Unmasked (6 page)

Nodding in agreement, Jett glanced at Locan. “That makes sense.” Then he focused once more on the cameraman. “I’m curious, though.” He grinned at the guy, who seemed way too calm and collected for all he’d witnessed tonight. “How is it that you’re not more upset by all this? And why are you the only one who escaped possession?”

The man’s grin was infectious as he shook his head. “Would you believe that The Trials of Moloch is my nine-year-old daughter’s favorite video game? I recognized the demons right off the bat . . . well, at least the little guys when they had their human avatars, because I play it all the time with Hannah. I’ve reached master status on it, and according to my daughter, that’s supposed to protect me from demonic possession.” He laughed as his gaze wandered to the tiny demons standing all around. “It appears to work.”

Jett had to agree. “Take care, and be on the lookout,” he said. “We’re seeing a lot more demonic activity than we used to, and a lot of it appears to be coming from video games. Not everyone’s as cool as these little guys.” He shook hands with the cameraman. Talk about a weird ending to an assignment.

Locan shook the man’s hand as well. Then he crouched down so that he was almost eye to eye with the group of small demons. “I bet you guys are ready to go home. Next time some demon promises you a good time away from the game, tell him no, okay? And, if you can, spread the word among your kind.”

Jett wrapped an arm around Addie. She obviously wasn’t fully recovered yet, but he knew she didn’t want to miss any of this. “Locan? Do you know how to send these guys home?”

“I do. C’mon. There’s a computer with a game console set up in the director’s trailer. That’s where they were all brought in.” Locan led the way. Addie, Jett, the cameraman, and the demons followed.

It was a simple matter, really. Locan turned on the game, went to the options panel, and found the system reset switch. “Thanks to all of you, and especially Ukopach,” he said.

The tiny demon preened.

He cocked one fair eyebrow and smiled at the group. “Are you ready?”

The video demons gathered close. Locan hit the reset button. There was a soft collective gasp, the demons turned to smoke, swirled into a small tornado of dark mist, and were sucked through the computer screen. Locan turned to Addie and grinned. “Mission accomplished.”

Shaking her head, Addie held on to Jett and reached for Locan. “Why does that phrase make me so damned nervous?”

Jett was still laughing when Addie said, “Home, please.” And just that quickly, there they were.

Chapter 7

Steam rose all around and the soft sounds of water bubbling in and more running out soothed even the aches and pains of her fight with Yush. With her eyes closed, Addie could imagine herself in an expensive spa somewhere, but why would she feel the need? This was so much better, floating in their bathing pool between her guys. How could any woman want more than two absolutely gorgeous men whose only goal was her pleasure? She sighed. Took a deep breath, let it out. Felt the soft lap of water against her face, over her arms and legs. Her muscles lost their tension and the steady thrumming of her heart slowed.

Locan slipped his hands beneath her and supported her shoulders. Jett stood between her legs and ran his hands over her thighs.

Neither of them said a word, but it was nice to know they worried about her. Yush’s claws had been tipped with poison, and her healing was moving slower than usual. Blinking, she opened her eyes and smiled at her men. “I already feel much better. You were right. The pool really helps.”

“We’re going to make you feel even better,” Jett said. He dipped low and came up with her knees hooked over his shoulders.

“We never should have left you alone to fight Yush.” Locan leaned over and kissed her. “I didn’t think he’d be able to see you as a shadow. Forgive me, Addie?”

She nipped at his lips. “Of course you’re forgiven. I never dreamed he’d find me, it wasn’t so much that he saw me.” Her eyes closed and she had to force herself to think. Damn but it felt good, floating and yet not. Held close by the two men she loved more than anything. “I think he sensed me. Heard my heartbeat. He stared at me, but he cocked his head. I had a feeling he might be listening for something. The way my heart was pounding, I wouldn’t be surprised if he heard it.”

“We should never have left you alone.” Jett slipped a bit closer as Locan’s big hands settled over her breasts. She arched into his touch, moaning softly.

“Probably,” she said, but her voice was barely a whisper. Did Jett hear her?

“No probably about it. Definitely.” Jett’s hands cupped her bottom and gently tugged her close. He dipped low in the warm water, pulled her even closer until her thighs rested on his shoulders. Jett’s breath tickled the sensitive lips of her sex. Locan’s hands cupped her breasts, kneading them gently, massaging their fullness, lightly pinching her nipples.

Then it was Jett’s tongue, sweeping through her folds, tickling over her clitoris, gently sucking that sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips. She arched her hips, falling into sensation, into Locan’s big warm hands, and now his lips taking one nipple into his mouth as he tugged the other with calloused fingers, rocking forward against Jett’s full lips, his tongue, his teeth worrying and teasing her labia, her clit, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His palms cupped her bottom, his long fingers explored the crease between her cheeks, the sensitive ring around her anus, pushing lightly, probing gently.

