She dimly remembered something about a two-against-one sort of strategy to this, but he must have just been trying to reassure them. Alex seemed able to occupy both of them at once just fine.
* * *
Rachel moved through the glass and drapes of the balcony door without a sound. She discovered a trail of rose petals leading across the apartment toward the bedroom. Scented candles provided soft illumination for their home. Without thinking about it at first, Rachel’s eyes glanced to the wine rack, spotted a particular empty slot, and took in a shaky breath.
Lorelei was going all-out tonight.
When it came to mortals, Rachel could see love and devotion as easily as an ordinary man or woman could see shapes or color. She felt every bit as much love from Alex in the throes of raw, dirty, bent-over-the-couch passion as she received from him in their most tender moments. Yet when it came to Lorelei, Rachel was just as dependent on faith and trust as mortals were with one another.
She knew Lorelei loved her. She knew that what they had was real and honest. She knew that she and Lorelei would be together millennia from now.
She also understood that what she “knew” about Lorelei was no more certain than what she “knew” about the Almighty. In the end, it was still faith.
Lorelei didn’t have to romance Rachel like this to make the angel feel loved or appreciated… and had to know that. She didn’t have to shower Rachel with all this girly stuff that the angel damn well adored despite her normally crass disposition. The effort meant even more because it was so unnecessary.
Any time now, Rachel knew, she would start feeling the shared sensations of their other lover’s hot shenanigans. Thinking would be hard. Between that and the attentions of a wicked seductress, Rachel knew she might very well be pleasured out of her mind. Her comment to Lawrence had been no idle boast.
She realized, standing there with a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom, just how vulnerable she was to Lorelei.
Sharp teeth brushed against her neck. Strong, taloned hands seized her from behind, grabbing her from under the arms and tugging her close. Rachel gasped as she was lifted off her feet.
The teeth at her neck quickly retracted into a deep, sucking kiss. Rachel gave in to it, moaning in appreciation. She felt Lorelei’s breasts at her back, their skin separated only by Rachel’s thin white dress and whatever Lorelei wore. The succubus smelled amazing as always, and felt as warm as ever. Rachel wanted to just give in, to go limp and surrender… but could not.
“I hope you have no plans to go anywhere tonight,” hissed the sinister voice of her lover in her ear. “I have no intentions of letting you leave.”
“No. No one will look for me tonight,” Rachel answered. Ordinarily she could abandon herself to this. It wasn’t as if Lorelei didn’t have her heating up already. Yet Rachel’s reply was about more than sex play.
Lorelei sensed it. She let Rachel back down to her feet but did not release her. She remained behind the angel. “You are troubled tonight,” Lorelei said at Rachel’s ear. Her tones still dripped with sensuality and power.
Rachel’s breath grew heavy. She nodded, feeling the talons that were once Lorelei’s fingernails trace up and down her arms and her sides. She felt the demon’s tail slip up and down her leg. It all felt so good. Rachel was far stronger than Lorelei; the succubus could indulge in the full range of rough play, but far more went into these dynamics than who could overpower who.
“Some secret shame, hm?” Lorelei whispered. Again, Rachel nodded. “Look at you. Dominion of a city. Slayer of demons. Yet here you are, longing for pleasures that would shame any other of your kind. Able to pitch me through the wall at your whim,” Lorelei said, her talons reaching around to trace down the angel’s throat, “but the moment you and I are alone, you’re reduced to this.”
One hand remained at her throat. The other slipped down her backside, over her ass and then up under the hem of her dress. Lorelei’s touch glided up along Rachel’s inner thigh until it came to the wet warmth between her legs. “Oh yes,” the demon murmured, “I think we know who holds the real power here.”
Rachel’s turmoil increased. Lorelei could get anything she wanted out of her. She knew that before she came back in here. There was love and trust between them, but also the deep love of what Lorelei could do for her, and to her… and how the demon could read her. Lorelei knew something troubled Rachel, and now here they were, captive and captor. No negotiation. No calm, reasonable conversation. Just this sudden test of trust between them. “Lorelei…”
“Yes, my love?” the demon murmured, straightening up to nibble at her ear. That hand remained between Rachel’s legs, toying with her. Rachel’s eyes fluttered with pleasure at her touch. “Do you have something to confess?”
Rachel’s mouth quivered. She wanted to tell Lorelei everything. Power games aside, this was the love of her life-Lorelei and Alex, and he had as much of a right to know as she did.
Then a wave of pleasure swelled up within them both as their absent partner sank onto a bed with his new playmates. That undercurrent had been there for the last minute or two, Rachel realized, but now she felt a phantom kiss grow deeper and hungrier from miles away. It left her that much weaker in Lorelei’s hands.
The succubus behind her let out a sultry note of approval. “Mmm. We’ve taught him well, haven’t we, Rachel?”
More sensations hit her. Lorelei continued to toy with her as Alex’s passions grew. He had two lovely women with him, whom he’d longed for since before Rachel had ever laid eyes on him. It felt beautiful and lustful and so very near.
The talons at her throat traced down to her chest, and then to the top of her dress. They began to tear through the fabric with ease. Rachel felt all the more defenseless for it. The remnants of the garment hung at her hips. She felt weaker, and hotter.
“As we were saying,” Lorelei said, “you have something to confess?”
“I know something,” Rachel whispered, trying to find her voice, “that you want to know.”
“Is this something new?”
“It’s about-“
Lorelei’s hand snapped back up to Rachel’s throat, closing around it with shocking speed but without pain. “I asked a yes or no question, love.”
Rachel gasped. A finger intruded within her, its touch highlighting Rachel’s arousal and Lorelei’s expert touch. The talon was gone completely, leaving nothing but soft and pleasing skin. Alex continued to enjoy the embrace of two others, sharing every sensation with Rachel whether she liked it or not-and she did like it, perhaps too much if she were honest with herself. It felt so good to put herself in Lorelei’s hands like this, too. “Mostly.”
The hand between her legs withdrew only long enough to give her a sharp swat on the ass. Rachel whimpered again. And then the fingers were back at the sensitive flesh of her sex. “Not a yes or no answer, but a fair one, I suppose,” the demon mused at Rachel’s ear. “Is this the same matter we discussed last night?”
“Yes,” Rachel breathed. As she expected, her straight answer was rewarded with greater pleasures. The finger in her sex continued to stroke her, but now Lorelei’s thumb gently teased Rachel’s clit. It wasn’t the first time Lorelei had played this game with one of her lovers in one capacity or another.
“Don’t we have that settled?” Lorelei taunted.
Dammit, she would have to ask a question like that. “Do we?”
That wonderful hand at Rachel’s center moved away to roughly tear away the last shreds of her ruined dress. The other hand remained at Rachel’s neck to hold her in place. Then she felt an even harder swat against her naked ass. She could withstand far more punishment than that, of course, but the pain wasn’t what made her yelp. It was the helplessness.