Demonic Attraction (2 page)

Chapter Two

The sharp scent of coal tasted gritty in her mouth, jumping her out of her light sleep. It was the only warning she had before rough, clawed hands began the slow, deliberate slide up her bare legs, parting them with easy strength. Anya kept her breathing even, willed herself to stillness on the soft sheets, not to resist the hidden touch.

Moonlight streamed over her wide bed, the silvered sheets shifting over the hands, hands she knew would vanish if she moved or threw back the sheets to reveal her tormentor.

Her heartbeat quickened as the rough palms rubbed over her knees, sharp-tipped thumbs already teasing her inner thighs. “Still. We need to focus.” The deep, masculine voice pushed hot breath against her skin, the shape of a head, shoulders and a broad back rising from the sheet. “Good…”

Anya almost arched her spine at the satisfaction in his voice. She shouldn’t allow this invasion, but the touch of this mysterious creature—she gasped at the rough palms easing over her ribs to cup her breasts—
creatures
brought a sudden and unexpected warmth to her isolated time on the Alpha-Voltanis outpost. Sharpened fingers rolled her nipples, sparking need down to her core.

The creature between her thighs teased the sensitive skin with his breath pulsing hot against her mons. His hands gripped her thighs, keeping her open to him. Anya fisted the sheets, fighting the need to plead with him and found clawed hands pushing at hers, forcing her to grip them instead of smooth material.

His tongue, pointed, hot, wet, edged the crease of her leg. Anya bit back a moan. She knew if she spoke, if she moved, then her…guests…vanished, the sheets, falling back to leave her aching and unsatisfied. The sense of the mattress, the sheets melted away and the hard press of a lithe, muscled body against her spine ran fire beneath her skin. A long, hard cock pushed between her cheeks and the need to push back against it, to let its rough edges find a welcome home in her body, burned through her.

Anya squeezed her eyes shut, the tight coil of need low in her belly. The tongue between her legs eased over her mons, almost,
almost
finding her clitoris. Her short, rasped breaths filling the silence of the domed bedroom, mixed with the play of rough hands over her smooth skin and the lap of a teasing tongue.

And then he licked her and she crushed the hands holding hers, the sudden twist of the sharp fingers on her nipples firing light behind her eyes. Slow, exquisite laps of the clever tongue had her gasping as fingers teased and played against her puckered hole.

Fire licked under her skin and she ached not to come, not yet.

A surprisingly slick finger breached her, pushing in and pulling back, the resistance of her flesh to its touch rippling through her body. Another finger stretched her, working against the tightness of her hole, preparing her. Rough palms eased over her stomach, strong arms holding her to the hard, hot body beneath her.

“Let me in.” The masculine growl against her ear ran a delicious shiver through her flesh.

The push and pull of the fingers died away and the hard cock, slick but rough-ridged, nudged against her hole. Anya’s heart hammered, the still-licking tongue, the hands playing, tugging at her nipples and the hard body that held her firm had her dizzy, aching. The first push of the heavy cock forced a gasp and the need to writhe, to work him deeper, deeper into her ass.

“Let me in…”

A cock pushed against her teeth as she bit her lip. Without thought, Anya opened her mouth, her tongue teasing over the ridged head that tasted hot, dry and with the intoxicating hint of unknown spices.

The cock in her ass sank deeper and then pulled back and she took the one in her mouth, her neck arching to take him, to fill her, to want more. Her skin blazed, her mind spiraling. She wanted them to fuck her, for the cock stroking in and out of her ass with a fast, delicious rhythm, for the tongue curling and lapping never to stop, never—

The pace of the cock fucking her mouth increased, matching the harder, insistent thrust of the cock pounding into her body. The tongue licked her, his hands digging hard into her thighs, keeping her wide open to him.

Erratic thrusts had her gasping and the threat of wild release coiled deep in her belly. She wanted them, wanted, needed them all to fuck her, to love her every night.

