Master Juggler (Untraceable Succubus Book 3)

by Erin R Flynn

  “You’re not my dad,” I grumbled, getting he was giving himself that role in our “family.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me. “No, that asshole doesn’t care about you. I do. Now stuff it or I’ll ground you.” He turned without a word and headed back into the living room, the conversation clearly done.

  “Payback’s a bitch and so am I,” I reminded Kyle under my breath.

  “I heard that,” Elijah growled, and I couldn’t help wincing.

  I felt better when I saw the bullet was out of Dylan and he seemed fine. Elijah was right and this was more about my upset that Dylan was hurt and I cared about him than anything. Fine, fine, I was being an unreasonable brat, freaked out for lots of reasons.

  “I didn’t even hear the shot or anything,” I whispered, it sinking in that someone had tried to kill me. I blinked at Dylan, and tears burned in my eyes. “I’m so, so sorry.”

  “Come here, sweetie,” he murmured, and the second I was in his reach, he pulled me onto his lap and hugged me. “We got you.”

  “People have tried to kill you lots, but never impersonal by a hit and random shooter,” Kyle surmised, getting why I was reacting like this. He sighed when I nodded. “That’s part of why I called Elijah. You’re a spy and scrapper, Jasmine. He’s used to being one of the most hunted supes like ever.”

  “Yes, and this is the time to call in a wrath demon,” Elijah murmured. “Plus, I hear there are now six men who want to make you theirs. Some of them need a firm talking to as well.”

  I couldn’t even curb the shocked look I gave him. “Since when do you care about my sex life or any of that?”

  He raised an eyebrow, his power crackling in his eyes. “You’ve never considered keeping one before, and now you’ve agreed to keep the deputy director of ISLE and not just for a ploy. Of course I would get involved.”

  I bit back what I wanted to say, wanting to remind him I wasn’t powerless or some dumb kid, but to him I was, as I wasn’t even a hundred and he was over two thousand years old. And he’d done a lot to protect me. He got all the passes.

  “Fine, but don’t bully anyone.” I gave him just as hard of a look as he gave me, letting him know it wasn’t a line to push with me.

  “Fine. Let’s get to the interrogation.”

  “How?” Aidan asked, glancing between us as I moved from Dylan’s lap and the three of us started setting things up.

  I blinked at him. “You’re over a thousand and you don’t know how demons question each other?”

  He slowly shook his head. “I know a lot of demons, but I don’t have like friends. They feed at my places or—I’m not involved, and you all are very secretive.”

  I nodded, shooting Elijah a glance, asking if they should see this then.

  “Let them see who you and we are,” he chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement as he clearly expected a few to run for the door and less for him to handle then.

  Dick. He was a total dick sometimes.

  “I have lots of reasons they should flee. I’ve made that clear, and they don’t know a fraction of them. I have no idea why they stick around,” I grumbled, going to Diana who Kyle had restrained in the chair and smacking her a few times until she woke up, blinking widely at me. “Skip the freakout and indignation we have you here. You know Tahnee and are involved somehow.”

  “You will answer our questions,” Elijah informed her, his voice dripping with power.

  Her eyes went wide, and she was seconds from pissing herself. “I talk I’m dead.”

  The three of us snorted, Kyle replying, “Bitch, what do you think we’ll do to you?”

  I nodded to Elijah I was ready and went over to Dylan, her chair perpendicular to his and a few feet away so she had a great view when I reached for his fly. He gave me a shocked look, but I just winked at him as I pulled out his dick. “Do you miss his monster? Do you miss the taste of it?”

  “Shut the fuck up, slut,” she sneered, crying out when Kyle smacked her.

  I knelt in front of him and licked his dick until it was fully hard. “It loves me. It loves being inside of me. It loves when I suck it. It loves to rub against me. Did it love you like that?” I sucked on it, shooting the lust up on the room.

  All while Elijah kept her from feeding on it. It was how we interrogated and handled each other. If it was an envy demon, we’d push their buttons and drown the room in envy until they were drunk from not being able to have any basically. It wasn’t fun. It was disconcerting and disorienting and left the demon not knowing if they were coming or going.

