Boston Avant-Garde 5: Bellicoso (19 page)

Malachi was a beautiful man with bold features and a smile that made her want to commit decadent sins. Demon was different. His was an understated sensuality. Deep-set dark eyes, elegantly arched brows, and a perfectly straight nose rendered his face into that of an ancient deity.

His full lips barely moved when he spoke. “What do you see, little one?”

Selena swallowed, the desire to taste his mouth so strong she felt it clear to her toes. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do,” he chided.

“Your strength.” The words came suddenly, and she let them tumble out lest she forget them beneath the intensity of his gaze. “And your kindness.” She looked deeper, discovering warmth and passion in such volume that it beggared her ability to describe it. This man would never go back on his word, would never hurt or harm or belittle or act out in rage. Just like that, she knew what it was she saw. “I see your pain.”

Two tiny lines bracketed the sides of his mouth as his lips thinned. Her gut tightened, but not out of fear. She wanted so badly to soothe him. He’d been strong for Malachi, for Allie, and now for her. It was time for someone to offer him solace.

What good am I for that? I’m nothing but a spoiled princess. I can’t even imagine the things he’s seen.

But she wanted to try.

She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the rippling contours of his torso.

He stiffened for the span of two breaths before cuddling her close. “Ah, Selena. You undo me.”

This was a powerful, enigmatic man, and she clung to him like a little monkey. If it hadn’t felt so right, she might have giggled.

“Malachi told me a little of your past, Selena. Can you explain some points for me?”

She might have sat bolt upright in shock, except his arms pinned her to his chest.

“No. I find I like you just like this. In fact I’d keep you here permanently if I didn’t think Malachi would take issue with it.” He gathered her hair into one long mass. “Now, back to my question.”

She paused to gather her thoughts, marveling at the fact that Demon seemed in no hurry for her answer. There wasn’t any pressure, just a gentle expectation that she discovered she didn’t really mind. “I don’t know how Malachi knows anything about me, other than what happened that night in the street. I’d never really met him until three days ago.”

“The clubs in this area, especially those with specialized services, communicate frequently. There’s a certain degree of solidarity, especially when it concerns banning specific people for their behavior. It’s a form of checks and balances used when dealing with the upper echelons of Boston’s elite.”

“Jackson,” Selena guessed. “My ex. He was banned, wasn’t he?”

“Yes. After managing to piss off the extremely influential owners of a club called Asylum. Though I suspect you could put that much together in your head.”

She let that sink in for several moments, noting absently that it was impossible to tell what time it was inside the training room despite the windows. The passing of each hour was heralded by the same pale shade of gray visible through the stained glass, but the room that had once seemed cold and sterile had become a haven.

Because of the men I’ve been sharing it with.

“Two nights before you saw us out back, I went to Asylum to find Jackson. He and I were still married.” She inhaled a ragged breath and tried to compose herself. Her lovers had described horrors she couldn’t even imagine. How could she still place such a value on her petty problems? “I just wanted to know what Suri had that I didn’t.”

“Suri?” She could feel his frown, though she couldn’t see it. “You mean Dante and Jericho’s woman?”

“Yes. The dancer. Jackson tried to screw her at our wedding reception. I just wanted to know what made her so special.” Her face grew hot as she recalled Suri’s speech about men and trust.

“And what did you discover?”

“A woman who had two men devoted to her. Two gorgeous, sexy men willing to do anything to make her happy, even if it meant helping me.”

Demon stirred beneath her. “I’m a possessive man, little one, as is Malachi.” His words carried a knife-edge. “Hearing you describe those two as both gorgeous and sexy makes me feel less than friendly toward them.”

Possessive? They were possessive of her? Selena was ridiculously thrilled by the idea. “I hadn’t met the two of you yet.”

“And now?”

She licked her lips, feeling bold. Lifting her head just enough to stare into his face, she wriggled in his arms until she could reach his mouth for a chaste kiss. “I can’t imagine applying the words ‘gorgeous’ or ‘sexy’ to anyone but you or Malachi.”

