What Happens in Vegas...After Dark (2 page)

Damn, was I ever.

I was also seeing two fingers weren’t nearly enough for my dripping-wet core and famished body.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, I jerked his mouth from mine. “I want your dick in me.”

His eyes glittered with primal demand. “Get it there.”

Typically, I loathed taking orders from any man, be they human, demon or otherwise.

Since I planned to stick around awhile and since, going by the quaking in my pussy, I actually liked taking orders from Ryan, I obeyed.

Employing a fraction of superhuman strength, I pulled his fingers from my sex, planted my hands on his chest, and bore him back on the stairs. With my knees straddling his muscular legs on the step below the one his ass occupied, I jerked open his fly.

Questions came into his eyes—probably wonder over how a woman half his size could move him about so damned easily. I stole those questions from his mind by filling it with thoughts of al the ways he wanted to do me.

When arousal held him in its grasp, I could see into his head as clearly as if he was one of my familiars. The low-level demons who took the shape of animals and saw to my every beck and cal would never be entertaining thoughts of my sucking their cock, though. Ryan was.

I was tempted to relent to the vision as I dragged his jeans and underwear down his thighs and a sizeable purple-headed erection jutted out. But I was even more tempted to climb back up his legs and slide onto his cock.

As a succubus it wounded my pride to admit, but I hadn’t fucked a guy in months. My father—might as well call him my boss since he was Prince of the northern stretches of Hel and all who lived within answered to him—had kept me busy with training the younger succubi in the ways of their fledgling powers.

Taking my dry spell out on Ryan, I tugged aside the crotch of my panties and dove onto his prone body. His cock impaled me on the downslide and tears of ecstasy darted into my eyes with the exquisite pressure the move ignited in my core.

“It’s been way too long,” I panted as I pushed the T-shirt up his body. The shirt fell back down again, obstructing my view of his stunningly sculpted torso. Damn, that just ticked me off. I took care of it, though, by fisting the shirt in my hands, releasing the tips of my claws, and shredding it off his body.

Ah, much better.

His body went still beneath mine. I jerked my gaze to his eyes to find questions back in them. Couldn’t have that. Using my powers to get his mind back on thoughts of sex, I repeated my last words, “It’s been way too long.”

The questions left his eyes again as wicked heat sizzled into them. His hands slid to my ass. Strong fingers cupped my butt and spread my cheeks as he lifted me up his cock and pushed me forcefully back down again on a groan. “Damn, are you tight.”

An extrasnug pussy was just one of many benefits of being a demon. The ability to be in two places at once was another.

I unleashed my second self, surfacing her on the staircase above his head. Fervency shone in her cool blue eyes. Pink flushed her cheeks and neck. The huge breasts I’d always adored peeked from beneath the black tank top to slap against the air with each thrust of Ryan’s erection inside me.

Before he could see her and think he’d lost all touch with sanity, I ordered, “Close your eyes and I promise it’ll get even better.”

Like the good little submissive I knew he would never be without my influence, he snapped his eyes shut. I appreciated the view of his taut features, rock-solid chest, and the slide of his eager dick inside me for a handful of seconds. Then I pried his hands from my butt and handed them over to my second self.

With a keen smile, she grabbed hold of his wrists. She corded the lower half of her waist-length hair around each, binding them with the unbreakable red strands and securing them above his head. And I shuddered around his shaft with the reckless need to feed.

Not wanting to drain his energy completely this first time, I took a small portion of his strength from his cock and a bigger portion from his jugular. Sweeping the tips of my throbbing nipples against the solid wall of his chest, I lashed my tongue across the tightly strung vein in his neck. It corded further with that lick. My heart and tongue pulsed in synchronized anticipation. Elongating my canine teeth into needle-sharp points, I sank them into his neck.

Ryan bowed up on the stairs, driving his cock even deeper inside my soaking body.

“Holy Christ!”

He sounded more pained than I wanted him just now, so I hit him with a shot of mental seduction. His hips kept up their wild bucking and he struggled against the bindings of my second self ’s hair, but the look on his face quickly became raw and endless pleasure.

