Boston Avant-Garde 5: Bellicoso (16 page)

“Get behind her and hold her snug, Malachi.”

She was still fighting down the desperate need when Malachi’s big body cradled hers. He was warm and hard. A tiny moan slipped out as she felt his cock nestle into the hollow of her back. It would feel so good to put it inside her empty pussy. She’d probably climax as soon as he entered her.

Malachi gripped her hip bones in his hands to hold her firm. He shifted, letting his stance force her feet farther apart until they were both spread-legged before Demon. She was both protected and utterly vulnerable, but too oversexed to care about the contrast.

“Subs are rarely asked to meet their Dom’s gaze, Selena.” Demon’s words wove a spell around her. “I’m a different sort of Dom. When I ask you to look in my eyes, I mean it. I want my submissives strong whether they are women or men. The stronger you are, the stronger I am. We rise or fall together. Do you understand?”

There was so much about this lifestyle choice that made no sense at all. What Demon described was different. She absolutely understood what he meant. How it would apply to her, she wasn’t sure. He seemed to be talking in terms that extended far beyond their one night agreement.

“Look at me, Selena.”

The intensity harbored in the black depths of his eyes affected her on a primal level. Everything in her body convulsed. She wanted to beg him to mount her.

The corner of his mouth tilted up in a smile that should never have been as seductive as it was. “I’m going to make you orgasm fast and hard with no foreplay.”

Oh. My. God
. Her body was already screaming
yes
even as her mind argued against the possibility.

“Do you understand?” His tone brooked no argument. “Keep your gaze on mine and do not look away. I want to see your climax in your eyes.”

She tried to exhale, and the breath stuck. Her gaze was locked on his, on the fulfillment she saw there. Her whole body was focused on that, on him, on the powerful promise he’d given.

His right hand slid through the dewy hair shielding her mound. Her lips parted when he pushed two fingers into the heat of her slit. She was wet, impossibly so. He followed the contour of her swollen pussy until he reached the aching entrance to her body. She shifted without even realizing it, allowing him to penetrate her with those two fingers.

She cried out, unable to keep silent any longer. He curled his fingers deep inside, the length of them pressing into the thick muscle of her vagina. A violent tremor made her knees collapse. Malachi held her tight against his warmth, and she gave her body weight over to his strength.

“Come for me, Selena.” Demon pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit and flexed his hand.

She exploded into orgasm. Her nerves spiked with adrenaline and lust as sensation fired through all channels. Her belly clenched tight, her pussy bearing down on Demon’s hand as she continued to come. Had his dark gaze not held her, she would have closed her eyes and given in completely to the insanity devouring her whole.

I never want this to stop. Never.

Chapter Fifteen

Malachi cradled Selena close to his chest and carried her to the monstrous bed. The piece of furniture hadn’t really been designed for sleep, but it was a soft horizontal surface, and the princess in his arms needed a place to rest up.

Demon had draped actual blankets over the PVC-covered mattress to make it more inviting. Malachi gently laid Selena near the middle before climbing up behind her.

“I won’t be gone long.” Demon flung a throw over Malachi’s and Selena’s naked bodies.

Malachi grunted as he tucked Selena’s slender body into the curve of his. “I wish you wouldn’t leave at all.”

“Pretty sure the three of us are going to need food and drink if we’re going to make it all night.”

“What about her cousin?” Malachi didn’t want to think about the barriers standing between him and what he wanted, but it was Selena’s family, after all.

“I told him we would make sure she got home safe, wherever she decided to go.”

“And if she decides to never leave?”

Demon snorted. “I’m fairly certain Seraph would not be happy should she discover how we’d decided to use the training room. I think I’d rather find another place to keep Selena.”

“Where the hell is Seraph anyway?” Underestimating the bitch was more dangerous than pissing her off.

“She didn’t say anything to you?”

Malachi wished he could see Demon’s face. His partner’s tone of voice was deceptively neutral. Never a good sign. “No, she came to my office this afternoon bragging about some new enterprise she’s started. A dating service or something.”