She was so relaxed, and yet at the same time her body quivered, filled with sensation, with the gentle ministrations of these two amazing men who loved her. Who had, once again, saved her. She felt her climax building, a slow climb to a pinnacle growing closer by the second. Jett straightened and then leaned over her with a huge smile on his face. His hands cupped her bottom, holding her for his penetration. She felt the silky head of his penis pushing against her thigh, then slipping closer to her center, finding her sheath all slick and ready. He filled her with a single long, slow thrust, sliding his hands under her back and lifting her body close against his.

She whimpered, a soft cry of pleasure that brought a bigger smile to Jett’s face, and grabbed his broad shoulders. Still thrusting in and out in a slow, steady rhythm, he carried her to the edge of the pool and lay her down on the damp stones. Then he planted his hands on either side of her hips, lowered his head and took her harder, faster . . . deeper, until his hips were moving back and forth like a piston and his thick cock touched the mouth of her womb on every forward stroke.

The breath rushed from her lungs and she clutched his powerful arms, holding on, holding him close. She glanced up and caught Locan grinning at her over Jett’s shoulder. She hadn’t realized where he’d gone, and suddenly Jett’s hard rhythm made more sense.

Locan was buried deep, fucking Jett, even directing Jett’s thrusts as he made love to her. And it was both of them—both of her men, loving her, loving one another.

This was what she needed. What she wanted. Addie set her thoughts free, opened her mind as much as possible to the two men she loved and gathered them into the deepest part of herself. Wide open, no secrets. Never from these two. She caught the first questing touch—Jett’s mind, opening to hers, and then Locan’s. A freedom of self as they shared sensations, experiences and memories.

She felt it as a blossoming, as if her heart and soul expanded to make room for both her men. As if the barriers and borders that had limited her identity to Addie suddenly encompassed Locan and Jett. They were one and yet three together, their bodies moving in such perfect synchronization that there was no he or she but only the three of them together, as one. She experienced the heated thrust of Jett’s cock filling her even as she felt the thick slide of Locan’s erection pressing deep inside Jett. She clenched around his full length, but she was Jett and those were his inner muscles tightening around the length and girth that was Locan.

This time, as the barriers tumbled down, there was no demonic world waiting, no particular place they had to access. No, this was a totally self-directed trip through one another’s hearts and souls. Through memories, dreams, and desires. It was good—so damned good—that as Addie’s orgasm spiraled toward climax, as Jett and Locan’s collective sensations looped into and around each other and Addie, she was aware of an even deeper sharing, a deeper connection than they’d ever felt before.

This was good. It was all good, to be bathed in the love of both her men even as her body spiraled higher, hotter, farther into sensation than she’d imagined possible. She felt Locan as if he made love to her, not to Jett. Experienced Jett’s deep love for the man he’d once hated, and the amazing love, the need to protect, the desire to keep forever the woman who was their fulcrum.

Balanced on the precipice of climax, Addie almost laughed with the thought that her job was to keep her men in balance, and yet she was jumping first, taking both of them with her over the edge.

* * *

Jett pulled Addie off the ledge and into the water while her body still clenched and rippled with the final spasmodic reaction to her climax. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs tightened around his waist. Her heels rested on Locan’s hips. The tight rippling of her vaginal muscles around Jett’s cock kept him hard and made his own climax last even longer, feel even stronger.

Of course, Locan was still buried deep inside his ass. Jett felt the rhythmic pulsing as his partner continued in the final spasms of his climax. Locan’s face was pressed against Jett’s back, his lips tracing kisses along his spine. His hands were locked on Jett’s hips, but his tight grip kept him close, held him deep. Jett didn’t mind a bit. In fact, he didn’t want him to let go . . . not for as long as he could hang on.

Locan finally raised his head from Jett’s back. “Should we move this to the bed?”

Jett laughed. “How about later. I’m starved.” He leaned forward and kissed Addie. “Feeling better?”

“Hungry, but everything’s healed. Nothing hurts.” She pressed her forehead against his and sighed. “Guys? We did it that time. We did a total link. It was good. Really good.” She kissed Jett, leaned over his shoulder and kissed Locan. “I love you both so much. You saved me today. Well, you and Ukopach.” She chuckled softly. “I wonder how he is? I was actually getting attached to the little bastard.”

“There’s a way we can check.” Locan cocked an eyebrow at Jett and grinned at Addie. “Get dressed first, and let’s grab something to eat.”

* * *

The three of them walked through the door of the megaplex computer store. Addie shot a quick glance at Locan, but he headed straight to the back of the building without any hesitation at all. She’d been worried about appearing in public with the guys—they were, after all, not quite human—but somehow, in here, they fit right in.

