Soul Debt: Paid in Full
Number in Series: 1
Author: Megan Slayer
Word Count: 12K
Page Count: 40
Release Date: February 22, 2013
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George - have i mentioned this cover rocks? It does!! So hard!
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal
Themes: Gay, Dark Desire
Ever danced with the Devil? I have.
You know how people make deals with God? I made one with the Devil. For what, you ask? A boyfriend. Little did I know, the Devil would not only take me up on the deal, but make it worth both our whiles -- just not in the way I'd imagined. Turns out, nothing in my world is what it seemed.
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I massaged my temples. Someone stood outside my apartment door thumping away. If it was the neighbors again, fucking in the hallways... I'd like to say I'd scream, but I'd probably stand there and watch. I mean, Adam and Alex are the two hottest men I can think of.
Part of me wanted to leave them alone. The other part dangling between my legs wanted to watch. Oh, what the hell.
I opened the door. "Holy Christ."
"Not Christ. Not by a long shot." The Devil stood at my door, arms folded and thick black hair waving in the breeze. I shivered and he inclined his head. Not a red-skinned half man, half beast like I'd envisioned. Nope. This Devil was handsome. A little taller than me, just like I liked, and filled out with muscle.
He crinkled his brow. "You know why I'm here. Turn around with your hands on the wall. Pay up."
Alex and Adam swore the Devil would come for me. They said engaging in our threesomes was deliciously devious and sexy. How in the hell was I to complain or say no? Right. I didn't. Every Friday I went to their apartment, and we did anything and everything to each other. Now the Devil wanted in? Sure. Wonder if Alex and Adam would want in?
"Excuse me." The Devil tipped my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. "You owe me. You don't think I'd sit back and watch you fuck two of my best minions without getting in the middle, do you, Nicky?"
"No." I didn't. I knew he'd come calling... but wait. Alex and Adam were minions? That made more sense. They probably saw it as their calling to entice me. Oh, well. I liked being enticed.
"Turn around and give me what I want." His voice wasn't a roar, but I felt the insistence just the same.
I complied and stifled the grin. I knew damn well what he wanted -- my ass, all for his pleasure. Worked for me. I wanted it as hard and fast as he'd give it. I popped the button on my pants, then flattened my hands on the hallway wall.
"We could go into my apartment," I offered. I'm good at being bad, but sometimes bad can get you arrested. "Or won't the neighbors see?"
"Let me worry about them."
The next sound I heard was the tearing of denim. The shriek of fabric ripping split the air. Damn it. I liked those jeans, too. A whoosh of cool air caressed my bare ass. I spread my legs and wriggled my butt. My asshole puckered and my nerve endings tingled. Shit. I wanted this fuck more than I'd realized.
The Devil spread his hand over mine. His warm breath tickled my ear. He massaged my bare rump with his free hand. "You like dancing with the Devil?"
"Yeah." I closed my eyes and gasped for air. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't breathe.
"What do you want for your trouble?" He speared one finger into my ass.
I grunted at the burn from his invasion and bore down on him. "Love." I didn't have to think, just feel.
"Is that all?" He stroked me from within, curling his finger and massaging my prostate.
I rode his finger and moaned. Earlier I had cared who might catch us. Now? The entire world could've been standing there, and I wouldn't have noticed. My balls tingled. Maybe I did want the world to watch.
"More," I panted.
"Greedy little shit." The Devil added another finger and spread me wider. My brain waves fizzled.
I clawed at the wall and groaned. I'd come from his finger-fucking if I wasn't careful.
"Not yet. Don't want to waste this by coming too fast now, do you?"
He'd read my damned mind. Fuck.
The Devil pulled his fingers from my ass and wound the fingers from his other hand in my hair. He yanked my head back, arching my body to the position he wanted. I heard a slapping noise, but wasn't sure what it was.
"You want love, hmm?" The blunt head of his cock breached my asshole. The burn from before grew and segued into pleasure. I said I like it hard. "A nice little cock to fill your ass every night. That's what you want?" He pushed in farther, forcing me open.
I exhaled and relaxed. "Yes, Sir."
"Sir," he said, almost as if we weren't in the middle of fucking. "I like that." His grasp on my hair tightened. "Ask me."
Ask him? With him in my butt, he wanted me to use rational sentences? Jesus. His pubic hairs brushed my ass cheeks, and his balls slapped against mine.
"Tell me what you want." He swatted my hip. "Ask."