Even a simple kiss with Demon was like lighting herself on fire. Her intellect went up in smoke, every thought and emotion reduced to ash as her whole being focused on that tiny point of contact. He tasted spicy and exotic. Like sex layered with danger and then multiplied to a point past madness. She wanted more.

He cupped her face in his palms and gazed into her eyes. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“I got divorced that night,” she whispered. “Dante and Jericho contacted my lawyers and managed to blackmail Jackson into signing papers.”

“They set you free.”

“I wasn’t truly free until the moment I entered the Underground and met Malachi.” As soon as the words were out, she knew them for truth.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered.

“I want you inside me, making love to me.”

He groaned and crushed his mouth to hers. His kiss dominated her senses, and she willingly let him. His tongue swept inside her mouth to tease and torment. Every stroke coaxed her to join in, to mate her mouth with his in the primal dance that had her writhing with desire.

His hands found her ass and grabbed hold. When he squeezed her tightly, she moaned into his mouth. Her core was already so hot and wet. It was as if she were perpetually ready for her lover’s pleasure, to give and to receive in an endless exchange.

She let her hands stray to his chest, her fingers exploring each dip and groove of his incredible physique. He wasn’t unaffected. His groans told her how much he enjoyed her touch on his body, stoking the fever brewing between them.

The ridge of his cock grew harder beneath her bottom. It pressed, thick and swollen, against her pussy. She squirmed, every movement teasing the seam of her sex.

“Raise yourself onto your knees, little one,” Demon told her.

His endearment warmed her heart even as it inflamed her lust. She did as he asked, her knees shaky. His hand skated across her aroused flesh, and she gave a tiny cry.

“Is this what you want?” He rubbed his cock against her slick opening.

She looked into his eyes and was trapped by the power she found there. “Please.”

In one potent thrust he penetrated her sheath. It felt so good. She flexed her ass and ground against him. Her movements grew jerky and frantic until he suddenly sat up and crushed her to his chest.

“Be still, my precious one.”

Her whole body calmed, her breath exhaling in a rush that left her feeling almost boneless. He held her close, using one hand to guide her arms about his neck. Her legs wrapped automatically around his torso and anchored her in place with her sex splayed against his pelvis. Though she was on top, she was utterly beneath his control.

He brushed a light kiss against her lips. “Don’t fight me. Let your body move with mine.”

She sank into the contact, down upon his thick penis as he began to stroke her. His body motions were long and languid as he fucked her with slow intensity. She held on tight and let go of every thought in her head save the one that told her to obey.

He began to murmur in her ear—encouragements, praise, erotic details that made her burn with the need of him. Closer and closer he took her. She could see the edge before her as Malachi had described it. Every muscle was taut with expectation and arousal. Still she waited as Demon did, following his lead and going where he willed her.

Demon’s cock rubbed a delicious path through her pussy with every thrust. It caressed her depths when he angled his hips and pressed in. His fingers bit into the flesh of her ass cheeks. Her clit burned with the intense contact. Everything in her wanted to come undone, but still she waited.

“I can feel your body getting ready to orgasm,” he said. “Can you?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to climax?”

“Please!”

His eyes glittered with dark promises. “Then come for me, little one.”

It was as though her body had been waiting for his command. She melted into a heavy release that stole her breath and left her straining helplessly for more. She rocked against him, grateful when he helped her sustain the rippling tremors that left her stunned and weak.

She lost time for just a moment. The world receded, and there was nothing but the sensations washing her with their intensity. She clung to Demon with her legs clasped in the small of his back and her arms wound about his neck. The scent of sex and sweat was a euphoric mixture, and she pressed her face into his shoulder to draw it in.

She didn’t know how long he sat cradling her in his arms, murmuring softly and stroking her hair. His cock was still hard and heavy inside her. How could he stand it?

“You didn’t come,” she whispered.

He pulled back enough to stare into her face. “I came earlier.”

“We didn’t use a condom.” The thought was as startling as it was delicious. Having Demon inside her with no barrier thrilled her more than it should have.

