Possess Me (9 page)

THE TWO MEN SHARED A SPEAKING GLANCE, AND BEN GOT
to his knees. “Turn around, Allegra. Look at me.”

His blue eyes held a strange mixture of melancholy and desire, mirroring what she was feeling. She couldn’t stop her body’s reaction to what she’d just experienced, what she was about to experience. But a part of her regretted her need, and the fact that Rousseau might hate her for giving in to it.

Ben smiled, his hands cupping her jaw. “He wants you, Legs. They both do.” His expression heated. “Hell, I do, too. But this is all I’ll get, sweet Allegra. All I’ll ever ask for. And all of a sudden I’m wondering why I didn’t snatch you up for myself.”

Her brow furrowed. What was it he was asking of her? What did they want her to do? She felt the hot, sweet breath on the nape of her neck, heard foil tearing behind her as she got her answer.

Bone Daddy’s harsh growl sent a powerful shudder down her spine. “Every dirty and depraved thing I want. That’s what you said. Well, now I want you to bend over and suck Ben right down your sweet little throat. Suck him dry while I fill your ass with my cock.”

Was she really going to do this? This was Ben in front of her, her confidant. Her friend. It was Rousseau she wanted. Right? Then why was she so aroused by the sight of Ben Adair’s naked flesh? One man at a time was more than enough for her. Had always been. Was she any different than Rousseau’s loose father?

“I can hear you thinking,
cher
. If you left one man’s bed to go to another you could worry. We know who and what you want. And all
we
want is to please you. Taste him, Allegra. Let me watch.”

Allegra whimpered, her skin flushing with revealing heat. Ben’s smile grew knowing, and he reached for the bowl. “Honey rum. Your research must have taught you how much the spirits love rum.”

Rousseau reached over his shoulder to dip his fingers in the liquid. “The others haven’t tasted Allegra. She’s far more intoxicating.” She felt him trace damp lines on her lower back, the cheeks of her ass.

Ben drenched his own fingers with the liqueur, drizzling it on his hard shaft. It smelled delicious. Her mouth watered and she grabbed his wrist, pulling his fingers to her open mouth and licking them clean.

Bone Daddy growled against her shoulder, and Ben’s fingers tensed in her mouth.

“Shit, Legs.” He gathered her hair gently in one fist, holding it back from her face. Ever the gentleman. She released his fingers and bent over his lap, the rum making her lips tingle.

Allegra trembled between them, her body wound tight with excitement, with desire. She slowly, teasingly licked the sweet, sticky liquid off the head of Ben’s cock, bending lower to reach the base of his shaft with her tongue. Salty and sweet. Potent. “What I saw in the club . . . were those just my fantasies?”

Bone Daddy chuckled behind her. “No,
cher
. Your fantasy was to watch. And to be with me. You saw what the others wanted, but were too afraid to take.”

She thought so. She looked up at Ben, her lips coated with cum, her heart pounding. “You’re wrong about her, Ben. She does want you. That night? I was watching her doing this to you.” She opened her mouth wide over his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep inside.

She heard the surprise in Ben’s inhalation, felt his erection grow in her mouth. His fingers pressed against her temple, and she knew he was sensing the truth of what she’d said about Michelle, even as he reveled in the feel of her mouth.

The last of the rum had just disappeared beneath her tongue when she felt it. Rousseau was licking
her
skin, tasting the rum he’d drawn on her flesh. She arched against his mouth.

He reached for something beside her, and then a different, cooler liquid poured between the cheeks of her ass. Strong, callused fingers rubbed it in, and then his thumb pressed against her once more. But gently. Hesitantly.

Allegra raised her head to look over her shoulder at Rousseau struggling against the Loa once more. He’d bitten his lip so hard it was bleeding. His struggle for restraint was clear for her to see as he watched her with Ben. But if they wanted to please her, he had to stop holding back his own passions. And she knew just what to do.

“I want you to fuck me, Rousseau. Any way you want. Any way Bone Daddy wants.”

