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  “Ahh,” came his sigh.

  Matt’s hand worked through her hair, pulling, pushing as she licked and sucked him, swallowing hard on his cock. She pulled Stephen closer, until the head of his cock brushed against her cheek. Slipping off Matt, she took Stephen into her mouth, giving him the same attention she’d given to the lycan.

  She gazed up at Matt, his hand still fisting her hair. His eyes were closed, as if shutting away everything but Maya. She didn’t want him to ignore Stephen, to pretend he wasn’t there. She slipped the tip of his cock into her mouth, alongside the incubus’. Matt opened his eyes, heat pouring from his gaze.

  Since returning from the Ozarks, the three of them hadn’t slept together as a threesome often. The whole thing still made Matt uneasy. Maya slid both cocks between her lips, then licked each tip. She stood in front of both men and shed her clothing. She placed a hand on Stephen’s cheek, then the other on Matt’s.

  Turning to Matt, she said, “I want you to eat my pussy, while…” She turned to Stephen. “…you fuck me.” She’d never been so bold with her request, usually just happy to go along with whatever the men in her life wanted to do, but after the day she’d had, she decided life was too short not to ask for what she wanted.

  Both men blinked. Stephen looked confounded. “But I…”

  She put her finger to his lips. “I know you do. Which is why I want Matt to do it. He always gets to fuck, while you get to suck. It’ll be a nice change of pace, don’t you think? Besides, I’m not really feeling all that trusting right now.”

  Matt’s face turned red. “I do have some control, you know.”

  “Yeah, that of a six-week-old puppy. Are we really going to fight? Or are you guys going to make me come?”

  “Fine,” Matt grumbled.

  Maya turned with Matt, him facing her, her facing the bed. Stephen came up behind, his hands dragging along her hips, the sides of her thighs, then inside her thighs. He slid his finger into her pussy. “So hot and wet,” he whispered against her neck.

  Matt kissed down her chest, taking each of her nipples into his mouth, tugging with his teeth, tightening them before moving down to her abdomen. He pressed his tongue against the folds of her sex, then slipped it through, teasing her clit with his mouth. She moaned, leaning forward, spreading her legs for Stephen to take her from behind. With Matt licking her clit, flicking the tip of his tongue, if Stephen didn’t hurry she’d come without him.

  “Get in me. Now.”

  In one fluid motion, he impaled her, hard. Almost angrily. Fantastically. She cried out. Usually so gentle, Stephen thrust inside her, his hips undulating at a frantic pace. His fingers splayed across her ass, spreading her cheeks as his thumb played over her anus. She felt Matt’s teeth graze her clit, then bite down. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough she’d be feeling it later.

  She whimpered. Her skin danced with a million nerve endings firing all at once. “Is this how you want it, Maya?” Stephen’s voice was thick, guttural.

  “Yes,” she told him. “Yes. Hard and quick. Alive.”

  He pumped his cock in and out, using her hips as handles, slamming her against him. She held Matt’s face tight to her pussy, unwilling to let him slip off. Every part of her tightened, and when it released, the orgasm flooded her body as she shuddered forward. Even in the throes, Stephen was unrelenting, thrust after mighty thrust. She screamed when the second orgasm hit unexpectedly and she let Matt go.

  Staring down into his face, she saw his eyes were reddened, teary -- his expression ghosted and weary. But Stephen’s constant stroke made it hard for her to concentrate. Matt pulled himself up onto the bed. He looked nearly shattered, and suddenly the need to comfort him took over. “Stephen,” she panted. “Stop. Stop.”

  He stopped. He didn’t pull out of her. But he stopped. She moved forward and off his cock, slumping to the floor in front of Matt.

  Stephen spoke first. “Are you happy now? Do you feel better?”

  “No.” She buried her face in her hands. “Why are you so angry? I thought you wanted…”

  “To be treated like a sex toy, no batteries required?”

  “I didn’t…”

  “Didn’t you? I’m a lust demon, Maya. I know what it’s like to use and be used with no regard to feelings or emotions.”

  “There were feelings, emotions.”

  “Really? Look at Matt. Sometimes I think I care more about his feelings than you do.”