“Yes. We want you.” The growl against her ear, the press of firm, smooth lips almost had her bucking and a fierce orgasm rioted through her, blinding her, firing as the cock buried in her mouth found its own release, cool liquid spice flowing in a fast rush down her throat. The cock melted away and Anya sucked in her first full breath.

The body beneath her shuddered, hands digging deep as he buried himself hard, deep and then he came, his ragged breaths spiking aftershocks under her trembling skin. He too faded away, taking with him the hands that gripped hers.

The man between her legs pressed a kiss against her wet flesh. He trailed a string of teasing kisses down her damp thighs as the hands cupping her breasts eased back over her skin.

His head lifted and the smooth sheet formed moving lips, the growl of his voice rippling a delicious shiver. A brief, burning kiss touched her mouth and she tasted herself. “We want you too, Anya. All of us. Thank you for letting us love you, share you.”

The sheet dropped and she lay alone in the moonlit darkness, her body damp and sated. She caught her fingers in her tangled hair and blew out a hot breath. She kicked away the sheets, the silver light proving it wasn’t simply a vivid, wild dream. Handprints still burned against her breasts, her stomach, lips trailed down her legs and she knew if she turned herself to a mirror it would show a man’s lithe torso reddening her back.

Cool air washed over her and she shivered. Pulling at the sheet, she curled into it, the spiced scent of her visitors drifting with her. Their smell soothed her, and for a moment she wanted to curl up against their hot bodies and let sleep find her. She sighed. “You’re depraved,” she murmured. “You really are.”

The soft beeping of the communications panel had her groaning. She let out a slew of curses. She wanted to sleep, not work, but with the arrival of her lovers, she knew this time was coming. Her bare feet dropped to the cool, metal floor and she tugged the sheet with her, wrapping it around her body and knotting it over her breasts.

The great curves of her room’s windows filled the domed space with the light of the moon her platform orbited and the milky wash of thick starlight. The console ran beneath the windows and Anya dropped onto the low seat and pressed her palm to the ident. “Anya Sigurdson,” she muttered, and couldn’t hold back the hard yawn.

The screen flashed and she squinted against the sudden glare. “Anya.” Her supervisor’s sharp smile irked her, Stanton’s smooth, perfect features belying his vindictive streak. “Did I wake you?”

She matched his smile with a smirk of her own. “I’ve taken to wearing a sheet to stave off the boredom.” She straightened in her seat and scratched her shoulder. “Your scheduled check-in is three days from now. Did you start to miss me?”

“The lab rats have analyzed your recent results and are squealing about strange readings.” Stanton looked to his right, his eyes narrowed. “Data’s streaming from the array that indicates an event occurred only moments ago.” Her supervisor narrowed dark eyes on her. “And you were asleep.”

“An event?” Anya focused on keeping herself relaxed. She had no intention of sharing her experiences with Stanton. He was the one who’d stuck her out in the backend of space to monitor the massive white star for a bunch of slack-jawed academics. Ones who couldn’t bring themselves to leave Earth’s safe atmosphere. “What sort of event?”

“A bright flare of unknown energy, focused and they think coming from Alpha-Volantis-7’s largest moon.”

Anya glanced up to the long curve of the transparent shielding that formed the windows. The moon’s reflected light washed over her, soothing, and she pulled in a slow breath. Was that where her lovers came from? But her equipment had shown no signs of life on any of the white star’s planets and moons. “So,” she brought her attention back to the screen, “what do you want me to do?”

“Three of these flares have occurred over the past four hours. The lab rats can’t find a correlation yet, but they believe the next one will be in the next three hours.” Stanton’s mouth thinned. “Try and be awake for that event.”

Her supervisor cut the connection and a sharp burst of laughter broke from her. “Yes, I’ll try to stay awake, Stanton.” She stood and stretched her arms above her head, easing the ache of tired muscles, but unfortunately she was awake now. Unknotting the sheet, she threw it to the bed and padded into the small washing facility.

