Free Mortal Temptations by Allyson James

you.”
    “Good.”
    Her pussy was hot and full. She started to reach for him but was pulled up short by the silk tethers and made a noise of frustration.
    Did Nico take pity on her and loosen her hands? No, he kept pleasuring her with his feathers, never touching her with his hands.
    “I’m going to come,” she cried. “I want your mouth on me. Please.”
    “Are you sure?” Nico the torturer asked.
    “Yes. Please. ”
    He smiled, his feathers still rubbing her, tickling, teasing. Just when she thought it would be too late, he leaned straight down and fastened his mouth over her. He sucked on her nub, nibbled and teased, then delved his tongue straight inside her.
    Patricia jerked at her bonds, feet going crazy on the bed. She came and came, pressing her pussy to his wonderful mouth, crying out as his tongue tantalized and rubbed and sucked.
    Patricia writhed one last time, Nico holding her hips in his strong hands while he lapped her.
    “Thank you,” she gasped, then she crashed down onto the bed, the waves of her climax rolling over her.
    Nico laughed again, his voice so dark. He rose, his hair tangled, his eyes burning with a strange light. He wasn’t human—the bed filled with feathers was evidence—and the fire in him was different. Powerful, heady, dangerous. It was like touching lightning.
    “You’re beautiful, Patricia,” he murmured. “You taste like ambrosia.”
    “Thank you,” she whispered again. Or thought she did. Oblivion hit her within moments of her climax, and she fell into the hardest aftersex sleep she’d ever experienced.
    When she woke again, her hands had been untied and a sheet pulled over her body. The shower pattered quietly in the bathroom, and a bedside lamp cast a small circle of light over the bed.
    Andreas was leaning against the bedpost at the foot, smiling at her.

7
    YOU look happy,” Andreas said.
    Patricia gasped and tugged the sheet to her chin. “What are you doing here?”
    “I live here. This is my bed.” He lounged even more negligently, his light blue eyes tracing the outline of the sheet.
    “What time is it?” she asked.
    “About four. Club’s just closing.”
    “Oh, shit. I need to get home.” Patricia started to sit up, then clutched the sheet closer, remembering she was naked beneath.
    “I’m sure Nico would be delighted if you stayed,” Andreas said.
    “What about you? Would you be delighted?”
    “Oh, yes.” His look turned predatory. “I think I would.”
    “I was joking.”
    “I’m not.”
    She studied his hard body in jeans and a T-shirt, the Andre’s logo stark on his chest. The paw print meant him, she realized. His leopardness.
    “You’ll want your bed,” she began, hoping he’d take the hint and leave so she could get dressed.
    “Not necessarily. There’s another bedroom upstairs, in case we need it.”
    She looked at him in surprise. “Do you and Nico usually sleep in here together?”
    “Sure.” He shrugged massive shoulders. “Why not? It’s a big bed.”
    The thought of the two of them curled up, large, muscular bodies filling the bed, made her mouth dry.
    “Nothing. It’s just that . . .”
    “I’ve been hanging around with Nico for over two thousand years. There’s been plenty of times we had to sleep together for warmth and protection. Not that we hit the sack at the same time every night. There’s always something to do.”
    “Inscriptions to find. Dyons to fight.”
    “Something like that.”
    Patricia drew her knees to her chest and circled her arms around them. “Why do you think this particular inscription will help you?”
    Andreas’s eyes went bleak, as though he were trying not to hope. “Because there are hieroglyphs on there that might refer to Nico and me. I’m willing to have this Egyptologist you find translate it and find out.”
    “It’s worth a shot, you mean.”
    He nodded, his white black hair catching in the lamplight. “It may be nothing. We’ve had false hopes before.”
    She