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  “I have always wanted you,” breathed Azrael. “Always, always…”

  “Well, I want you naked,” said Mal. “Always, always if I had my way.”

  “That would be embarrassing at state functions,” panted Azrael.

  Jessica burst out laughing. “Still sassy.”

  Mal’s eyes skipped up to meet hers. “Jessica, come taste.”

  Jessica felt suddenly uncertain. “Mal…”

  Mal pressed his lips against Azrael’s ear. “Can she?”

  Azrael gave a drunken giggle. “Whatever you want, Mal.”

  Jessica frowned. She leaned forward to put a hand on Azrael’s shoulder, and Mal pushed him gently sideways into her lap. He felt warm and relaxed and uncoordinated with the narcotic rush of Mal’s feeding. He stared up at her. “You two are going to eat me like a pair of lions eating a gazelle, aren’t you?” He sounded remarkably unconcerned.

  Jessica was glad he wasn’t frightened anymore, but she still didn’t like his tone. “No,” she said gently, combing through his hair.

  His knees were still dangling off the bed. Mal stood on the floor, unfastened Azrael’s trousers, and pulled them off. Jessica thought she might as well unbutton his shirt. Even through the haze of feeding pleasure, Azrael’s body tensed when Mal pulled his underwear off. He was already quite aroused, his cock hard against his belly. He’d been circumcised—it was common in the southern kingdoms—and the flush of blood made the skin a pleasing pink. Mal bent his head and licked.

  Azrael gave a breathless yelp. “Oh, gods, gods, gods…”

  “I’m not a god,” said Mal with his mouth full, “but you can call me that if you want.”

  “Mal…” whispered Azrael, his hands tangling in Mal’s hair.

  Jessica felt certain that she could have gotten off in about two seconds if she’d cared to touch herself. She’d completely unbuttoned Azrael’s shirt, although he was still wearing his undershirt. She stroked his face, pressed her thumb between his lips. She liked the feel of his tongue over her fingertip, his unsteady panting, the light brush of his teeth, the way he sucked on her finger as he approached climax.

  When Azrael’s body clenched, Jessica pulled him up to her mouth and kissed him. And she tasted his magic. She hadn’t actually meant to, but he was radiating sexual energy, and without the wards, his magic seemed to call her. Jessica gasped. Feeding on Azrael was like drinking sunlight—Mal’s magic transformed into something living, something electric. The rush of it made her feel warm all over, like whiskey. “You are delicious,” she breathed.

  Mal crawled up to them, straddling Azrael’s body, grinning. “It’s my magic, but he’s already done something to it.”

  Azrael gave a breathless laugh, as though he wanted to speak, but couldn’t get his breath. Mal shifted him out of Jessica’s lap and dragged him all the way up onto the bed. Mal had already divested himself of clothes. He pulled Azrael up to a sitting position, leaning back on his hands with Mal straddling his lap. Azrael’s dress shirt slid down his arms. Mal tugged it away and then peeled his undershirt off over his head.

  For a moment, they just sat there, breathing hard, staring at each other. Jessica watched them, transfixed. Azrael’s body was all long, sinewy limbs and sharp angles. Mal was sleek curves of muscle. They were dark and light, curly and straight—so different from each other. If Mal is your idea of the perfect lover, thought Jessica, then what you wanted was someone totally different from yourself.

  Mal had what might be considered an intimidating erection, but Azrael wasn’t looking at his cock. He was looking at his face. “Trust me?” whispered Mal.

  Azrael’s face crumpled. “Mal…you are as under my skin as anyone can get.”

  Mal’s serious expression dissolved. “Oh, not yet,” he purred. “Almost, but not yet.” He leaned forward and kissed Azrael on the mouth. At the same time, he gathered both their cocks into his hand and rubbed them together. Azrael’s was still wet and glistening, already starting to get hard again. He groaned and one hand came up to Mal’s shoulders. Mal laughed against his mouth. He kept stroking until Azrael was very close to another orgasm.

  Then he stopped.

  Azrael made a choking noise.

  “You want me to fuck you or not?” purred Mal.

  Azrael whimpered.

  “That wasn’t an answer.”

