The Company of Fiends (Tempting Monsters, #2)

by Kathryn Moon

"Jude," he said after a moment of pause, staring back at me. A simple name, but there was something pretty in it too.

He huffed, and for a moment, there was only quiet. His eyes searched my face, studying me, making me almost shy with his focus. Just more eyes watching me. I'd loved the focus of being on stage once. Now I wondered if I hadn't had more attention than one life could stand.

And there was the smaller detail I'd been trying to ignore, but which grew painfully clear as he'd grasped my hand. Simmering attraction, like smoke filling my throat and stealing my breath, caressed every nerve. Nymph and fae weren't so different from one another. Jude Piper was probably the only person in my life who was so perfectly suited to understand me.

Whoring was an honest and appreciated profession to monsters. Pleasure was applauded, not sinful. I might be nothing more to him than a whore under a spotlight, I admitted to myself, shaking my head and trying to find the steady floor under my feet again.

I had too many men in my thoughts these days. Too much trouble and worry too.

"You've been quiet lately," I mumbled into the pillows on Constantine's bed, my tongue still a little numb from sucking Con's cock on stage as Antin had licked and fingered me.

Con had had to hold my jaw pried open to keep me from biting, his cock like a jolt of electricity on my tongue, but he'd massaged me gently all the while and he'd finished himself off, painting my chest with scorching cum. Now, Constantine's hands dug out the tension in my back from the arched position I'd held on stage. In truth, I'd started craving these massages during the week. I'd even started craving Con and Antin's power.

"I'm always quiet," he answered, dragging the heel of his hands up and down either side of my spine, a soft popping as he reached the base making me sigh and shiver.

"I liked tonight," I said. His touch paused, and then his hands slid down to my ass, a moan falling from my lips at the dull ache of him kneading his way down the backs of my legs.

I hummed my agreement without a thought. For as shocking and extreme and deliciously torturous as those minutes on stage with Con and Antin were, I enjoyed myself. Constantine was careful with me during the act and gentle with me after.

"Gag you?" "Sure," I said, shrugging. His breath puffed against my ass, and I wondered if I was surprising him. My lips curled, and I decided it was time for another suggestion.

"You ought to fuck my ass and cunt at the same time one night. We can ask Mr. Reddy, but I think it's Sat...

Constantine flipped me, and I let out a giggle. The act did that to me too, left me loose and calm, like all the pain rushing through was rinsing me clean, taking not just Con's powe...

He dragged me down the bed so that his face hovered over mine, and I glanced between us. Hmm… I'd never seen his cock grow stiff in this form before. Long and thick, as expected, and two ridges twisting aroun...

His hand gripped my chin, and I thought for a moment he was splitting in two, before I realized it just hurt a little because it was tight. Not too much, not enough to bruise, but enough to make me stop looking at his cock. His silver coi...

"I like buggery," I said, smiling up at him. "Especially while my pussy is being fucked. Don't know why we haven't tried it for the act already." This time, it was him looking down at my hips. Was ...

"You're a very strange creature," Constantine mused. I'd grown used to his cool tone, the steady pace of his speech, so deceptively unaffected. Sometimes, I even imagined I detected more meaning in little lilts and drops, the curves of his speech subtle puzzles for me to solve.

"Very few would prefer my company," Constantine said. "Then very few have any sense," I muttered. I stiffened briefly as silken skin and a broad frame grazed against my bare body. A whisper of breath brushed against my cheek, and then a pair of lips pressed gently to my own in a shy kiss.

My eyes opened to find Constantine staring, so close it made me dizzy, a wary, skittish look in those impenetrable eyes. I tipped my chin up, pressing into the kiss, and shut my eyes again. His tongue flicked against my lip, coppery and sweet, lips pressing to mine once more.

He'd never kissed me. Antin did, occasionally, with drugging, ecstatic kisses that stole all thought. This was simpler, almost novice, curious. Constantine was…practicing, or studying, kissing lightly at first with brushes and little nibbles, t...

Nireas's head turned in my direction, watching me as he played, and I smiled, drawing the hem of the shirt up high to expose the smallest glimpse of my sex to him. His lips twitched, and an idle hand raised from his side, reaching for me, fingers hooking in command.

I darted forward, keeping my steps quiet and quick to match the brief flurry of teasing notes, and then I reached him on his bench. I sighed as I wrapped myself around his back, allowed myself to savor the fresh whiff of him, a scent I'd only caught threads of for years. I didn't need to be afraid of failing this act. Of course not. That was absurd.

I needed to be afraid of how easy it would be to...

Two hands wrapped around the backs of my legs, balancing me as I stepped over his lap, facing the audience with my barely concealed pussy in his face. Four arms tangled around my legs to play the music, lower notes groaning with need, as Nireas leaned in, chin lifted and all eyes on mine.

He pressed his face between my legs, breathing so deeply I could feel the pull of his breath like a rope being tugged right from my core.

