turn to help, sweetheart,” he rasped in my ear.

  The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It never even occurred to me that being eaten out and fucked at the same time was a possibility. But Raum devoured me like no else was around, and Seth fucked me even harder as he felt my release nearing.

  “Guys, I’m…”

  I couldn’t even get the words out before pure pleasure ripped through me without warning. I swore I felt it in every cell and hair follicle. My pussy closed around Seth’s steel rod and forcefully yanked his own release from him. His cock flexed hard inside me, spurring on another wave of pleasure like a chain reaction. And Raum’s mouth never left my clit until the sensation bordered on painful.

  “Holy shit.”

  I sucked in deep breaths of air, leaning back on Seth now that every bit of energy had been zapped from my body.

  “Just when I thought we’ve done it all,” I kissed his neck, “you guys always find a way to surprise me.”

  Raum grinned up at me, planting a kiss on my thigh before resting his head there.

  “You can’t have tricks without treats, baby.”

  Author’s Note

  Thank you so much for reading Witchy Tricks and Demon Treats! For Deja’s full story in her current lifetime, check out my Unholy Trinity series!

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  ABOUT CRYSTAL ASH

  Crystal Ash is an author from California. From an early age, she’s been obsessed with magic, heart-wrenching love stories, strange animals, and the people who turn into them.

  When she’s not writing, she’s probably in her garden of crazy-looking plants or drinking craft beer with her husband and cat.

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  ORIGIN:

  THE TRIALPHA CHRONICLES PREQUEL

  BY

  SERENA AKEROYD

  ORIGIN: THE TRIALPHA CHRONICLES PREQUEL

  BY SERENA AKEROYD

  Meeting her mates on a night out at a club was something Elena Hernandez never anticipated. Half-Lyken, she feared she wouldn't be one of the lucky ones but the Fates have plans for her and the Lyndhoven males they have decreed to be her soulmates.

  As the heirs to the TriAlpha throne, Adam, Damien, and Luca have responsibilities no one can understand. But on some rare downtime, they find the one woman who seals their future. But, by meeting her, Elena's safety is immediately compromised.

  Can the TriAlpha heirs keep their mate safe long enough to claim her?

  Find out in ORIGIN: The TriAlpha Chronicles prequel.

  ORIGIN: THE TRIALPHA CHRONICLES PREQUEL

  BY SERENA AKEROYD

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Barcelona, Spain

  1985

  “They’re totally checking you out.”

  Elena Hernandez wasn’t sure why, but the way her best friend said ‘they’ was different to how she normally said it.

  Elena and Miguela were accustomed to garnering looks, both so dark and traditional-looking, they played it up, managing to snag whichever fool they wanted to capture on a night out.

  “Who?” she asked, peering to the left—her best side—to see who might be interested in a night’s flirtation.

  With sloe-shaped eyes, petite noses, and high cheekbones, they belonged in a historical movie—except for their modern dress. Their make-up was subtle yet dramatic, using nudes and dark brown shades to play up their coloring. Their figures were kept trim from daily sprints with each other, and they were showcased in sleek skirts and blouses that didn’t fit in with the Barcelona club scene.

  So, Elena was used to getting attention, and she used it to get what she and Miguela wanted—money.

  Men, after all, could be so stupid.

  Easily led by their cocks. And easily triggered to use their fists.

  It was why she and Miguela had made a vow to one another. They’d never, ever, ever get married.

  No, that kind of life just wasn’t for them. But this kind of life wasn’t exactly shaping up how they’d imagined it either.

  “Over there,” Miguela murmured, flashing her bright talons over at the bar.

  The club was dark, sultry. It was also hot, and the disco ball shot thousands of shards of light in dappled gold, silver, and bronze amid the strobe-lit pitch black. Pumpkins carved with black eyes and toothy grins were cut into paper strips that dangled along the ceiling. Halloween wasn’t a Spanish celebration, but nightclubs went where the clientele was, and there were many Americans in the city. A large cauldron bubbled away in the corner with a mannequin dressed up like a witch. The make up on the model was atrocious, but the effort was a valiant one.

  With strands of false cobwebs and dangling skeletons, it looked and felt childish, but as far as she was aware, Halloween was for children.

  In the flashing lights that made the skeletons dance, she followed those red talons and saw them, and Elena suddenly understood why Miguela had said ‘they.’ Her best friend wasn’t saying that she’d come to the attention of a group of males—there were a few fiestas de despedida here. Bachelor parties of foreigners who made the daring move of coming abroad for their farewell-to-bachelorhood celebrations.

  No, these men were very different.

  And yet, so very similar it was remarkable.

  “Triplets?” Elena asked, surprised when her voice was a squeak but also surprised to be dead center of three identical males’ focus.

  Miguela, also hearing the squeak, laughed. “Sí.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “You will have fun tonight with one of them. Play them against each other, stir them up, and make them dance to your tune.” Her throaty laugh was filled with a zealous glee at such a thought. Of bringing these men to their knees.

  That was what they did, after all.

  So why did Elena’s throat close at the prospect of doing such a thing to these males?

  These males in particular.

  Elena licked her lips as she let her gaze drift over the men.

  They could have been one and the same, and she knew that to many, they would be. Exactly that. But not to her.

  And she wasn’t talking about their wardrobe choices, either.

  There were other reasons to differentiate between the males, ones that she picked up on immediately, and that had nothing to do with eying up and selecting a target.

  The men were a tawny gold. The color was unusual amid the sea of dark heads. Their hair was almost leonine; so many shades of blond that morphed into dark browns. It was impossible to say that they were blond or brunette. There were simply too many colors to behold, to
label.

  Their foreheads were wide, tapering to a strong brow topped off with dark slashes that framed their faces. Their eyes, she couldn’t see the color, not even with her enhanced vision, seemed to glint at her though. The whites so bright she saw them from this distance, and they had to be a good twenty feet away, close to the bar.

  Their noses were strong, not beak-like, but Roman, and their mouths were a delicious pout. The Cupid’s bow pronounced in an almost effeminate way, while the bottom lip was wide enough to bite. Their jaws were stubborn, strong. And they led to throats Elena also wanted to bite.

  Her She-Wolf might never have manifested in the normal way, but she had urges. Urges that went beyond the human, and probably undercut the Lyken half of her soul.

  One wore a button up shirt with a pair of jeans, the other had a pair of chinos on and a T-shirt, and the last one wore a combination of the two—and she wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not—a T-shirt with jeans.

  The quality, however, made the casualwear scream expensive. Designer.

  These boys had money, and they looked American which only confirmed that. And they truly did have their eyes on her.

  Elena licked her lips, feeling overwhelmed with being at the center of their crosshairs. Because she was.

  Without a shadow of a doubt, she knew that. She knew it like she knew her face in the mirror. The gazes of the men were glued to her, and she felt the heat of their interest radiate through her, sending a spiraling warmth through her limbs. She wasn’t unaccustomed to creating this kind of reaction in a man. Human, Lyken, or otherwise. She knew how to dress herself up, knew how to play the coquette, to tease and entice a male into doing her bidding.

  But this was different.