The Company of Fiends (Tempting Monsters, #2)

by Kathryn Moon

Con's nose traced gently between my breasts, his body churning on top of me, hips working in a hypnotizing circular pattern that stroked inside of me. And if there was pain, it was blurred now. I'd been carved open, gutted, rinsed clean, a pure vessel to be filled. Pain was pleasure, a s...

"Closer," I whispered. Antin was gone and Con stretched above me, his hands wrapping my legs around his back. My skin crackled everywhere we touched, my blood sizzling in my veins, and still I rolled myself into him, found his horns in my grip, and screamed my determination to drive this demon into the same hurricane of need I was drowning in. He had no lips to kiss me with, but ...

I'd forgotten the audience, forgotten the stage, and in the final moment I forgot Con too. I came with a scream, with an explosion I was certain would shatter my own bones, with my nails raking down ...

Cool hands bit into my hips and heat like fire filled my core, fuel to the storm burning through me. The world was an avalanche of noise and color, bursting and decaying, and the only concrete thing I understood was relief—relief so deep and heavy, it was in my marrow. In all the chaos, there was a void of quiet, and I s...

Con ripped himself away, and reality was stark and cold. The avalanche was applause, loud and boisterous in my ear, and I flinched away from the noise. There were bright spots in my vision from too long in the spotlight, and I managed to drape a heavy arm over my face to block out the glare, but the colors remained in the s...

Strong arms gathered me up from the bench, drawing me to a warm frame, and I knew by the spice it was Constantine. He had never touched me in his unified form, and I wasn't sure if it was how overwhelmed I already was, but Con's spectacular pain had vanished, leaving only the mundane ache of tired limbs. A...

I sighed at the gentle scratch of claws through my hair. "I should like to take her to my home this evening, tend to her. Do you believe she might object?" "Oh, sir, why would any young woman object to such a generous offer? And believe me, she'll be bright and cheerful and so pleased to see you just as soon as she wakes,"

Hunter grunted in agreement, continuing the soothing brush through my hair. I took stock of myself as Myra bustled with swishing skirts out of my dressing room. There was a sort of numb buzz in my sex and a soft ache in my breasts, and my whole body felt tight, like my muscles had been twisted just a bit. My mouth was dry, my throat itchy, and I rolled to my back with a slight whimper.

"I have a very large bath," Hunter said, catching my eye. "And a very soft bed. And a great many oils that warriors use to soothe their bodies after battle. I believe you went to battle tonight, little one."

I held my breath as he leaned in, tensed as his lips touched my forehead, and then released a long sigh. This was Hunter, and while it would be a lie to say his touch did nothing to me, I'd forgotten the difference between the stunning power of Constantine and the normal, soothing pleasure of a kiss on the forehead. I pressed into Hunter's lips and pulled away at the same time as him. My lips were smiling, while his were turned down. "That performance was not what I'd expected,"

"Courting a pleasure partner. Defeating a business foe. There is much more subtlety." "You don't have to do everything the human way," I said, admiring the strong, stern expression on his face as he unbuttoned my dress. "You're more of a gentleman than any human I've met."

I suspected the other "part" he meant referred to my eagerness with him, and it made me want to thunk his head against a wall, as if that might hammer in the notion that I craved his wild hunger and rough passion.

"Do you hurt now?" Hunter asked as I watched his strong thighs stretch, his cock hanging heavy and dark sac tucked behind. "I'm no more sore than I usually am after a show," I said, keeping my place in the center of the tub so that Hunter's body rubbed against mine as he joined me. "I'll be fine again by morning."

"Mm… Hunter?" I mumbled, facedown in the most decadent pile of pillows I'd ever imagined. I groaned as strong fingers stroked up the back of my thigh to my ass, pulling and digging into neglected muscles. "You are very tight," Hunter noted.

I woke up feeling reborn. Had I ever been so comfortable in my life? So loose and well-rested? I stretched and blinked at the ease of the movement, wondering if I'd grown three inches after Hunter's massage.

The sun was bright, muted through sheer blue curtains, and Hunter was missing from the bed. I'd rolled over in the night once, and I recalled the way we'd been tangled together and how he'd settled me into his side with a kiss at the crown of my head. I turned to the spot now and found the dent of his head still in the pillow, the sheets rumpled.