I rocked slightly, found his chin perfectly poised just below me, and ground down with a bend of my knees. A soft vibration shuddered through my sex, the music stumbling briefly as Nireas moaned against me, his eyelids hooding over his dark stare.

"They need to see me first." Nireas's music was swooning as I leaned back against the singing pipes, but his hands on my hips were fierce as he pushed the dress shirt up, revealing my sex. To him, and only him, his lips in a flat angry line, stare blazing up at me. "They don't deserve you," Nireas snarled back, the words covered under the pound of notes.

My eyes widened and then immediately slammed shut as Nireas leaned in, delivering a filthy, licking kiss, his tongue stroking every fold and crease, lips pulling at my flesh.

I moaned—on cue, but only by chance—as Nireas's tongue dipped inside of me, curling and pressing at my opening. The music pouring from the organ made my whole body vibrate, and I shivered as Nireas narrowed hi...

"Get back to work," I breathed. He grinned briefly, the hard lines of his face brightening with the rare expression, and then turned his head to bite rough kisses on the inside of my thigh. I gasped, squirmed, tried to force his mouth back to my cunt, even as the kisses ran an aching line right to my core, but Nireas was strong and stubborn.

His hands held me in place in an almost bruising grip, his lips thorough in their hungry exploration, up one thigh and across my tummy to the other. My toes twisted and slipped on the ledge, one accidentally landing loudly onto high white keys, a bright scream of sound interrupting Nireas's beautiful, bleeding melody. He laughed into my skin, the audience joining him as I growled and panted.

"Nireas, please," I begged, not caring if it was the wrong note to plead on, if I was too loud or too quiet. He groaned, and it fit the music, fit the ache, but even more it suited the open-mouthed drag up my thigh, his tongue licking at my flesh, stroking the crease of my thigh.

His gaze bored into me, daring me not to respond, as his mouth wrapped around my pussy again, tongue thrusting inside of me. My head fell back, my own mouth spread as I released a bawdy sound of pleasure, my hips rocking into his lips with the eager help of his grip.

"Fuck you," I breathed out, not thinking, not reading the music more than the way it seemed to rise up from the keys he played to sing in my cunt, to join his fucking tongue in leaving me breathless.

He purred or laughed into me, drawing back and sucking kisses over my flesh up to my clit, flicking it with his tongue and then slurping on it till it pounded a drum in my blood. The music poured out of the organ, and I begged and cursed and moaned, not in harmony but in contrast.

Nireas was ruining the act—ruining me too—and as a new hand appeared, two fingers pressing up inside of me, I wondered if this was some kind of revenge. It was the onl...

ragged version of the piece we were meant to perform to. Then he gazed up at me through thick, dark lashes and latched his lips to my clit, sucking and licking, kissing and torturing, and finally stroking me with that devoted tongue.

I came with a bright shout, the music rushing through me, the vibration of the organ trembling with my clenching, craving core, shuddering through my veins, tightening and tensing and releasing in a sudden, slow burst of warmth flooding through me.

I sobbed at the release—only half of what I needed, my cunt aching to be filled, begging for Nireas's touch—and the shattered moment, and the sound echoed in the...

I sat up as he pulled away, my mouth open on a question, but before I could speak I was being pulled down from my cushion, two hands holding me as anothe...

I gasped, and the organ let out a crashing groan as I landed on the keys, the shirt torn open. The audience behind Nireas fluttered with murmurs and expressions of surprise, but my gaze was on his face, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed, lips pulling down in frustration. Between us, his other two ...

I shouted, arched in his arms, his grip around my hands pulling them up high behind me as he thrusted inside of my wet and still fluttering cunt. "Yes!" The word was torn from me, jettisoned up through my lungs and out my lips by the force of Nireas's driving cock inside of me. The organ screamed again with me as he...

"Hazel," he choked out, arched over me, eyes wide now, lips parted as I stared up at him in shock. "Oh, fuck, Hazel!" He fucked me immediately, unapologetic in his need, and the shock evaporated the moment his lips ...

Fingernails dragged down my back, trying to dig into me. I fought for air as Nireas pulled me off his cock, bringing my breasts up to his mouth, growling into the nipple he sucked. Nireas looked up at me like I...

Music was abandoned in favor of the slam of keys as he drove back inside of me, half the notes ringing out endlessly where his foot braced a pedal, our voi...

There was no room for words, not as his mouth traveled up my chest to my lips, our tongues tangling as eagerly as our bodies, his han...

He whimpered into the kiss, fucked me like he was trying to make room for himself inside of me, hard and desperate, his cock beautifully thick and long. That was my specialty, my secret nymph skill for Mr. Reddy, but all I cared about in the moment was that Nireas...

I tore away from the kiss for air, and his teeth wrapped around my neck, sucking the spot, his hand gripping my wrists, stretching me out for the taking. I stared down at him, licke...

Ronan was right—Nireas had denied himself for years, his control finally snapping here on the stage. No, not snapping. He...

My eyes fell shut as he pounded into me, my ass bruised from bouncing on the keys, my legs trembling around his wais...