Rachel’s lust for him rarely abated. She wondered, sometimes, how Lorelei could stand it, when she was created to feed on her prey’s lusts and his pleasures. If Rachel longed for him so badly, how much more would a succubus want?
She moaned with pleasure as Alex thrust into her, pushing back against him and needing more and more. She respected his struggle for self-control. Adored him for it. But she adored his lapses, too, and enjoyed them without complaint.
Her head swam with pleasure. She gave herself up to her lovers, and they reciprocated in kind. Alex became relentless, and she with him, spiraling further and further into shameless, intimate rutting until they found mutual release.
Rachel cried out. So did Lorelei, in much the same tones and much the same reaction. The angel’s hold on the flesh within her tightened and rode out his climax, mingling it with hers. As their voices fell to heavy breathing, Rachel’s mouth came down on Lorelei’s, drawing her into a long, deep kiss. She felt Alex relax on her back, still within her but momentarily spent, leaning in to catch his breath.
“I’m such a slut for you two,” Rachel murmured against Lorelei’s neck. She smiled, glad Alex had not left her yet and already looking forward to having them-and being had-again soon.
“Mutual,” said her man, kissing the nape of her neck. He read her mood. “You have to go?”
“I should,” Rachel nodded. “Monsters on the loose. You’ll both keep the party going for me?”
Lorelei glanced up at Alex and smiled. “I will defile him in your name, love.”
She let out a grunt of approval before she extricated herself from their embrace, slipping in a kiss for her man. “Don’t be in such a hurry to find a new job,” she smiled. “I’d rather you have more time for this.”
He sank down onto the bed, with Lorelei rolling over to drape herself along his body possessively. They watched the angel rise, shake herself and pull a fresh white dress from out of an armoire before sauntering through the balcony door. Then their home was quiet again.
“Thank you,” Lorelei murmured. “I may be the most needful of us, but sharing her with you is always beautiful. You’ve become a wonderful lover. You get better all the time.”
“I should hope so,” he smirked.
“I do not say this idly,” Lorelei pressed, caressing him with one lazy, affectionate hand. “You’ve learned to read your partners. Help them lower their defenses. You have confidence without arrogance. You know you are desirable, and you know why.”
His head turned in toward hers. He kissed her forehead, holding her closer. “And the fact that you do not try to downplay this with a self-deprecating remark tells me you know I’m right,” Lorelei smiled.
“Older and wiser, huh?” Alex asked.
“Yes,” Lorelei nodded. “Show me.”
Chapter Ten: It’s Cheaper than Therapy
Alex awoke to the stroke of an affectionate hand across his chest. He shifted and stretched, slowly opening his eyes to find Lorelei sitting beside him in a blue top and a short black skirt. Muted daylight pushed through the drapes. It had to be past eight at least. As usual, Rachel was already gone.
“What’s the plan?” he asked.
“I would look into certain matters regarding last night,” Lorelei answered. “It will be easier for me if I do so alone.”
“You’ve been thinking about this all night, huh?”
“Only since you drifted off to sleep. You and Rachel occupied my full attention before then.”
“You two are good now?”
“We’re fine. I am irritated by the situation, not her.” She paused. “Our original plan was to spend the entire day ravishing you. As she said, your birthday is over when we say it is. I hope you will allow for a rain check.”
“I haven’t been spoiled enough already?” he asked.
“Not remotely… master,” she added with a sultry wink.
He chuckled. “Well, you’ve been thinking all this through and I just woke up, so I guess I should trust your judgment. Is there something I could do to help?”
“Remember that you are hunted,” she told him. “I know better than to ask you to remain here, but a little paranoia is surely in order. Be wary. Think twice before speaking to strangers or putting yourself in a vulnerable spot. I would strongly suggest that you be home again before nightfall. This home is hidden and protected against those who attacked you.”
“Fair enough,” Alex nodded. “Getting kidnapped blows. Think it’ll be safe to go to my classes tomorrow?”
“I hope so. Our enemies have every reason to believe you are protected now. Last night couldn’t have helped their resources. And as always, the more public the setting, the less power any supernatural creature can employ. We creatures of the night prefer to act in the shadows for good reason.”
She stood and took her leather coat off the plush chair nearby. “Also, it would be good of you to play the host for our guests. None are up quite yet.”
Alex sat up and rubbed his eyes as she left. Getting out of their large bed, Alex rolled his shoulders, stretched to touch his toes and found everything in working order. He wandered to the bathroom, got the water running in the shower and looked groggily in the mirror. The young man staring back at him looked much the same as the one he’d seen there the morning before, though with a few new scrapes and bruises.
Mindful of his houseguests, Alex kept his shower short. Cleaned up and dressed in jeans and an old t-shirt, he roamed out into the living room and then the kitchen. With only one mortal in residence, the apartment’s larder was not exactly well-stocked. He rummaged through the refrigerator and cabinets for anything he might have to share.
“So I have to ask,” came a voice from behind him, “who keeps this place so tidy? Rachel doesn’t seem like the housecleaning type, but then neither does your other girlfriend.” Alex looked up over his shoulder to find Amber standing behind the counter in Lorelei’s black bathrobe. She looked perfectly awake.
“We only moved in here a couple weeks ago,” he shrugged, dropping a few apples into a bowl that he placed on the counter. “Haven’t settled into any sort of patterns yet, but yeah… Rachel’s kinda bad about cleaning up after herself,” he smiled. “It’s mostly me.”
“See, I figured anyone living in a place like this would hire a maid.”
“Yeah, we tried that already,” Alex confessed with a wince. It was too early in the morning to dodge or hide anything, particularly in his own home.
“Did that go poorly?”
“Nothing like last night. Just a bunch of awkwardness. You want anything to drink? I should warn you there’s no coffee. We’re bad Seattleites. But there’s a building concierge and they’ll bring up something from the coffee shop on the corner of the building if you want. Normally I feel like that’s way too one-percenter to even consider, but after last night I’ll totally make the exception for you.”
“Just water, thanks,” she said. “Are you not comfortable living the high life?”
“I’m still getting used to it,” he said as he grabbed a glass and poured. “Getting used to a lot of things, I guess. You’d think all the crazy supernatural bullshit would make all the little stuff like income gaps seem irrelevant, but it turns out life goes on. Even when people around you have wings.”
“I imagine,” Amber nodded.
“Is Jason up yet?”
“Yeah, but he went straight into the shower.”
Alex just nodded. “I owe you an apology. Jason didn’t tell you before last night because… well, he couldn’t, y’know?”
“Yeah. I’m good. I get it. No worries, at least as far as that goes. Jason gave me the low-down last night. Lorelei talked to me a little, too.”