“Another reason I didn’t come.” He smoothed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “We established that we’ve all been tested. I didn’t want to assume you were also on the pill.”

After hearing what had happened to Malachi, how Allie had been conceived against his will, Selena understood their stance on protection. It made sense. Besides, it was practical. They’d only met. This relationship was fine now, but surely there could be no real future in it. The two of them had enough problems without adding a needy society brat to their list.

“I am,” she said. “I mean I’m on birth control. I don’t actually take pills, but…” She realized she was rambling. “That doesn’t matter anyway.”

He flexed his hips, and a jolt of electric pleasure shot right through her. The wicked expression on his face told her he knew exactly what he was doing when he’d maintained his erection.

“Do you use condoms when you’re with Malachi?” As soon as the question was out, Selena wished she could reel it back in. It was as if she were suffering from a disease of the mouth.

Demon didn’t even try to hide the frank assessment in his gaze. “I’m not likely to get him pregnant, so not usually, no.”

The flush crept up her neck to her face before spreading across her chest. Why had she even asked? Worse, why did she feel left out? Demon and Malachi had been lovers for more than ten years. Ten years! They’d essentially raised a daughter together! Why
would
they use protection?

I’m nothing but a plaything brought in for a night of fun. That should be enough. What was I expecting?

That was the worst part. Selena didn’t know what she’d expected. How could she? She’d hardly figured this little arrangement would last beyond her getting to check an item off her bucket list.

Had two guys at once. Check!

“I told you. You may ask anything.” Demon grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “Just remember that sometimes you may not like the answers.”

Chapter Eighteen

Selena was starting to understand what Malachi had meant when he’d applied the word “vanilla” to her suggestion that they have sex. When she’d stepped into the training room earlier that night—or yesterday, actually—she would have been totally unable to comprehend what Malachi considered sex.

She’d had a total of seven sex partners before coming to Triptych, and four of them had been part of her “get over Jackson Wilhelm” campaign. An endeavor she was now struggling to remember the significance of. After all, did it really matter that the entire world knew she’d flung cake at a guy who’d cheated on her at their wedding reception? Would it not have been worse for the world to think of her as the girl who would let it go and sacrifice her self-respect in order to avoid a scene?

“That should do it.” Malachi’s shoulders bunched as he pulled down on the straps hanging from a beam in the center of the room.

Selena’s mouth went dry as she watched her two naked lovers put the finishing touches on what they’d called a “sex sling.” For starters, it was difficult to think with so much delectable male flesh hanging around. Literally, since every inch of what they had to offer was on display.

Demon in particular fascinated her to no end. She’d never seen an uncircumcised man before. She wanted a healthy dose of time to explore every sensitive inch of his generous cock.

So much for that stereotype about Asian men.

“She’s staring at your dick again.” Malachi nudged Demon. “I’m starting to get a little jealous.”

Selena barely stifled a snort. As if he had any room for jealousy. Malachi could have made a mint selling a mold of his impressive equipment to a sex toy company.

Except I don’t like the idea of so many women fucking him, even if it’s pretend.

“Truthfully I could stand here all day and watch her expressions,” Demon told Malachi. “But I think I’d rather see their spectrum while your cock is buried in her pussy.”

Her pussy must have agreed, because it went from slightly achy and a little sore from its recent exercise to swollen and needy. She flexed her ass and clenched her inner muscles, shocked at how completely aware she was of every inch of her body.

Demon crooked his finger and playfully beckoned her over. “Am I going to have to negotiate this the same way I had to convince you to try giving oral?”

Was he kidding? She didn’t have to be asked twice. She padded across the cold stone and stood between them, her gaze aimed at the floor lest she reveal just how eager she was for this adventure.

“Lift her up, Malachi. I’ll slide the straps into place.”

Demon gripped the harness and managed to produce what she hoped were the correct holes for her legs though she couldn’t imagine how it was possible to tell. Malachi lifted her effortlessly off the floor and helped slide her into the sling. She pointed her toes and let her thighs settle into the harness. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It just felt incredibly odd to be hanging off the floor with her pussy spread wide open.