“Did she give you details?”

Malachi lifted his head, deciding it was worth sacrificing comfort to gauge Demon’s expression. “I didn’t want details. I don’t want to know what the sick bitch is up to. She left a file on my desk that I’m refusing to read based on principle.”

“She’s in New York until day after tomorrow. I’m not entirely sure why.” Demon leaned against the bedpost, looking contemplative.

It wasn’t very often Demon got that sort of expression on his face. He went through life with a detached sense of confidence, as if nothing ever affected him. Now he looked almost pensive.

“What’s going on?” Malachi asked quietly.

“I’m not sure, and I’m not going to say anything until I’m one hundred percent certain I know the right way to proceed.”

Malachi settled back down against Selena. “Always cautious.”

“Always alive.”

DEMON COULD SMELL her on his hands. Sinking his fingers into her pussy and making her come had touched him far more deeply than he’d expected. The potential between the three of them went beyond the norm. Selena wasn’t a toy.

He had initially thought the only purpose in using her in their love play was to help Malachi put his past to rest. That wasn’t going to happen with Selena. She was far too precious to fuck and send on her way. Demon wanted to keep her, for good.

Malachi’s office was quiet when Demon unlocked it and stepped inside. The noise from the club, still in full swing, was muted by the old stone walls. The file was sitting exactly where Malachi had said it would be.

Demon picked up the slim folder as if it contained a bomb. Suspicions were one thing, even with Lars poking around. If this proved Demon’s misgivings true, fate would have given him a clear signal that his waiting had come to an end.

He sank into Malachi’s posh chair and angled it so his back was in the corner and his face to the door. A disc slipped out of the folder and landed on the desktop. Demon let it lay there for a moment while he cracked the file open.

There was nothing inside but a list of locations. To anyone but him it might have been gibberish. Demon’s gut twisted as he gazed at the ports of call that had been the major hubs of his uncle’s smuggling operation. Worse, they’d all been waypoints in the sex trade.

He thought about the last time he’d seen his uncle. It was a day much like any other until Demon had been caught with a list of names and locations he had intended to give to the authorities. He’d never liked pressuring the men and women who worked in his uncle’s gambling dens. It was then that he’d developed the innate power that was the essence of his dominant nature. He didn’t like to bully with physicality. It was far better to use subtle manipulation.

Still, the moment he’d discovered his uncle had branched out into acquiring young women from outlying provinces in both China and India in order to sell them into the sex trade, Demon’s path had been clear. He would not be party to something like that. Not then, and certainly not now.

He stood up and set the file carefully back on the desk exactly how it’d been. Reaching for another disc Malachi had carelessly laid aside, Demon switched Malachi’s disc for Seraph’s. He slipped the case into his waistband in the small of his back. He didn’t have to look at the disc to guess what was on it. The players in the game had already told him everything he needed to know.

* * * *

Selena woke slowly to the sensation of being petted like a spoiled kitten. She kept her eyes closed as she adjusted to her surroundings. Despite the fact that she was in what amounted to a strange bed in an even stranger situation, she’d never felt so warm and secure. It was as if all her petty worries and jealousies had disappeared entirely. It didn’t matter that her perfect marriage had been a lie. Or that her mother seemed determined to force Selena into the family mold. Whatever was happening between her and these two powerful men was all she cared about.

“Wake up, sweetheart.” Malachi’s hand stroked over her ribs and cupped her left breast.

“What if I refuse?” She wasn’t really the biddable type. If that’s what they wanted, they’d best get another girl.

His low chuckle made her belly clench with need. “I suppose I could spank you.”

Selena opened her eyes because she couldn’t stand not seeing his gorgeous face one second longer. They appeared to be alone in the room. Malachi lay on his side next to her, his weight propped on one elbow as he stared down into her face. It was a little overwhelming in a delicious way. She swallowed the lump that seemed determined to lodge itself in her throat. “I probably shouldn’t tell you that your threat is more of a turn-on than a deterrent.”