  His whisper came out low and hoarse. “Yes.” He drew a quick, unsteady breath. “Only I…I’m still…”

  Mal pulled him forward against his chest. “Still a little nervous. Here, lie down for a moment. Jessica, come cuddle with us.”

  Jessica giggled and inched forward. Mal seemed to really focus on her for the first time. “Why are you still dressed?”

  “I’m not dressed. These are pajamas.”

  “No clothes!” declared Mal.

  Jessica gave a languid sigh. “Well, if someone would come take them off me…”

  Azrael laughed and struggled out from under Mal. “I think this is my fault.”

  “Well then you’d better fix it.”

  Azrael peeled her fuzzy pajama top off over her head, and Mal surprised her by giving her bottoms a tug that laid her flat on the bed. The fabric whisked away and Mal’s hand slid between her legs. “Did we make you so very very wet?”

  They certainly had. Jessica moaned as Mal’s fingers traced her clit. Her arms locked around his neck, her legs wrapping around his waist, but he kept a little space between them. The head of his cock rubbed back and forth between her slippery lips. Jessica growled and bucked up against him, pulling on his magic and burying his cock inside her.

  Mal’s control broke, and he started thrusting hard. The hot, bright warmth of his magic spread through her, and she realized it was still tinged with Azrael’s fire. It seemed to bounce between them, and Jessica didn’t know who was feeding on whom. The ripples of pleasure mounted with every thrust and finally shattered as the orgasm quivered through her body.

  Jessica thought she might have made a noise. She wasn’t sure. She turned to look at Azrael. He was lying on his side, propped on one elbow. “You have got some kind of magic, mister,” panted Jessica. “I can still taste it even from Mal.”

  Mal sat up between her legs, getting his breath. “It almost feels like…like I could do magic with this.”

  “You probably could,” said Azrael. “That’s one reason I shouldn’t let you feed on me.”

  Mal peered at him. “You’re more like a demon than I thought.”

  Azrael burst out laughing.

  “No,” said Mal, “really. I mean, it’s not like feeding on a human. It’s more like feeding on Jessica. You do something to my magic. You color it somehow. When I take it back it’s like it’s…alive.”

  He crawled out from between Jessica’s legs, around Azrael, so that Azrael was between them again. Azrael shifted down onto his back to look at Mal, who stretched out beside him. He put a hand on Azrael’s stomach, and Azrael’s eyes blinked shut. Mal didn’t reach for his cock, though. He drew little circles around Azrael’s navel with his fingertips. “Do I really take you to pieces?”

  Azrael gave a shaky laugh. “I was awfully drunk when I said that, Mal.”

  “But you remember.”

  Azrael nodded.

  “What did you mean?”

  “You know what I meant,” he whispered.

  “Even without magic?”

  “Even without magic.”

  Jessica flipped over onto her belly and scooted closer to them. Azrael’s hand was lying palm up beside his head, and she threaded her fingers through his. “What did he say?” she asked Mal.

  Mal trailed his fingertips back and forth over Azrael’s belly. “He said, ‘Every time you touch me, you take me to pieces.’”

  Jessica squeezed Azrael’s hand. “Aw.”

  Mal’s lips curled up. “Which is sweeter than, ‘Every time you touch me, you make my cock twitch,’ but probably means the same thing.”

  Azrael shook
with silent laughter. He still had his eyes shut. “You know you’re driving me crazy, right?”

  Mal smirked, but Jessica could tell he was still thinking. He ran his fingers up to Azrael’s chest, brushed over his nipples. That did make his cock twitch.

  “Why didn’t you find someone you could actually be with?” Mal wondered aloud. “Maybe you didn’t trust yourself with me around, but you could have done it after I left. Your palace is full of beautiful people who think you’re amazing—smart people, interesting people, people who don’t scare you, who can’t feed on you. Why didn’t you pick one of them?”

  Azrael made a frustrated whine. Jessica couldn’t tell whether he was responding to the questions or to Mal’s caresses. Mal seemed to think of something else. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

  Azrael’s eyes opened a slit and he looked sideways at Mal.

