Demon of Desire (3 page)

“I have no idea.”

“Can we call Marrett? He can tell us how to get rid of the
demon, can’t he?” Enos asked.

Baen already had his cell phone in his hand. “No signal.
Imagine that. Fuckin’ cell towers.” He walked back to Sin, picked up her hand
and studied the burn. “We should put something on this. You think the demon got
inside her?”

“I’m not sure.” Gower shifted his weight and looked down at
the carving. “I never heard how the demon gets in the icon, so I’ve no clue how
it gets out.”

“Well, we need to figure something out. What do we know
about Suthu?” Baen asked.

“Other than she fucks men, then kills them?” Enos parked a
hip on the edge of the bed nearest the door. “I never asked. It’s not one of
those things you think you’ll need to know two centuries down the road. I
remember reading about it when Jack the Ripper was littering the streets of
London.”

Sin shifted her feet and rolled on her side before her eyes
fluttered open. Gower hurried to her. “Sin? How are you feeling?”

From a corner of the ceiling, Sin looked down on the action
below her. Was she dead? Her body lay motionless, yet the men said she had a
pulse. How did she end up like this, and how the hell could she get back inside
her body?

“Gower, I’m here,” she called down but no one reacted.
“Hey!”

Waving her legs got her nowhere, not an inch closer to her
body. She pushed against the ceiling, but her hands passed through the
dark-stained wood. What the hell had happened to her?

When her body began to stir on the bed, Sin waited to be
pulled back in, or whatever it was called. But it was as if her body had a mind
of its own. As it sat up and stretched, an odd sensation washed through her.
Lust, hunger and a powerful urge to kill.

Kill?

Below, her body turned toward Enos and smiled, licking her
lips. “Don’t you look delicious.” Crawling across the bed, she reached for his
belt.

Enos jumped up and backed away. “Fuck, Suthu got her all
right!”

“How do we destroy the demon?” Gower also stepped out of
reach.

Sin called out again. “Who is Suthu? What do you mean, he
has me?”

No one answered. She shoved against the wall behind her with
a grunt but didn’t move. On the bed, her body pulled off her t-shirt and tossed
it on the floor. As Sin watched, it became clear this Suthu-being controlled
her body. What the fuck?

“Come on, guys, let’s have some fun.” On her knees, Suthu
popped the button on her jeans and dragged the zipper down, nibbling her lower
lip as she eyed the men. Her grinding pelvis rivaled a stripper’s moves.

“Careful, guys,” Gower said. “This isn’t going to be an easy
fight.”

“No shit.” Baen adjusted the crotch of his pants.

Down to her bra and panties, Suthu looked straight at Baen,
plucking her bra straps off her shoulders one at a time. She reached back and
popped the hooks, her other hand holding the cups in place. “You know you want
me.”

She let the bra drop.

Sin looked on in shock. She felt her heavy breasts swell,
her nipples tingle, but couldn’t force her arms to cover her flesh. Good God,
she had to stop herself—her body—before this got any crazier. “But how do I
stop it?”

“You can’t.” Her aunt’s voice came to her from a few feet to
her left. The woman hovered, much as Sin did, just below the ceiling. “You
can’t get your body back until Suthu decides to leave.”

“But look what she’s doing. No, don’t look!” Embarrassment
heated Sin’s cheeks at the realization her aunt could see what was happening as
clearly as she could. Her naked, fleshy body moved like a cat in heat.

Suthu had her thumbs inside her panties and was inching them
down one side at a time. “Who gets to go first, hmm?”

“Gower, what’s the plan? We need to do something while we
still have the power.” Enos rubbed the back of his neck as if that was the part
of his body that needed attention.

Enos and Baen both had bulges in their pants. Gower had his
back to Sin, so she couldn’t tell for certain, but she assumed he did, too. She
squelched the part of her that said he’d better. She didn’t want to know how
much they were enjoying her body. Watching the whole scene made her feel
squeamish.

Gower wiped his hand down his face. “The only way I’ve heard
of a demon leaving a body is when the body died.”

“
What
?” Sin’s shrieked question was echoed by the
brothers.

“There’s another way,” Aunt Absinthe said softly. “Suthu
went back in the fetish after she killed my fiance.”