“That’s awesome,” he moaned as I rode his cock and sucked his blood, and felt orgasm pooling thick and hungry in my core.

I drank greedily until the pumping of his hips slowed and the struggle to free his arms quit, tel ing me I’d taken as much blood as I dared. I saved a last mouthful as I sealed the small twin wounds with the damp swipe of my tongue.

Bringing my lips to his, I applied pressure until his parted and then fed him the sweet nectar of his life force. His tongue resisted, pushing back against mine. Then it melted, going soft and pliable, feeding needfully. The bucking of his cock resurged, the fight to free his hands renewed.

Feeling strong for the blood, I slipped a finger between our bodies and stroked my clit in time with the contracting of my vaginal muscles. I felt strong for Ryan’s orgasm then, too, as climax ripped through me as a fiercely shuddering wave and he roared with his own as he pumped hot and silky fluid into my passage.

I didn’t need time to recharge. My breath was coming fast, but it was mostly for show at this point. Stil , I let him have ten seconds to bask in what I knew was the best orgasm of his life before I withdrew my second self and, in doing so, freed his arms.

“So, do I get the job?” I asked in a practiced Southern drawl as I lifted from his lap to stand on the bottom step.

His eyes opened to reveal murky deep green touched with confusion. I dipped a finger into the juices trickling down my thighs, and then sucked the shimmering tip between my lips on a throaty sigh.

His breath caught. His softening cock jerked. The confusion left his eyes and he hit me with an exultant grin. “Welcome home.”

I laughed. “I’m already loving it.”

I could see myself loving Ryan, too. Right to death.

I don’t know what it was about Deitre, but she removed the nasty shit that had been lurking in my head for months and replaced it with a single-minded need to fuck her.

Speaking of fuck…How the fuck had I forgotten about a condom?

Only, I knew that answer. It had everything to do with her open-legged stance on the bottom step and the way her glistening pussy plumped out from the tugged-aside crotch of her panties. Even more to do with the teasing glint in her eyes as she dipped her finger back into the stream of fluid dribbling along her naked inner thighs.

From the second she opened my door, she had me aching for her. And I ached again now, with the want to lean forward and lap at her cream-coated finger.

But, hell, I had to focus. At least, enough to note our oversight. “There’s a problem.”

“What’s the matter, bad boy?” She punctuated the question by rubbing her creamy finger over the peak of an erect, dusky-pink nipple.

I groaned while my shaft pulsed to near hardness again, like it hadn’t just released the most mind-consuming climax of my life.

Strange how completely that orgasm had gotten to me, considering I’d never been all that turned on by dominant lovers. Deitre had let me have the lead for a handful of on-again, off-again seconds. All in all, though, there was no mistaking she liked to be the one in control.

She was in control even now, playing my body like a machine attuned to her every move as her fingers darted down again to trail through our cum.

In search of reprieve, I stared into the living room beyond her. “I lost my head.”

She let go a rich, thick laugh dripping with Southern seduction. “I’d say.”

Fighting the sensual echo, I sent a pointed glance at my shiny, bare dick. “We didn’t use a condom.”

A touch of the taunting heat left her eyes, but just a touch. “Not a problem. I can’t get pregnant and I’m not carrying any diseases.”

Thank God for that. “Yeah, I’m clean, too.”

The thing was I did want kids. The desire had grown considerably the last few months, with spending time around my brother and his fiancée and seeing the obvious love between them. But I couldn’t settle down and start a family until I got the issues in my head cleared up, permanently. And I wouldn’t start one with some random chick I’d barely known fifteen minutes.

Even so, Deitre’s comment intrigued me. “Are you sterile?”

“Something like that.” The teasing left her eyes entirely. With a sober look, she moved off the bottom step onto the tan carpet, pulling her tank top down over her breasts in the process.

Obviously, I’d hit on a topic she didn’t like to discuss. Duly noted. As was the fact that I could sink into her whenever the urge hit and not have to worry about protection.

Assuming she planned to sleep with me again.