His voice was guttural. “You’ve never been taken this way. We have to go slow. You need to be prepared.”

She smiled into eyes that were momentarily hazel. “If you go slow I may kill you. You’d never hurt me. Either of you.” She repeated the words she’d heard earlier. “Don’t think, Celestin ‘Bone Daddy’ Rousseau. Just feel.”

The golden glow returned and his eyes narrowed. “No more outs,
cher
. I won’t hold back. It’s not in my nature.”

She knew. God help her, she knew.

Ben’s fist tightened on her hair and she turned back toward his approving expression, bending down to take him in her mouth once more, breathing deeply to calm her racing heart.

Allegra closed her eyes, her senses on overload. The taste of honey rum and Ben filled her mouth. The feeling of Rousseau behind her, his massive erection sliding between the cheeks of her ass, the lube he’d applied coating him as well.

He spread her cheeks apart with his hot hands, the tip of his cock pushing slowly inside, stretching her. Despite his warning, he took his time.

“Ahh.” The pressure was intense, but so was her arousal.

The intimacy of the moment was startling. She hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t expected her emotions to be in such turmoil. She wanted to pull away, or push closer. She wanted to cry, to beg him to speed up, to take her hard and fast.

“Sweet Allegra. Warrior queen.
Yes
. Open for me. Take everything.” One hand gripped her hip, while the other slid up her spine to hold her shoulder, pulling her back toward him. Allegra cried out around Ben’s shaft, feeling impaled as Rousseau filled her completely. She wasn’t the warrior he thought she was. She wasn’t sure she could take much more.

“You are,
cher
. And it will never be enough.” His rough rasp scraped over her flesh, the need in his voice twisting her heart. And then she couldn’t think, could only feel as he began to pump his hips against her.

Her body felt stretched out, hyper-aware, her nerves strung tight. Light burst behind her eyes at the painful pleasure. Shallow thrusts grew to deep, powering drives inside her, his tightening grip the only thing keeping her grounded.

She sucked Ben’s cock deeper into her mouth, feeling him hit the back of her throat, his moan mingling with hers. With Bone Daddy’s.

Ben’s free hand reached down to pluck at her nipples, squeezing the sensitive tips hard, the way she loved it. She slipped her fingers between her thighs, thrusting two inside her sex, feeling Rousseau’s cock on the other side of the thin barrier. She pressed against it.

“No,
cher
. Mercy,
please
, you mustn’t—”

“Yeah, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Ben’s cry of passion mixed with Rousseau’s agonized plea, both sounding like white noise to Allegra as the lightning struck her body again. She sensed the energy arc between the three of them, as though she were the conduit of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Rousseau’s hands burned into her flesh. He began to pull out of her just as Ben pulled her head away from his cock, his own fist pumping once, then twice before he came in his hand.

Allegra only had time for a moment’s regret for not getting to taste him. In the blink of an eye Ben disappeared with a shocked shout. She spun around, her body still shaken from her earth-shattering climax, to see Bone Daddy holding Ben by the throat, his feet dangling in the air. She shook her head, trying to focus. No human man was that strong.

“What? Jesus, Rousseau!” Ben choked out his surprise, but nothing swayed the angry Loa.

“She does not belong to you. She will never belong to you. Not her mouth, not her body. You will
never
have her. Your price has been paid.”

It didn’t even sound human, that voice. A moment’s fear shimmered up Allegra’s spine, but she pushed it away. Ben was turning purple. “Stop this right now.” She crawled off the bed and put her hand on one of Rousseau’s bulging arms.

“He was thinking—”

“Private thoughts during an orgasm. Thoughts people don’t usually share. Unless you have a piggybacking spirit along for the ride.”

He growled, but lowered the wheezing Ben to the ground, releasing him. Allegra’s shoulders slumped in relief, and then tensed again when his golden glare turned her way. “I’ll kill him if he touches you again.”

“I don’t think Rousseau would like that very much.” She watched his expression turn to one of confusion. “And I know I wouldn’t.”