  “I assume you do it when I’m distracted at those orgies,” continued Mal. “I’d notice if…” He broke off and barked a laugh. “Oh, now that’s a blush. Gods, Ren. I’ve got you naked in bed. I’ve kissed you all over. Your cock is still wet from my mouth. And you’re blushing because I asked you about touching yourself?”

  Azrael screwed his eyes shut. He really was blushing. Jessica leaned close to his ear and whispered. “You’re so cute.”

  “And such a virgin,” said Mal.

  “Surely I can’t be called that anymore,” muttered Azrael.

  “I don’t know,” said Mal critically. “Blushing like that, I don’t know.”

  “So, what do you think about?” said Jessica against his ear.

  Azrael laughed again, shivered. “Do you really have to ask?”

  Mal kissed his cheek and that startled him into opening his eyes. “Me?” he asked, hopeful as a puppy.

  Azrael rolled his eyes. “Yes, you, idiot. How could I possibly think of anything el—”

  Mal covered his mouth with a kiss. When he came up for air, he said, “But you didn’t think we’d ever get to do this!”

  “So?”

  “So…why didn’t you find someone else?”

  “I didn’t want anyone else, Mal! When I was fifteen, I summoned an astral incubus. I couldn’t— Maybe you can’t understand.”

  Jessica thought Mal did understand and he was horrified. After a moment, he said, “I didn’t think you had feelings like that.”

  “I didn’t want you to. You would have kept trying to seduce me. Sexual frustration was just the price I paid to keep you.”

  Mal said nothing.

  Azrael studied his face. “You were worth it. I mean, even before tonight. Even if you eat—”

  “Don’t,” whispered Mal. “Don’t say that.” He rolled Azrael over onto his side, facing Jessica, and turned to rummage in a drawer of the nightstand. Mal and Jessica didn’t need lubricant very often, but Mal did have a favorite local brand, which he sometimes took with him on outings.

  Jessica looked at Azrael, their faces very close, her fingers still threaded through his, and grinned. He smiled back helplessly. “Have we come full circle?”

  “Well, I didn’t actually cut your clothes off…although I thought about tearing the buttons.”

  Azrael shut his eyes. “I’m sure you would have been justified. Oh!”

  Mal had cuddled up right behind him. Jessica was pretty sure Mal was using his fingers and not his cock at the moment. He kissed the side of Azrael’s neck. “Relax. Don’t hold your breath. Just…let me.”

  Azrael’s face twisted in an expression of clear discomfort if not pain, his eyes tightly shut. Jessica started running her free hand over his body—teasing his nipples, stroking his chest and belly, exploring his cock. After a moment, his own free hand came up to her cheek, then gently into her hair. “Jessica, how did I get so lucky with you?”

  “That’s better,” purred Mal. “You’re still awfully tight, though. Calm down. Deep breath. Just let me.”

  Azrael’s eyes snapped open with a frustrated expression. “Mal, I am letting you. For gods’ sakes, I am…”

  “You are now,” breathed Mal against his ear. His fingers closed around Azrael’s hip. Azrael was breathing in long, deep gasps. Mal moved fractionally—gentle, shallow thrusts. This went on for a while. Jessica got to explore Azrael’s body to her heart’s content. His cock was very hard, and when she moved her breasts up to his face, he caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked.

  “Oh,” breathed Jessica. “Oh, that’s very nice.” She kissed Mal over his head. Mal was clearly focused on control. His skin glistened with a trace of sweat. Gradually, his thrusts grew deeper. At last, he stopped and pulled back.

  Azrael gave a frustrated moan. He tried to sit up.

  “Shhh,” said Mal. “This isn’t the best position. It’s just a good way to get started.” He rolled Azrael onto his back and looked down at him. “Anything I want?”

  Azrael stared up at Mal, eyes wide and dark, his skin damp and flushed. “Anything,” he whispered.

  Mal moved all the way down Azrael’s body. When Mal reached Azrael’s knees, he put them over his shoulders and then slid slowly back up.

  Jessica was familiar with this position. It was one of Mal’s favorites, and the angle was excellent. However, it was also an extremely vulnerable way to get fucked. The person on the bottom had no control over how deep or fast their partner went.

  Jessica held her breath as Mal folded Azrael in half. Azrael was flexible enough and skinny enough to do this. He ended up with his knees nearly touching his ears over Mal’s shoulders, his feet pointed at the ceiling, and Mal’s cock against his ass.