She saw clerks and customers with purple, green, blue or red hair and so many piercings that she wondered if they’d ever tried to get through security at an airport. Fascinated, she spun about, taking a second look at a young woman with a huge gold loop in her cheek, turquoise hair and black lips. She was ringing up a sale for a guy who looked similar to Locan with pale skin and long silvery hair.

Jett grabbed her arm, laughing. “Quit staring. Your eyes are going to fall out on the floor.”

“But he looks like Locan. His skin, his hair . . .”

Shaking his head, Jett dragged her behind him, rushing to catch up with their partner. “He’s part of another demon hunting team. We all shop here because we fit in so well.”

Addie was still trying to figure out why demon hunting teams needed to shop for computers when Locan stopped in front of a huge display.

“Here it is.”

He pointed to a console with a large screen and a group of joysticks, and grabbed a game box off the shelf below it. “We need this and maybe a few others. This is the second confirmed outbreak of computer-generated demons that we know of. It’s a problem that’s not going to go away.”

After paying for everything with perfectly normal-looking cash, they found a quiet spot next to the store, out of range of security cameras, and
thought
themselves home.

Bemused, Addie sat back on the floor in the main living area of their cavern with her legs folded akimbo and ankles crossed, and watched while the guys set up the system. “There’s nowhere to plug it in. How do you plan to power the thing?”

Locan merely grinned and turned the system on. It booted up without any problem at all. “We always have what we need,” he said, fiddling with the controls and loading The Trials of Moloch
.

One of those questions she wasn’t sure she really wanted the answer to. Of course, they had a refrigerator that kept things cold, and plumbing that worked, and . . .

The graphics loaded. Swords clashed and loud music pulled Addie out of her questions and into the game. Demons filled the screen. Addie leaned closer. “I recognize those guys. Look. There’s Moloch. But you killed him . . . how?” She pointed at the huge, fearsome creature Locan had beheaded.

“That’s his CGI version.” Locan pointed at another demon in the upper corner. “Recognize that little guy? That’s the one Jett zapped off the Hollywood sign. They might have died here, but not in the game’s dimension.”

“But where’s Ukopach? Do you see him?” Addie searched the screen. “I hope he’s okay.”

Suddenly a familiar little demon broke away from the crowd, faced the screen and smiled. “Ukopach is fine.”

“What?” Slapping a hand over her mouth, Addie stared at the silvery-eyed demon who stared back at her, right out of the screen. “Ukopach? Is that you?”

He nodded vigorously. “It’s me.” And then he was
stepping through the screen. Standing in front of the damned thing.
Smiling like nothing was at all unusual. “Thank you for sending me home. It’s good to be back where I belong.” He jumped up on Addie’s bent knee, leaned close and threw his arms around her neck. “Next time you fight the bad demons, call me. Ukopach will help.”

He planted a big wet kiss on her mouth, jumped back to the ground, waved and leapt into the screen. Addie had to consciously think of shutting her mouth before her teeth clicked shut. “How’d he do that? How’d you make the thing run without power? How . . . ?”

Jett glanced at Locan and shrugged. “Because we needed to? I don’t know. Sometimes things just work here, in really special ways.”

Locan laughed. “And sometimes they don’t.” He glanced at the screen and turned the console off, and then grabbed some of the games they’d bought. Glancing at the packages with their brightly colored graphics, he shook his head, frowning. “I recognize a lot of these guys. Are they copies of real demons, or are we fighting more video demons than we realize?”

Jett sighed. “I’m wondering if real demons are using the CGI demons as a gateway. That opens up a lot of possibilities, not at all good. They’re not all going to be as likeable as Ukopach. The R-rated games will have guys more like Demonikus.”

Addie raised her head as a horrible thought hit her. “The video demons you killed are alive again, inside their games. Do you think Demonikus will be back?”

Locan cursed softly. “Quite possibly. I hadn’t even thought of that.”

Jett merely shrugged. “There’ll always be demons, video-generated or creatures from Hell. There’s not that much difference. Look at it as job security. We’re never going to run out of demons. And I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of Ukopach, either.”

Addie grinned and held out her hands. Jett grabbed one; Locan took the other. “That’s good about Ukopach, I think. I like knowing there’s a demon on our side.”

Jett pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly. “I like knowing you’re on my side. That you’ve got my back.” He slung an arm over Locan’s shoulders and hugged him close. “And you, as well.”

Still wrapped in Jett’s embrace, Addie glanced at the game console. The screen was black, but she knew Ukopach was in there, somewhere. Along with demons of every shape and size. Some good, most not so good. Jett called it job security. Maybe he was right.

As long as she had her guys, as long as they had her—that’s what mattered.