“Low lights,” she murmured, and a soft golden hue splashed over the metal walls, the sink and the clear, sealed shower cubicle. For her isolation, the Academy had allowed her the luxury of a water shower and she sighed as she palmed open the door. It sealed around her, ensuring no precious water vapor escaped. Jets splashed over her legs, belly, breasts, shoulders, hair and her hand edged the smooth wet walls to the alcove that held her soaps.

Lather ran in swift rivulets down her belly, the soft scent of almonds filling the warmed air. Anya sighed and turned her face to the rush of water above her head.

The sudden grip of hands at her ankles had her gasping and she spat water. “What the—”

The fingers tightened around her ankles and lips brushed her ear. “Silence.”

“They’re monitoring you.”

“We know.” His teeth nipped at her earlobe. “Now close your eyes and stay silent. We need to focus.”

Fingers gripped her wrists and lifted her arms above her head, and the bizarre sensation of being gripped by hands, stretching her, had a smile tugging at her mouth. Questions buzzed through her thoughts, but if she voiced them, her mysterious lovers would leave her, and she wasn’t quite ready for that.

A mouth closed over her breast, a pointed tongue teasing, rolling her nipple, and she bit at her lip. Another mouth took her other breast and Anya crushed her eyes against the sharp sparks of need rippling through her body.

“Why are you doing this to me?”
The thought ran clear in her mind.

“Ah, now you understand.”
A smile curved the mouth suckling her right breast.
“Voice, your movement, is so much effort. When we could be doing this…”

Hands gripped her thighs and a nose and tongue nuzzled between the cheeks of her ass. The tongue’s pointed tip teased her puckered hole and Anya let loose a string of silent expletives. Soft laughter rolled over her, prickling her skin, the rush of water stinging.

“Why me?”
The question burned sudden, sharp, and her belly coiled tight with need at the licking tongue pressing hard between her cheeks. The pressure, the promise of that clever tongue had her empty and aching. She wanted more of them, filling her, fucking her.

“Your flesh is beautiful, succulent, rich. And you enjoy us.”

“Who are you?”

“Energy. Unity. The Yalene.”

Hands gripped her hips, and the press of male hips against hers and the slide of a thick cock over her pussy had her moaning. He pushed, pushed harder, sliding into her and a collective groan, hers, theirs, washed over her, rising above the splash of the water.

“What do you want from me?”

“To explore you, your energy. And especially to do this…”

The hard thrust of the cock had her gasping, the hands still gripping her wrists and ankles holding her firm. It broke into a bone-melting rhythm with the tongue stealing into her ass in hot, twisting curls.

“We want to hold you and fuck you, Anya.”
His voice had dropped and the low growl flickered fire under her skin.
“We claim you. You’re ours.”

Anya fought to focus, to deny the spirals of need pulsing out from her belly, the need that had her breath short and her chest tight. The mouths on her breasts sucked and licked, their soft, satisfied growls firing through her. By everything unholy, they were driving her insane.
“Yours…?”
And she had to ask again.
“Why?”

Hot laughter burned over her wet skin. “
We’ve never known a creature like you, so responsive, so willing to let us do anything, everything… You’re addictive.”
The hands tightened on her hips and the thrusts became faster, harder, the ridges on its length sparking though her blood, curling the need wanting to tear through her.
“Now silence and let us love you.”

Warm hands slid over her jaw and caught in the wild strands of her hair. Lips brushed hers in a slow exploration, a tongue teasing across her teeth. He deepened the kiss and Anya almost groaned. All of them had the most talented tongues…
“How many of you are there?”

“As many as you need.”

Anya’s blood fired at the thought and the hands, the mouths teasing, playing with her body increased until every inch of her burned with someone’s touch and still they fucked her, warm flesh pressing against her, surrounding her, invading her.

She met the wild kiss, the only way she could respond to the insanity overwhelming her body. There was no taste of warning coal, only exotic spice and heat, and he met her tongue, teeth, lips with a desperation that matched her own, strong hands cupping her head, holding her. The pressure low in her belly tightened, coiled and the ache to come, grew, deepened.