  And then they told everything. They couldn’t help it.

  “Tell her I’m better,” I purred, smirking up at Dylan. “Tell her how much you love fucking me and working cases with me and lazy days eating and flirting.”

  “You are better in every way, and you make the love I felt for her seem like nothing,” he admitted, my heart fluttering when I knew he really meant it. “I don’t want you on your knees for me, Jasmine.”

  “You were hurt, otherwise I’d love to sit on your face,” I promised. “Do you want me to sit on your lap instead? Do you want her to see how you fuck me?”

  He shivered, the lust going up another several levels as I climbed onto his lap. He begged me to ride him, and Diana started to crack, crying for us to stop.

  “This is making me drunk,” Owen admitted, shaking his head and blinking like he was trying to clear his head. Evan looked about in the same state. One of the other demons quickly got them out of there and up to my bedroom where it should be muted since it was the furthest room from where we were.

  Diana burst out laughing, blood dripping from her mouth from Kyle slapping her. “Yeah, you’re awesome. He never went soft on me.”

  I glanced down and saw Dylan’s erection had deflated. I blinked at him, but he was giving her a disgusted look. “Jasmine could make a man with ED get hard in an ice bath. It’s you. You’re the problem here. I can’t even stand to be near you and hearing you crying when—”

  “This isn’t working,” Aidan muttered as he plucked me off of Dylan’s lap and moved us to block him. “You know who I am, yes?”

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Everyone knows who you are.”

  I realized what he was doing when I felt her desire to be on his arm, the pampered mate of a powerful vamp and set for life. I gave a slight nod it was working and pressed myself against him. “He chases after me.”

  “I do,” he agreed, running his hands over me. “You drive me insane, and all I want is you.”

  “For cocoa dates?” I teased him, knowing she was feeling it and to show it was real, personal, and not a lie.

  “Especially naked ones,” he murmured, his fangs sliding out. He ran them over my neck as his hand slid in my dress. “Fuck, you have the best breasts ever. I want to taste you again, Jasmine. Let me taste you.” His other hand slipped under the dress and he fingered me, driving all our lust up until we broke her.

  “He was ISLE and they’re all assholes,” she slurred, sitting up only because of Elijah holding her there and the ropes Kyle had gotten from somewhere. “But I was safest with him and no one would fuck with a bear’s woman. He was gone most of the time, but I was still protected as I played with other guys. He’d come back and give me whatever I wanted. He was the easiest mark I’d ever worked.”

  I flinched as I felt Dylan’s desire to melt into the floor. He was crushed, as he’d really loved her. It had been a while ago and he was over her, completely over her, but it still hurt to know it had all been a lie.

  “Did you steal secrets or anything other than gifts and playing him?” Elijah asked, his power dripping over her and keeping her disoriented.

  “No, he was always ridiculously careful,” she answered. “I didn’t want ISLE after me if they found a breach or risk. I just fucked with him and made him fall for me. Give him pussy once and he’s yours. It was a joke. He’s a joke.”

  I was moving before I even realized it, cracking her across the f
ace hard enough I broke her nose and more. “He is perfect. You are the joke. All the men who treat us like shit and whores and worse and you found one of the few who respected demons and fucked with him. You’re a pathetic piece of shit who sells your own and hurts people to get your kicks and I’m—”

  I didn’t realize I had hit her again and was going back for another until Aidan grabbed me and pulled me away. I fought for real to get her until he grunted when I broke his arm. I instantly stopped and gave him an apologetic look.

  “Now I really want a naked cocoa date,” he grumbled, kissing my hair. “Your loyalty is commendable, but it’s wasted on someone like her.”

  I nodded, agreeing but not shocked I blew my lid as I had a bad temper.

  Which Kyle and Elijah knew, taking over and giving Aidan looks to move me back. It worked and helped me settle until I heard the details of her luring two different lust demons to Tahnee and the coven and getting a fat payday for it. Then I broke her kneecaps before anyone could stop me.