  Stephen’s words cut through her. She’d been punishing them, both of them, with sex, of all things. “I’m sorry. You’re right.” Maya crawled up onto the bed. “Matt.” He moved up next to her and she cuddled in against his back.

  Stephen sat on the edge of the bed, turned away from Maya. “I have to be more to you than just sex. I can’t be with you thinking that’s all there is between us.”

  “You know I love you. Both of you.” Maya fought to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

  “Do we?” Matt asked.

  She kissed the back of his neck. “Yeah, you do. I’m just so angry about today. Every part of it. I took it out on you guys. That’s what people do to the people they love, but I won’t again. I promise.” She rubbed her toes against Stephen’s back. “Can we just lie here together? Sleep a little. I’m so tired.”

  Stephen nodded, then lay down behind her. Three naked bodies pressed together for comfort and reassurance.

  “Do you guys still love me?” She nearly choked on the question.

  “Yes,” they said, almost in unison.

  She sighed heavily as Matt’s hand came back, resting over her hip, and Stephen wrapped his arm around her waist. It didn’t take long for sleep to come.

  Chapter 5

  Maya woke up alone in bed. Not alone in the room, however, because Stephen and Matt were both dressed -- Matt sitting in the corner chair, and Stephen staring out the window. “Coffee,” she muttered sleepily.

  Stephen pulled the curtain open, flooding the room with daylight. “Not yet. We were waiting for you to wake up.”

  “Oh, that.” Yep, she’d forgotten for a single moment that her life was in danger. A pair of jeans, clean underwear, and a shirt were laid out neatly at the foot of the bed. Stephen. He liked to do stuff like that for her. Seeing the clothes, neatly folded, made her feel a little better. Hopefully he’d forgiven her a little since the night before.

  “Best hurry. Paula will be here soon.”

  Paula, dear Lord in Heaven. She’d forgotten about her coffee and donut date. “She doesn’t know that I’m dating both of you.”

  Matt finally looked up at her. “Is that what we’re all doing? Dating?”

  Maya sighed and started dressing. “What would you call it?”

  “Combat,” Matt said.

  “I never said you had to be a part of this. Part of my life.”

  Matt stood up and opened the bedroom door. “And that’s what kills me.” He gestured to the hallway. “After you.”

  Stephen put his arm around her as they walked into the living room. “Sometimes, babe, you need to learn how to keep your mouth shut.”

  “Whatever.” Let Matt sulk. It’s what he’d done best since they’d gotten together more than three years ago.

  While the men busied themselves, making coffee, straightening the counters, and avoiding her, Maya flipped through the seventy channels of crap on her television. Three times. She turned off the TV. Nervously twirling her thumbs, she formulated discussion after discussion about how she would explain Matt’s presence to Paula. Nothing sounded plausible.

  Paula arrived shortly, bearing gifts -- double espresso, mocha chai latte, and a box of raised, glazed, deliciously fattening donuts. Maya could feel disappointment from her friend almost immediately and she put her empathic blocks in place.

  Paula frowned, her full lower lip jutting in a slight pout. “I thought it would just be the two of us. You know. A girl’s afternoon.”

  “Well…” Maya took the
espresso and stuffed a donut in her mouth, buying time to think.

  Stephen to the rescue. “We’re just helping out so Maya can get some rest.”

  “Hmm.” Paula was unconvinced. “I can help her out. Why don’t you guys take off? You both have jobs, right? Go to them.”

  “Maya’s not the only bossy chick around here,” Matt groused.

  Paula’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

  Maya could feel the hackles rising. “Uhm, maybe you both should just find something to do, like maybe across the hall in Matt’s apartment?” Inside she pleaded, begging them to relent this one time. They both stared at her like she was crazy. “Fine!”

  She stuffed the rest of the donut in her mouth and grabbed Paula’s hand.

  “Where are we going?”

  “To the bedroom,” Maya said. She glared at Stephen and Matt. “Alone.”

  Slamming the door behind her, she sat down on the bed. Paula sat down next to her. “Tell me what’s going on, hon.”

  “Nothing.” Talk about reverting to five-year-old status.

  “I’ve been seeing someone,” Paula said.