Hunter was generous, and kind. But he wasn't here, and I wasn't his mistress or his wife or whatever Myra made us into. Not yet, at least. I was still just an actress at the Company of Fiends, and I wasn't about to dress otherwise. Gentlemen are often occupied with business, I reminded myself, but it didn't feel like a consolation. More like a warning.

I was gasping for breath, body swamped in thunderous ecstasy, rocking into Antin's body on top of mine, Con's fingers just barely brushing through my hair, sprinkling in shocks and stabs to cut through the drowning. "Beautiful," Antin breathed, lips grazing over mine as his rolling rhythm started to break and snap. "You are all that was promised, sweet creature."

I was too far gone to care, and even the spotlights were blinking behind swarms of darkness. Antin groaned in my ear, draping heavily on top of me, every thought racing away as I sank into a terrifyingly sweet abyss. It softened suddenly, and I seemed to rise to the surface again, the weight resting on me still dense but not so powerful. Con's touch was gone, and I opened my eyes to find Constantine's completed features, so handsome and close to my own. He turned his head and his mouth found mine, firm and needful, strong hands coming to circle my face.

I clenched in a final fluttering orgasm around his length, and he shuddered and hissed into the kiss, pulling away with me lifted in his arms. I hid my face in his shoulder again, but I was more alert than the night before. Antin had taken the lead tonight, his overwhelmi...

"Why not have Con fuck me while I suck Antin?" I suggested. We were halfway down the stairs, and Constantine showed no other sign of surprise but the sudden jerk of his foot missing a step, immediately corrected, his arms tightening around me. "That would be…a good show," he said slowly. "You're much more alert this time. Pleasure agrees with you, sweet creature."

"Why did you ask for a guest act?" My legs were slightly parted, my body propped up on my elbows, so similar to the first time when he'd licked and barely touched me and sent me unraveling. I thought about crossing my legs, covering myself with a sheet, but Constantine's stare was too fixed, like any motion on my part might cause him to leap into action.

"You smell like me," Constantine whispered, and his breath was close, tickling over my pussy, his own release leaking out of me as I clenched again, this time certainly in interest. "You can…you can fuck me," I said into the pillows, lifting my head just enough to be heard. "If you want to."

"Do you… Are you staying in here, or would you come up to my room with me?" Ronan asked, blinking and pressing his lips flat. He's nervous, I realized, some of my own anxiety slipping away. "Your room," I said with a firm nod. I'd been missing Ronan.

"Ready?" he asked, and there was no reason but reverence for us to whisper alone in the dark like this. I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, his own twisting around my waist. His tail even coiled around my ankle, more affectionate than useful. "Ready," I said.

"I'm sorry for picking the fight," Ronan said, settling at my side with one of his legs pressed between mine, his wings rising to cover us and keep out some of the cold. The moon and candle glowed through the skin of his wings, cool and hot, lighting up his earnest expression in tandem.

"Your scene is intense, and none of the other girls envy you this time," Ronan said, staring down at me. "But even I can tell you're enjoying yourself."

"Historically, I'm not the one who leaves," I murmured. I stroked my hand down Ronan's strong throat, over his chest, found his hips and guided his weight to lying fully between my thighs. His stare was warm on my face as I reached between us to untie my robe and pull it open.

I found myself sighing as Ronan's hand guided mine, helping me loosen his waistband and push the fabric down his hips. I hadn't realized how much the recent refusals from Hunter and even Constantine had irritated my pride until I was struck by the sudden relief of Ronan's acceptance. His cock bumped against my sex, and Ronan groaned as his head ducked and his lips found mine. He was familiar, friendly, and whether I liked it or not, he knew me well.

Knew I liked my lips nibbled and the closeness of his nose brushing mine, our breaths mingling. Ronan knew every inch of me, and all my responses, and the urge to teach him more struck me suddenly. To tell him all my secrets, my greatest secret.

"I've missed you, nut," Ronan rasped against my lips, his cock stroking against me with a gentle rocking of his hip...

I wrapped my hands around his face, then drew his mouth to mine in a greedy press and suck, silencing his words and the words that fought to rise to my tongue. Ronan's fingers dug into my back, scratched down to my ass, and tipped my hips to his. I stretched my legs wider and his tail found my ankle, twining around and around, sq...