  “You are ridiculously strong and fast,” Aidan grumbled, throwing me over his shoulder. “Let’s get fuel in Dylan after being shot and then maybe a cold shower to chill you out.”

  “I’m going to fucking peel your skin off,” I shouted at her, my power flaring as he carried me off. “I will burn you for betraying your own. Every inch of you will burn when I’m done, bitch. And then I’ll let you heal and do it again before giving you to that coven to make their whore and bleed you dry. You think we’re all just shit to sell off? I’ll give you to them for free and pay them to wreck you!”

  “Wow, you really have a temper,” Dylan muttered when we reached the kitchen. Then they thought better as I kept screaming for her blood and brought me and the food that one of the teams had brought to the master suite.

  “Jasmine, shit, stop,” Aidan snarled, setting me on my feet.

  I swore when I saw his shirt was on fire, ripping it off of him before dragging him to the shower and turning it on. I pushed him in after I got his phone and wallet out of his pocket. I also stuck my hands under the water, knowing fully well it helped, as it wasn’t the first time I’d lost control like this.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered, leaning my head against the glass wall. “I felt how much what she said crushed him, and I care for him, and the worst crime to me is handing your own over to monsters, and I don’t mean vamps but bad guys.”

  “I know,” he murmured, groaning as his arm healed along with his skin from the burns. “I’m good. I just fed yesterday.”

  I nodded and shut off the water, tossing him a towel before heading to the bedroom to check on Dylan. He was sitting quietly with a container of tacos. The sadness and grief coming off of him was tearing me apart. I didn’t know what a good girlfriend should do—as I’d been one for a few hours only and we’d had so much shit already—but I couldn’t leave him alone.

  I took the container and set it aside, plopping onto his lap and kissing him silly. I leaned my forehead to his. “Fuck her. That’s not the Diana you knew and cared for. This is someone else and not a person worthy of you.”

  He flinched and cupped my face in his big hands before kissing me breathless. “You’re not her, Jasmine.” He felt my reaction, realizing I was upset over that. “You spy and go undercover to help. I’ve done the same. That is worlds different than even how you teased me when we met. You didn’t seek me out. You didn’t use me. I know who you are, and you’re nothing like her.”

  Yeah, that was my other worry. It was easy to lump people together in the wrong way when you were hurt. I didn’t want him to throw me into the same lust demon bucket as her.

  I nuzzled his neck as I hugged him. “So I can get a man with ED hard in an ice bath?”

  “Yes,” all six of them answered, which was pretty amusing as three of them I’d not slept with.

  “How’s the shoulder? Do I have to pass my massage to you so you get better?” I asked him, unsure of what to do now.

  “Let’s just eat and settle with all of this a bit,” he offered, brushing his lips over that spot under my ear. “And then I believe you owe Mason a dance that I very much wanted to see.”

  “I think we have some work and things to attend to first,” I reminded him.

  He shrugged. “Delegate, sweetie. Kyle and Elijah have it. I have agents all over the shooting and what they’ll get from the guy. They’re picking up the club owner—things just went nuclear by taking a shot at me. We’ve got that, and they will make damn sure word gets around we’re together and I will scorch the ground around you and eat anyone who tries for you.”

  “He’s right, and you’re off the rest of today,” Elijah said from the doorway. He gave me a look that he dared me to open my mouth and argue when I jumped off Dylan’s lap. “That is an order, child, or I will have Kyle and his teams lock you down in your apartment in Germany or Natalia’s villa.”

  “Kyle is under me,” I about snarled, thinking everyone was going way too far over lines.

  His face softened as he came over to me. Then he bopped me on the head, much to the shock of the others, but I knew how Elijah reacted. “I yelled at Kyle and Kiera about bringing personal into cases and throwing you loops when shit is going down. Kyle’s was a good move and I approved it so he would talk to you, not spring anything. No more springing shit on you because they’re your friends.”

  “Yeah, that’s what bugged me so much,” I admitted, rubbing my arm. “It also bugs me I’m getting benched like I was fouling too much in the game, Elijah.”