He threw his head back and laughed. She caught her breath at the sight. His silky hair was sleep-tousled. She reached up and gently brushed it back from his face. She barely knew this man. How the hell could she feel so comfortable with him?

Catching her hand, he pressed his lips to her palm. “I love your sassiness.”

“I thought I was supposed to be obedient.”

He threaded their fingers together and held them up as if he were admiring the sight. “A lot of people who either live or play in the BDSM world believe a sub should be like a slave. They’re forever doling out punishments and rewards. Kind of like perpetually training a dog.”

Her heart seized, rebelling at the idea of living life like that. No matter the sexual benefits. “Sounds awful.”

“It is.” Something unspeakably dark touched his features. “Which is why Demon and I feel so strongly that it’s about the relationship more than the protocol.” Malachi’s expression grew soft as he gazed down at her. “We all have personalities. That’s life. We either mesh or we don’t. We argue and bicker and sometimes we fight, but our personalities dictate how it happens.”

“I can’t picture you being submissive to anyone.”

“I’m not submissive to just anyone, Selena. Half of the Doms that come to Triptych have tried to bend me to their will. It’s in their nature.”

“So how can it work?”

“You’ve met Demon, and you’ve felt his aura. I know you have because I’ve watched you react to it. When it comes to him, he has the same effect on me that he does on you.”

She was still having a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that Malachi
wanted
to submit. “Wouldn’t it seem smarter to just avoid people like him then?”

“After meeting Demon and being a part of this, would you want to walk away and never look back?”

Her mind was saying
of course
, but every other fiber of her being was screaming
no!
She’d barely scratched the surface of a man who had the ability to make her feel the most intense pleasure of her life. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted to learn him, enjoy him, and make him crack a smile. Hell, for the first time in her life she knew what it was like to want someone else’s happiness and fulfillment above her own.

“Didn’t think so.” Malachi grinned and lowered his head to brush a kiss across her lips.

She wanted to touch him. Not just feel his body snuggled alongside hers, but touch him. Feeling bold, she ran her fingers over the lips that had just kissed hers. There was a faint electrical hum beneath the contact. As if there was a connection between them that defied logic. She wondered if that extra
something
was what made it seem like she’d known him forever instead of just days.

“Nobody will ever ask you to give up who you are, Selena.”

He plucked at her nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it hardened. The thrill was incredible. It was as if he’d discovered a direct line from her tit to her pussy. Each tug on her nipple sent a zing of warmth to her crotch. Her clit pulsed with awareness. He switched breasts, giving the other one the same expert attention. Tugging, pinching, twisting to a point where pleasure melted into pain and an agonizing awareness of her need.

His hand left her breast and traveled down her abdomen before pausing on her mound. “The goal is for your unique personality to enhance this.”

Unable to quell her reaction, she thrust her hips in an effort to entice him to slide his hand lower.

“You’re a wanton little thing, aren’t you?” Malachi’s murmur made her even hotter. He let his hand cup her pussy, but went no further. “I have my limits. I want you so bad I can taste it. I want to spread your legs and bury my cock in your tight cunt, but that’s not my call to make.”

Instead of making her angry or disappointed, his words inflamed some strange want she’d never felt before. Malachi was waiting for Demon, for their Dom to enter the room and decide how they could best pleasure each other and him. She’d never once thought exhibitionism would be her thing. Right then, the idea of Demon orchestrating what would surely be the best sex of her life sounded like a taste of heaven.

“However.” Malachi’s fingers spread her pussy lips and made her moan. “While the cat is away, the mice will play.”

He probed her sleek wetness. She inhaled sharply and squirmed as he passed close to her clit while obviously avoiding it. He drew tiny circles around it, closer and closer without giving her the touch she needed to come undone.

“You’re not going to come just yet, Selena.” Malachi’s gaze held her utterly at his mercy. “Not until Demon is here. I won’t deny him that.”

“What if I can’t stop?”

“Maybe I’d better teach you how.”

Intrigued, she plowed through the lusty haze in her brain and latched on to the idea. “That’s possible?”