Either he didn't hear me or he knew me well enough in this way too, my own resistance to connection. I craved the contact of familiar skin against mine, even as I rejected my own need. But fighting with Ronan had left me with a constant, faint queasiness and a weight on...

And then the head of Ronan's cock nudged against the lips of my pussy, slippery and hot, and I gasped into his kiss, his tongue stroking in. My arms circled his back as he went back to just rubbing himself against me, slicking himself on my pussy. I found the roots of his wings, tender and muscular, and Ronan's groan vibrated against my tongue as I gripped them in my fists. He bucked unevenly against me and pulled away from the kiss with a huffing laugh.

His tongue flicked out against his lips as I stroked down the fragile membrane, a full-body shiver racing through him, and a hot dribble of precum stinging against my clit. "You could," he rasped.

"Hmm? Why? Don't the mutton chops just make you—Ugghn!" I arched as Ronan thrust in to the hilt with one rough stroke. "Fuck," Ronan sighed out, his back arched and head tipped down to stare at me, flames licking in those dark eyes. "Fuck, Hazel, your cunt is the stuff of dreams." Still breathless from his thrust, I let out a giggle at the praise.

Ronan arched an eyebrow, drawing out and then slamming in again in another toe-curling, breath-stealing movement. "Wet," he said as I shouted and scratched my nails into his back. "Hot," he added, pulling out and driving in again, my back sliding against the velvet on the bed with the force. "Strangling my cock."

"Ronan!" I gasped out as he thrust again, my eyes slamming shut. "Shh, I have you." Ronan softened on top of me, his forehead resting against mine as he...

I whined, my feet scrabbling against the bed. He knew this too, this perfect tilt and stroke that touched the tenderest nerves inside of me. The coil of his tail on my leg squeezed and then lifted my foot from the bed, pulling it under his wing and pressing it high and wide, stretching me open for his taking. Ronan pushed ...

"Pretty tits," he whispered, reaching between us to tweak at a nipple and make me squeak with the lovely pull that echoed down to my cunt. "Such sweet nipples, just begging for touch." "Ronan, please,...

He bent, holding one breast in his grip, and I braced myself. His lips fastened around my nipple and his hips stopped, cock pressing up inside of me as he took a deep, sucking draw from my breast. I arched and shouted, grabbing at his horns to hold him in p...

Ronan sucked and bit gently as I grew frenzied beneath him, but as the shuddering peak rose inside of me and I started to quiver on his length, he moved his hand to the center of my chest and pressed me flat back to the bed, mouth leaving me before I could reach my finish. "Asshole," I panted, but I laughed with him as he grinn...

And then he repeated the whole process on my other breast, until my knuckles were white and the first licks of an orgasm were racing through me and I was sure he would misjudge when to stop. He sat up suddenly, wings flapping in excitement as I snarle...

"That was a close one," Ronan said, triumph in that stupidly handsome face of his. "Fuck you," I spat out. He only laughed, his hands stroking up and down my sides, petting my body into a simmering state where the...

"You know what else I like?" he asked. "We could be fucking rig...

"I like this view," he said, and then he rose up to his knees, pulling my hips up with him so that I could see the picture of him between my legs, his cock stretching my sex around his dark length. And in spite of his teasing, I couldn't take my eyes off of us, especially not as Ronan...

"Ronan, please," I whimpered, shivering as he pushed gently back in, circling his hips up and making my breath catch and my cunt clench. "You look so pretty with me inside of you," Ronan said, his gaze coals in shadow, staring down at me as he fucked me so slowly I wanted to scream. "You turn all pink with need when...

I growled and covered my face with my arm, and Ronan lunged forward, my body thrashing at the sudden rough plunge. He held my hip up in one hand and tore my arm...

"No," he snarled, brow furrowed. "You don't get to hide from me, Hazel. I want to watch you come apart on my cock. Hear you beg. And I'm going to fuck you until you can't speak or think or move. All night, asleep or awake. You're mine tonight." I gasped at the threat, at th...

I wet my lips, and Ronan waited. "Please don't stop," I whispered. He kissed me once, bruising and simple, and then sat up, swatting one breast, a stinging crack to the spot, before reaching to my pussy.