  Mal paused. They were almost nose-to-nose. Azrael was breathing in short, shallow gasps. He was a trembling a little. He hadn’t struggled, though.

  As if he weren’t already helpless enough, Mal caught his arms and pinned them over his head with one hand. Slowly, watching his face, Mal pressed his cock into Azrael’s body.

  Azrael’s mouth opened soundlessly, but he looked up at Mal and kept breathing. Mal paused, deep inside him, and murmured, “Laurence.” He said the name in a voice heavy with magical resonance. Azrael’s eyes snapped shut, fluttered open again, his face taut—as though his name created a kind of intimacy that was almost unbearable.

  Mal started to move—slowly at first, then faster. Azrael was making a noise like a sob on each thrust, but Jessica didn’t think he was in pain. He threw his head back, and Mal growled as he kissed his throat. “Mine,” he murmured between kisses. “Mine, mine, mine.”

  Jessica watched their bodies together—Azrael letting Mal fold him in half, Mal coiling and uncoiling like a loaded spring. This went on for longer than she would have thought either of them could stand it. Mal could have brought them both to climax at once. There was nothing like magic for providing hands-free orgasms. But he wanted to do this.

  Finally, Azrael babbled hoarsely, “Mal, Mal, please…” His body clenched. Mal kept thrusting for several more seconds before pressing himself deep inside and covering Azrael’s mouth with his.

  He broke the kiss at last, gasping for breath, and slowly levered himself back and off of Azrael, who unfolded bonelessly against the bed. Mal looked around, blinking, and dissolved into the panther. He often did that after sex. Jessica thought it was because he was feeling cuddly.

  Mal moved over to her. His voice came thick and sated. “You look sooo aroused.”

  Jessica stroked his nose. “That’s because I just watched two attractive gentlemen make love to each other.” And everyone was kind, and no one was eaten.

  Mal snickered. “You could touch yourself.”

  “Could I? I had no idea!”

  He started licking her breasts with his broad, muscular tongue. Jessica giggled. His soft fur trailed over her body as he licked his way down over her belly to her thighs. When he started licking her sex, she moaned and arched her back. Mal’s tongue pressed inside her.

  “Jessica.” She opened her eyes and saw Azrael leaning over
her. “May I touch you?” he asked in that low, sensuous voice that he’d used on the day they met at his dinner table.

  “Yes,” breathed Jessica.

  His warm hand cupped a breast, long fingers spreading over her skin. His touch felt different from Mal’s—less certain, but with a kind of scientific curiosity. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, and that made Jessica whimper. Azrael’s hand slid lower over her belly. He raised his head. “Let’s see whether I can do this. Gods know I’ve watched Mal do it often enough.”

  His fingers slid down, through her lower curls, and found her clit, just above where Mal was licking. Jessica bit her lip. “Oh! Oh, Ren!”

  He knew what he was doing in a kind of textbook way, but he seemed delighted when she actually responded. “That’s so good,” breathed Jessica. “A little harder. There! Oh, oh, oh…”

  Jessica had watched fire dance between those fingers and the most delicate spells. Now they were stroking the most sensitive place on her body while Mal’s muscular tongue licked and licked. Jessica’s back arched. Ren kissed her on the mouth, swallowing her cries, and she came helplessly beneath them.

  Chapter 60

  Jessica

  Jessica woke to the smell of bacon, coffee, and toast. She sat up, disoriented, but ravenous, and found that she was alone in the enormous bed. Traces of pale dawn light seeped in around the curtains. Jessica yawned. I wonder when the trial is. She’d meant to ask yesterday and forgot.

  Jessica crawled unwillingly out of bed, naked and shivering. She pattered across the icy floor to locate her pajamas and then her slippers.

  Azrael had already picked up his clothes, leaving not so much as a sock or a bowtie. Jessica knew that she shouldn’t read anything into this. She could almost hear him say, “Janitor, remember?” Nevertheless, she felt a twinge of apprehension.

  He’d said one night. Even in all the breathless pleasure of their lovemaking, he’d never amended that. Now, it was as though he were already gone.