  “That’s not it at all,” he muttered, cupping my cheek. “You are our MVP, and they are intentionally trying to hurt you, Jasmine. You take the player out of the game. Stop with your pride and think what you would do if it was Kyle or Kiera.”

  I opened my mouth to argue but then slowly closed it. “Fine, I accept that.” I stuck out my tongue at him. “You still aren’t getting a holiday gift now.”

  He snorted. “Yes I am.” He handed me a few sets of keys. “I also want you out of LA, and everything is here for home base. There are too many variables from too many sides, and I want you out of range in case someone’s tracking better than we thought. You go there tonight and have fun with your suitors, and we will bring you food and whatever else you need. Just for a day, Jasmine.”

  I sighed. “They all have lives, and the wolf is not my ‘suitor,’ Elijah. I’m sure he’s got training, the twins have their own club, there’s no way Aidan doesn’t have everything, I just piled work on Mason, and Dylan is now deputy director. They’re all busy too.”

  “I’m good,” Bain promised. “I get a week after a big fight. As long as there’s dinnah and a frothy, I’m good.”

  “We have managers for a reason,” Owen agreed while the others nodded.

  Mason moved in front of me when I opened my mouth to argue. “You gave your word to a warlock, goddess. There’s no getting out of that. We’re all agreed, so let’s pack a bag and have some fun.”

  “You are way too pushy for a submissive,” I grumbled, rolling my eyes when his silky voice chuckled at me. “Fine, fine, whatever, I’m benched. I’ll be good.”

  “So we need to just call Elijah the next time you try and run,” Dylan muttered. “I don’t think I got your number last time we met.”

  “You aren’t catching her if I have to ground her to spend time with you,” Elijah reminded them, sounding amused. Well, as long as I was amusing it was all okay, right?

  Whatever.

  8

  Half an hour later we were at one of corporate’s properties in the Caribbean with way more than some food truck tacos. Everyone went all out and way overboard when they found out Elijah was benching me for a day and I had entertainment that would need fuel.

  Brats. Fine, I could play just as dirty.

  Which was why I stood in front of Mason in nothing but a halter teddy that wrapped around me that I wore working undercover a lot. I was in stockings that was better than shoes for sliding and s
pinning on the wood floors, and given our height difference wasn’t much, it worked. He took my unspoken challenge and was in boxer briefs and made me want to drool.

  The second he took my hand someone started the music he’d lined up and off we went. There were a few Ricky Martin songs in Spanish that worked perfectly, and by the time we were done dancing, I was about drowning in their desires. I moaned and leaned into him.

  “I need to work on something to block them,” he muttered, studying me. “Or block you from being overwhelmed.” His lips brushed over mine. “Focus on me, goddess. You wanted the massage, and so do I. Don’t let them detract that with what they want.”

  “I don’t not want it,” I moaned as Bain’s desire to bend me over something and plow me lined up with what Dylan wanted. Aidan wanted the same it seemed, so it tripled the one desire and washed over me.

  “You all can’t think the same thing,” he growled, lifting me in his arms. “All she does is give you what you want, what she feels of your desires. Stop being so selfish.”

  “I’ve not gotten anything,” Bain reminded him.

  “No fighting,” I cut in, glad at least the tension had cut through the hormones. Mason carried me over to the massage table and set me on it. I didn’t like his frown and pulled him closer. “We don’t have—”

  He gave me a soft kiss. “I want to. I want your pleasure more than mine, and it will annoy me if anyone treats you less than a goddess. Yes, I want to be inside of you too, but you deserve more than my needs being first. You come first, second, and third.”

  I shivered, nodding and undoing the teddy, sliding it off of me with his help. Then he rolled the stocking down and kissed my feet, massaging them first while I sat there and watched him on his knees for me. I was in heaven as I got another ridiculous massage and foreplay. The combo of his hands and the oil was too much for any woman not to melt into.

  “Yes, we can talk later about me selling my oil to your clubs,” he murmured, his voice rolling over me like the heat of a bubble bath. “Shut off your brain, goddess. You keep flipping around and worrying about others, what to do to help and make things better. None of that right now. What do you want? I only want you to think of what would make this better for you.”