Free The Demon's Seduction by Lisa Alder Page B

Watched Leraye bend Thalia over a saddle in the stables and fuck her like a stallion. Watched them roll in the loamy earth of the herb garden, releasing the scent of crushed basil and mint as they laughed like loons. Watched them on the dining table as Thalia decorated Leraye's cock with chocolate sauce and licked him clean. Watched them as they fornicated their way around the castle.
    He hadn’t been able to stop.
    Each time he saw them together his heart gave a little jolt. He wasn’t jealous. He was almost positive he felt disgust. Yes, disgust for their insatiable lust.
    Just because he hadn’t felt that kind of lust except for when he’d watched Thalia fuck herself, or when he’d kissed--
    So what if he'd been unable to maintain an erection. So what if he'd been unable to fuck anyone else.
    He was under a lot of pressure. The castle needed as many human/Demon mating pairs as possible. That was it.
    Thalia pressed a kiss to Leraye’s heavily muscled back. Leraye flexed his deltoids as he fisted his hands against the rough stone walls. Zepar couldn’t see her hands from here, but he knew she pumped Leraye’s cock slowly from the way her arms moved.
    The sheer beauty of Leraye’s body took away Zepar’s breath.
    Broad shoulders, thick muscled neck, even the curve of his head held power and beauty. His body possessed the ability to bestow pleasure or pain. Or both.
    With each movement of her hands, Leraye’s hips shifted toward the wall.
    Thalia had spread her legs further apart and pressed her pelvis against Leraye’s ass. Her buttocks moved with Leraye’s.
    The contrast of Leraye’s darker, battle hardened body and Thalia's softer more feminine curves caused attraction swell within Zepar. Their sensual dance was a visual, erotic feast for his weary soul. And miraculously his cock surged to life. Zepar found himself echoing their erotic rhythm as he rubbed his own cock in time to their thrusts.
    Zepar could see her whisper in Leraye’s ear but he couldn’t hear her words. The heavy sound of their breathing in the near silent dungeon chamber drowned out whatever she said to him.
    “Do it.” Leraye ground out.
    Zepar was mesmerized by the flex and play of Leraye’s muscles and the sight of her long slender finger. She’d lubricated the digit and now ringed the rosette in Leraye’s ass with her right hand even as she continued to work his cock with her left.
    Tentatively, Thalia pushed her finger part way into Leraye’s ass. Zepar wanted to stop her, take over from her awkward moves and show her the proper way to breach that place of pleasure.
    “Harder.” Leraye grunted.
    Thalia shoved her finger in all the way.
    Leraye groaned. “More.”
    Without hesitation, she plundered his ass, working three fingers into him. The sleek lines of her arms were highlighted by the sliver of moonlight.
    Thalia’s breath heaved in and out of her lungs, as she rocked her body in time to the dual assaults on Leraye.
    Zepar loosened his breeches and he worked his erection while Thalia worked Leraye’s. He clenched his own ass with each purposeful invasion of her fingers. Each time he thrust his hips a powerful shame rose within Zepar.
    And yet, he couldn’t look away.
    The power in the interaction was immense.
    The mingled scent of Leraye and Thalia perfumed the air and the temptation to join them nearly brought him to his knees. The phantom lover caught in the shadows. Unable to admit that he wanted to engage with them, yet equally unable to stop watching.
    As Thalia worked Leraye’s body, Zepar saw the love between them. The gentle kisses she placed along the curve of Leraye’s spine. The way Leraye turned his head to gaze into Thalia’s eyes. Their connection was almost palpable in the steamy, confined air.
    How could he have doubted them? And why was he so jealous?
    With a muffled shout, Leraye erupted and spewed cum over the prison cell walls.
    He watched the two kiss, as their lips met in a gentle, affectionate