He stepped away from her, looking down at Ben, who was still clutching his neck protectively. He shook his head. “This isn’t what I wanted.” His eyes rolled back, and Rousseau /Bone Daddy collapsed on the floor like a sack of potatoes.

“Rousseau!” Allegra fell to her knees beside him, her fingers searching his neck for a pulse. It was faint, but there.

“That was incredibly promising.”

Ben’s hoarse voice brought Allegra’s head whipping over her shoulder in shock. “He almost killed you, Ben. How is that promising?”

He came to kneel beside her, his gaze dropping to the still body on the wood floor. “I told you, this isn’t the first time we’ve shared a woman. I’ve seen BD in action enough to know that this”—he pointed toward Rousseau—“is
not
the norm. Bone Daddy’s MO is kinky, but fixed. He fulfills the deepest, darkest secret desires of whatever woman he’s with, gaining energy from every climax, and then he sends them off with a smile on their face and a little something extra. Some change in their lives. Like your leg.”

Allegra’s hand instinctively moved to her left thigh. It was a powerful talent, being able to give a person anything, everything they wanted. The allure was almost irresistible. Almost. “He said it was temporary.”

“Unless he decides it isn’t.” Ben sighed. “He always gives a gift to his lovers. That part of the rumor is true. He’ll never come, but the next day you may win the lottery.”

Awareness throbbed painfully in her temples. He hadn’t come. In fact, when it looked like he might a few minutes ago, he’d seemed concerned. Scared.

No. It couldn’t be true. Rousseau’s cryptic words on the phone came back to her in a rush. “He’s
never
come? Wait a second, are you telling me that in
seven years
you’ve never seen him have an orgasm?”

Ben shook his head. “Rousseau told me on a rare night when he allowed me to get him drunk. He’d started railing at his father for sticking him with a Loa who needed other people’s orgasms to survive, but never let
him
come.”

And those times she’d watched him through her window. He
always
had an erection. It wasn’t because he got aroused at the drop of a hat. He was just never allowed relief. She rose up on her knees, gripping Ben’s shoulders excitedly. “Is there anything that can hold a Loa? Silver? Candle wax? Anything?”

Ben’s expression was wary. “Well, he isn’t a werewolf, Allegra. He’s a spirit. A strong spirit, and his powers . . .” He shrugged. “I don’t know, Legs. I’m not sure anyone’s ever tried to hold one. Not anyone I’ve ever heard of.”

“Not that you’ve—haven’t you ever
tried
to help Rousseau get rid of his spirit?”

He jerked as though she’d slapped him. “You have no idea what I’ve done for him. What I would do. Do you think I want him to be controlled by the Loa’s passions forever? I am not immune to BD’s talents. He allows me in at his leisure, but as you can see, he rarely lets down his guard.”

Allegra ran a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry, Ben. I have no right. And I’m not one to talk.”

She didn’t have time for this. He could wake up at any moment. “Does Rousseau have ropes or chains? Maybe we can use belts . . .” She stood up, looking around the room.

“No. Nothing like that.” He paused. “Of course, there are those handcuffs.”

“Handcuffs?”

Ben blushed. “They’re under the bed, connected to the posts. There was this blonde who liked—”

Allegra held up her hand. “Stop. Talking. Now. Handcuffs, huh? Why didn’t you say so in the first place? Help me get him to the bed before he wakes up.”

“What is going on in that brain of yours, Legs?”

She took Rousseau’s legs and grunted. Man, he was heavy. “Ever seen
The Exorcist
?”

Ben huffed, his muscles straining as he half carried, half dragged his friend toward the bed. “Yeah. So?”

“This will be nothing like that.”

“No more than anyone in love, Legs. Are
you
sure you want me to leave?” Ben looked worried.

Allegra shrugged, climbing up onto the bed and straddling Rousseau’s thighs. He was still hard. Even when he was sleeping. “No. But I think he’d like it. It might help him drop his guard.”