She studied her aunt, wondering if she understood the
implication correctly. Either Sin had to die or the men did. The fetish had to
be one of the things Great-Aunt Absinthe’s father had brought back from
wherever he traveled. What had freed it in the first place?

An odd noise somewhere between a purr and a growl came from
Suthu as she approached Enos. Her hand cupped his groin and she leaned in to
bite his neck. He grabbed her shoulders and shoved. “Fuck, guys, what do we do?
Somebody think of something.”

The demon lashed out, her nails slashing Gower’s cheek. He
spun away and Sin saw his eyes glow red. He hissed, and his canine teeth
lengthened.

“What…?” Sin’s brain hazed over, no longer wanting to see
what was happening. “He’s a—”

“Vampire. All three are,” her aunt finished. “This might be
your answer. I wish I had thought of that years ago. Maybe the demon can’t kill
them.”

Sin blinked.
Focus.
She became aware that her pussy
was wet, responding to the seduction the demon attempted. Suthu toyed with her
breasts, pinching and tugging her nipples. A pale hand dragged over her paler,
rounded belly and between her legs, her hips rocking forward.

Suthu dropped to her knees in front of Gower, yanked his
zipper down and groped for his cock. Her throaty cackle announced her find and
she tugged it free. “So big and wet, just the way I like them.”

He groaned when his cock disappeared in the demon’s mouth.
She took his entire length in one move. When she cupped his ass cheek, he
seemed to snap out of her spell. Prying her jaws away from his flesh, he jumped
back out of reach.

“Mine,” the demon whined. “My cock. Let me suck you. You
know you’ll like it.”

Sin cringed watching herself—her body—beg for sex. Had she
ever felt this horny? Her breasts begged to be touched, her labia were swollen,
pulsing with need. She had no control over anything that happened, no chance to
scratch the sexual itch or save face and get the hell out of the room. She was
not ready to die, which seemed to be the only way this possession would end.

Chapter Three

Gower battled with his body’s desires, part of him wanting
nothing more than to come in Sin’s mouth. Suthu’s mouth, he reminded himself.
As tempting as her wet, swollen lips were, they weren’t worth the price of his
life. Yanking on a handful of her hair, he pulled himself free and zipped his
jeans.

The musky scent of Suthu’s arousal hit him. Fuck, he wished
he’d sampled some of that earlier, before the demon showed up. The erotic aroma
made him weak. A wave of dizziness washed over him. The truth hit like a punch
in his gut. “I need to eat. I’m getting shaky.”

Baen stepped closer to Gower as if to protect him. “We’ve
got to deal with this quickly, so we can get home and get some blood.”

“I’m getting lightheaded, too,” Enos complained. He skirted
around Suthu’s reaching arm. “She must be doing something to drain our energy.
Maybe if we knock her out. Maybe that’s all that Sin needs to take her body
back.”

“Wouldn’t someone have figured that out a few centuries
ago?” Baen picked up the lamp off the nightstand, holding it at the ready.

“How do we know they didn’t?”

Gower grunted in agreement. “Unless you’ve got a better
idea, I say we try it.” He circled behind her, trying to suppress the urge to
bite her ass. That had nothing to do with the need to feed, the curved white
cheeks just begged to be explored. How the fuck was he supposed to think
straight when what little blood he had was in his cock?

“Enos, you come at her from the front and grab her arms,
I’ll come in from behind and grab her legs. Once we have her, Baen, hit her
good.”

“And try to miss us,” Enos added.

Gower counted to three and they jumped at the demon. He
locked his fists around her ankles, tightening even as the demon kicked.

“Hurry, Baen. Do it!” Gower grabbed around her thighs,
tackling Suthu.

The demon shrieked, her keening wail sounding sharp enough
to shatter the windows. She tugged and wrestled, kicking Gower in the gut. Enos
fought against her arms.

Baen swung the lamp but Suthu ducked and he almost smacked
Enos in the face. “Hold her still.”

“I can’t.” Enos jerked her wrists and tried to roll on top
of her.

Gower lifted her legs. “Let’s get her onto the bed, tie her
down.”

They wrestled the wriggling demon onto the bed and took
turns holding her in place while Gower tied her limbs to the bedposts using
scarves from the aunt’s dresser.

Lying spread-eagle, surrounded by the men, Suthu continued
to curse and struggle to free herself. Still feeling the wooziness from lack of
nourishment, Gower tried to figure out what to do next. As Suthu bucked, her
glistening pussy open and available, it took all his strength not to bite a
vein or fuck her, whichever need hit him stronger.