It was a question to ask later. Twenty-four hours on at the firehouse had apparently just caught up with me in a huge way. Much as I hated to leave her to get herself moved in, I felt like if I didn’t get to my bed in about thirty seconds, I was going to pass out on the stairs.

Concern came into Deitre’s eyes. She tipped her head to the side, sending the length of her thick red locks cascading over her left shoulder and breast. “You okay? You’re looking a little on the pale side.”

Not surprising, since I was feeling a little on the pukey side.

Standing with supreme effort, I grabbed my jeans and briefs, but didn’t waste the strength to pull them on. “Just tired.” I braced my hand against the stairwel wall as a wave of dizziness struck. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Right. I heard you guys went up against a major blaze this morning.”

I momentarily forgot about my health with the response. Did she keep that close of an eye on the news, or how had she already heard about this morning’s apartment fire?

“Where did you hear that?”

“Same place I found out you needed a housemate. At the firehouse.”

“Were you visiting someone?”

“Yeah.” The teasing smile resurfaced. “My new coworkers.”

Damn, I never saw that coming. I could guess, by her incredible strength and the lean, hard lines of her body, she wasn’t hired on as a dispatcher, either.

I forced a smile of my own to let her know how pleased I was with the revelation. “In that case, welcome home and onto Ladder 19.”

Now could she use some of her incredible strength to drag my exhausted ass up the stairs to my bed?

After I’d slept the better part of the day, we’d spent the night of Deitre’s arrival chatting and getting busy. The next afternoon I was on for twenty-four hours again at the firehouse. I learned shortly before I left for work that she was on the same schedule. A good thing after seeing what a prime addition she made to the crew. A couple of the guys had made it their personal mission to heckle her for being the only female in the house.

All it took was Deitre dropping them on their ass to prove she had the physical strength to do the job as efficiently as any man.

Of course, our shared schedule wasn’t such a good thing when it meant every hour we weren’t either on the clock or sleeping, she was sending me fuck-me eyes I had zero tolerance to resist.

This morning I’d headed out before she woke, leaving a note to say I was spending the day at my brother’s place outside the city. Probably, I should have invited her along. But then, probably that would have been defeating the purpose of getting the hell away from her.

Sex with Deitre was amazing to the point every orgasm seemed like an honest-to-God spiritual experience. But every orgasm also left me drained.

Despite sleeping a ful eight hours last night, I felt weary now as I bypassed the rambling, three-story Victorian estate house Jack had bought for his fiancée, Carinna, to turn into a bed-and-breakfast. The transformation process was complete on over half the house and, judging by the number of cars occupying the back lot, business was good.

Smiling to know Carinna’s dream had come to fruition, I continued past a row of trees to the sizeable pole barn they camouflaged. The door was open a couple inches and low music pealed out. The music registered as a tribute song from the eighties as I cleared the door. Jack sat on a workbench a dozen feet away, lovingly working a rag over the chrome bumper of a nearly restored turquoise-and-white Chevrolet Bel Air.

And I do mean lovingly. Since the time we were kids, my brother had a serious chrome fetish. “Betcha got a woody just rubbing her.”

He shot me a guilty grin from beneath a black mustache as I joined him at the front of the car. “Don’t tell Carinna.”

“Like you haven’t had her up against the hood a dozen times already.”

Not bothering to deny it, Jack grabbed a rag from a pack near his foot and tossed it my way. “I didn’t expect to see you until Wednesday.”

Since Jack and Carinna had moved out of the city, we’d changed our once-weekly Wednesday poker nights to bimonthly. Generally, I didn’t get out this way on off days.

Generally, I didn’t have a she-devil acting like she would happily forgo both lunch and dinner to eat my cock, either.

Shrugging, I squatted on the other side of the bumper and went to work on cleaning the over fifty-year-old part. “I had the day off and wanted to get out of the house.”

“Just admit it. You miss me.”

“I do. Sometimes.” Jack had been my coworker at the firehall for nearly a decade and a father figure for far longer. Afraid of dying on the job and leaving a family behind, the way our father had, he’d quit the crew to help Carinna around the B and B while working his way toward owning a classic car restoration garage. “But actually I wanted some time off from Deitre.”