  Yay, a non-Maya’s life is fucked up subject! “Really? Tell me about him.”

  “What makes you think it’s a him?”

  Maya turned sharply toward her friend. “No fucking way.”

  Paula laughed. “Made you look.”

  “Wench.” She lightly punched Paula’s arm. “That was just mean.”

  Paula raised an eyebrow. “But funny.”

  “Yeah, that too. So, seriously, you’re seeing a guy?”

  “For about three months now.”

  “I can’t believe you haven’t told me!”

  “Really, when have I gotten to see you lately, Maya? You’re a very busy woman. Hard to reach. Etcetera.” She took Maya’s hand. “I’ve wanted to tell you dozens of times.”

  “Well, tell me about him. What’s his name? Is he cute? Good in bed? Give already.”

  “Jack.”

  “Jack who?”

  “Jack Simon.”

  “My Jack?”

  “I like to think of him as my Jack, but yeah, him.”

  Shocked. She felt genuinely shocked. “But you’re not his type.”

  “Well, thanks a lot, Maya. Jeezus.”

  “I only meant…” Jack liked big women. Not tall, he wasn’t tall himself, only 5'6", but he liked them pleasantly plump, and Paula was anything but. “God, I’m so happy for you!” She hugged Paula, quickly trying to undo the damage of her big mouth.

  “Thank you.” The woman beamed from ear to ear. And it dawned on Maya, this was the happiest she’d seen her friend in a long time.

  “So, how’s he in bed?”

  “Maya!”

  “What, I’m curious. I can’t help it.” She laughed.

  “Like a hydraulic jackhammer. Powerful, strong, and can go all night long.”

  “Oh. My. God!”

  They giggled like schoolgirls. It felt great talking about stuff not involving life or death. A really good distraction.

  “I’ve been dying to tell you. I just wanted to wait until I was sure about Jack.”

  “So, you’re sure, huh?”

  “It’s incredible, Maya. I can’t even tell you how long it’s been since I’ve been with a man who can’t keep his hands off me. He’s so nice, always wanting to do stuff for me.” She sighed, sweetly, happily. That lasted a second before she turned serious. “I guess you would know what I’m talking about considering you have two guys at your beck and call.”

  Fan-fucking-tastic. She’d wanted to avoid this conversation. She batted her eyelashes innocently. “Why, Paula, whatever do you mean?”

  “I know you’re seeing both my brother and Matthew Brewer, even if they hadn’t both been here when I showed up. I am dating Jack after all.”

  Mental note: Kill Jack. “I… well, it’s hard to explain. Besides, when did my love life become the hot topic of conversation?”

  “Oh, about the time you started doing two guys at once.” Paula threw up her hands. “Being honest here.”

  “Fine. I guess there’s nothing to say then. You already know.” Her voice sounded sullen, even to her own ears.

  “You’re not just using him, right? I don’t think I could take that.”

  “No. I love him, Paula. Seriously, love him.”

  “If you’re using the ‘L’ word, it has to be serious. But then, I don’t understand why you’re doing Matt.”

  “I’m not doing Matt.” Exhaling noisily, she ran her fingers through her short brown hair. “I… I love him too.”

  Paula snorted. “Greedy much?” She shook her head. “Can you really call what you’re doing love? I don’t want to lecture you…”

  “Then don’t.”

  “But.”

  “There’s always a but.” Maya rolled her eyes.

  “Love requires sacrifice. It doesn’t seem to me that you’ve sacrificed anything.”

  Only privacy and sanity. “And what big sacrifices have you made? Give me a break.” The conversation was pissing her off. Maya understood Paula just wanted to look out for her little brother, but come on. “Stephen’s a big boy. He can handle himself and his heart.”

  “You say you love him. Fine. I know I love him. He’s my flesh and blood, Maya. I don’t mind your sexual antics. I know you don’t equate sex with emotion for the most part, but I see the way he looks at you. He’s completely smitten.”

  “Smitten?” She nearly laughed.

  Paula blushed. “Sorry, watched some old movies with Jack last night. You know what I mean, though. I’ve never seen him act like this with anyone. Ever.