Enos rested on the edge of the nightstand. “Fuck, she looks
so damn sexy, tied up like that. I have to keep reminding myself it’s the
demon. Not Sin.”

“No shit,” Baen agreed.

“I can smell her blood, so hot. It makes me so hungry.” Enos
leaned closer and inhaled again.

Suthu screeched and yanked at both arms. The wooden bedframe
groaned.

“Damn it, the demon’s too strong. She’s going to destroy the
bed!” Gower jumped away and looked for the lamp Baen had dropped. Grabbing it,
he held it high and prepared to strike if she got free.

Suthu’s face reddened as she tugged at her arms and legs.
The scarves holding her began to tear. Amid the brothers’ shouts, and groans of
the bedposts, the sound of rending fabric filled the air.

She was free. The demon launched herself off the mattress,
diving at Baen, taking him to the floor. Dropping the lamp, Gower fell on top
of her, locking his arms around her shoulders and entrapping her arms from
behind. He rolled away from Baen. Enos pinned her legs with his own, lying over
the length of her. Again he sniffed at her neck.

Sin cringed as she watched from above and moved reflexively
as if she could control her body. Enos seemed to smile as his fangs appeared.
He moaned and dropped his face to the demon’s neck. A moment later he lifted
his head, licking blood off his pale lips.

Suthu changed. Her hips rocked sensually. She whimpered like
a lover begging for completion, attempting to roll over but no longer fighting.

“That did something,” Gower said.

Enos bent down and drank some more. To Sin it felt as if
someone tongued her pussy. Hot, throbbing shards of ecstasy shot through her.
The demon thrust her ass back against Gower.

“It’s working.”

Moaning, Enos pulled back. “Fresh blood. No plastic
aftertaste.” His eyes closed, yet he continued to hold the demon by the neck.

Baen bent down and drank briefly from her vein. “Gower, you
drink, too. Just enough to make Suthu think she’s dying. We can make her one of
us if we don’t kill her.”

Suthu writhed as if offering up her body. Sin felt close to
orgasm, a higher peak than Tim had ever carried her to. Her need was obscene.

The demon began to wail, her struggles increasing. Baen
tightened his hold at her ankles as Gower slipped out from underneath her.
“Hurry. Just a little more blood loss should drive Suthu out.”

Gower lowered his face to her neck and the room began to
grow fuzzy around Sin. When he bit his own wrist and held it to Suthu’s lips,
Sin felt the cool liquid of his blood over her tongue. Yet the room was
slipping away from her. Awareness dimmed. Hazy. Darker. Black.

Baen pulled the quilt over Sin’s nude, pale body and
fingered the ragged bite marks on her neck. “You guys could have been neater
about it.”

Enos snarled. “You try feasting on a demon. I’m lucky I
didn’t slash her throat.”

Gower felt for her pulse before tucking her arm under the
quilt. “She’s breathing awfully shallow.”

Watching her still form, Baen ran a hand through his hair.
He needed a shower. He needed to eat. He needed Sin to waken. “How do you think
she’ll take it?”

“Take what?” Enos glared. “The fact that she’s still alive?”

“Maybe the fact that she’s undead,” Baen barked back.

“What choice did we have? Suthu wasn’t leaving while the
body was still alive.”

Gower raised a hand in a placating motion. “He’s right.
There were no options. We’ll just have to help her accept that.”

Baen studied his brothers, both of whom appeared wan,
drained. While he looked younger, it was only because he’d been the first
turned, nine years before Enos and twenty-one before Gower. Once they became
vampires, they’d ceased to age. They were triplets; he was oldest by forty
minutes. Somewhere along the line, he had assumed the role of big brother as
was his due by that minute passage of time. “In the meantime we need to eat.
And feed Sin.”

“And figure out what to do about Suthu.”

All three men turned to the dresser where the sandstone icon
lay atop the cotton wadding. There was no way to tell if the demon had returned
to the carving, but it was safe to make that assumption. History told them it
had.

Gower spoke first. “I should take it to Marrett.”

“Yeah,” Baen agreed. “Why don’t you do that, and Enos, you
stop by the house and pick up some blood packs for our dinner. Can you get
there and back safely in the storm?”