  “And Matt. My Lord, woman. The man looks miserable. Is it love to keep them both dangling, both of them knowing the other is having sex with you? I can’t believe they can stand being in the same room with each other, let alone be okay about sharing you in bed.”

  Maya felt her gut clench and her emotional guard fell. “Well…”

  Paula’s shock, disgust, horror, and fascination poured over Maya like hot oil. “Oh, no. You’re literally having sex with both of them, aren’t you? Like a total threesome thing? But I thought…”

  “They don’t have sex with each other, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Try as she might, Maya couldn’t get her mental shields back in place. The strong emotions were overwhelming, and she could hear the whispers of Paula’s frantic thoughts bouncing in her brain. Maya grabbed her head. “Stop, please. Just stop.”

  “I haven’t said anything.”

  The black cloud formed along the ceiling, again swirling into a vortex. “Paula, get out!” Maya pushed her friend off the bed, scrambling to the side where she’d dropped her pistol.

  “What is it?” The black fog moved quickly, entering Paula, her green eyes turning liquid black.

  Maya held her gun up. “Don’t.” She couldn’t shoot. Not her best friend. Her human friend. Someone who wouldn’t survive the damage. Panic gripped her tightly. Her hand shook, but she carefully kept her finger off the trigger.

  Paula, or whatever possessed her, looked confused. “Why won’t you join?”

  At least it was talking, not trying to kill her. Yet. “I’m more a loner than a joiner. Sorry.”

  “You must join.”

  “If you’re here for Jerry’s Kids, I gave at the office.”

  Its eyes narrowed. “I don’t understand.”

  “You and me both.” The thing referred to itself as I. “What are you? Why are you trying to kill me?”

  “You must join.”

  “You keep saying that, but I don’t understand. Is this some sort of weird sci-fi, ‘I am the borg, I must assimilate’ sort of thing?”

  “Assimilate. To absorb. To take in. Yes. You understand.”

  “No, I don’t. I really friggin’ don’t.” It took a step toward her, and Maya stepped back. “Stop. I don’t want to hurt you.” Amendment. She wanted to hurt it, just not Paula in the proce
ss.

  “Your body must cease. You must assimilate.”

  “Stephen! Matt!” She needed the boys to come to her rescue, and now.

  “They cannot hear you.”

  “What did you do to them?”

  “Nothing. They await on the other side of the door.”

  Maya wondered the extent of the entity’s power. “Did you do something to keep them from hearing what’s going on in this room?”

  “Yes.” It stepped forward again. “You must join.”

  This had gone way beyond Star Trek weird and had stepped into the world of Dr. Who. Maybe it would be okay to give Paula a flesh wound. Something in the arm, or leg. She could survive that, right? But there was always a chance of hitting an artery, and Stephen would be pissed either way. Wait. The thing had said the guys were on the other side of the door. They couldn’t hear, but they were there. Maya wondered if they could feel.

  She moved her arm a bit to the left, aimed her 9mm and fired right through the door. Matt shouted, “Goddammit!” They burst through the door, splintering it down the middle. “What the fuck? You nearly took my nose off!”

  Paula’s back was to them, and Maya had resumed pointing her weapon at the woman. Stephen stepped forward. “Maya?”

  “It’s in Paula. Help me. I don’t want to hurt her.”

  Matt wrapped his arms around Paula. The darkness moved from her body to his. He let her go, his blue eyes filled with inky blackness. The small blonde woman collapsed to the floor. Matt snarled, razor sharp claws held ready. Maya shot him in the shoulder. He leapt through the air at her before she could get off another round, but he was tackled mid-air by Stephen, as they rolled across the bed. When Stephen stood up, his eyes were black. He came around the bed at her.

  Even stunned, Maya shot him four times. Eight rounds, only three left. “Shit!” Matt came roaring across the bed. Fully furred, he sunk his teeth into Stephen’s shoulder. The blackness oozed backwards into the lycan and Stephen drooped in its mouth. Shooting wasn’t going to help. Nothing would. They couldn’t stop the creature. It would just keep going until Maya either killed everyone she loved, or let it kill her. So, she dropped the gun, closed her eyes, stilled her mind, and waited for death.