Demon's Fire by Emma Holly Page B

watched his cousin struggle with her desire. “Your energy burns her pussy when she covers you. You should thrust now. She needs to come very soon.”
    Charles didn’t know what would happen if she didn’t, but he rocked his hips up and into her. The movement reminded Darja there were more pleasures than simply engulfing him.
    “Yes,” she moaned, her head lolling back. “Human, come with me.”
    He was shooting toward it too fast to argue, even if he’d wanted to drag this out. Darja’s sex seemed to have more muscles than a human woman’s, and apparently she had control over all of them. She rippled over the thrusts he made into her, as deft as fingers stroking him.
    With skills like that, she dragged him to the edge in half a minute, and looked just as close herself. This was fortunate, because Charles’s teeth were too tightly gritted to warn her.
    “Donjen!” she wailed, riding Charles hard and rough.
    Her increase in speed undid him, the idea that she was desperate for release. Donjen’s hands clenched on Charles’s just as the orgasm seethed up his spine. The male’s grip was so intense it would have been painful had Charles not been coming. Excited for a few more reasons than he needed, his energy swelled in a way he’d never known it to do before.
    Both Yama cried out as it did. Darja’s pussy clamped on his cock while Donjen’s hips bucked wildly. They came with an abandon Yama rarely showed, and even in the midst of pleasure dread unfurled.
    Charles was never going to forget this.
    It took a moment beyond their shared explosion before Donjen released Charles’s aching hands. Darja’s slight weight sagged onto him soon after. She rubbed her cheek across his shoulder, possibly gathering a last few sips of his energy.
    “Good,” she purred. “Very, very good, human.”
    Her praise may have disturbed her cousin, because he lifted her away. Darja murmured a protest but did not resist. She looked drunk, her face streaked from weeping, her eyes an eerie solid black. Donjen had to hold her with her weight propped against his side.
    Charles’s eyes widened when he got a good look at him. Donjen hadn’t simply come, he had come rivers. The wet spot on his robes extended all the way to his knees. If the Yama felt self-conscious over this, it didn’t show. His alien face was as unreadable as a mask.
    “Thank you, human,” he said, offering him a crisp, cool bow. “You were a more than adequate partner.”
    They exited with no added formalities. Darja’s head was resting on her cousin’s shoulder, the pair more of a couple—despite the vaguely illicit nature of their bond—than a man like Charles could intrude on. The reminder that he’d never been part of a couple couldn’t have been starker. Worse, their departure left him, whether he wished it or not, alone with his thoughts.
    He’d finally done it, the act he’d craved and avoided much of his adult life. He didn’t think he felt any different. Not more of a monster, not less. Pleasured, yes, but certainly not liberated the way Mr. Pahndir said.
    Mostly he felt tired, as if he’d worked too many shifts back to back. While it was happening, the sex and the feeding had been incredible. Now he wished he could undo both.
    Knowing he couldn’t and too drained to rise, he flung his forearm across his eyes. He discovered the female Yama hadn’t stolen all his tears. One squeezed out from beneath his eyelid and ran, warm as blood, down his temple.

SIX
    “Is Charles all right?” Beth asked as soon as her breath returned. “Maybe we should—”
    At a loss, she stopped speaking. Going to Charles didn’t seem the right suggestion. She knew he wouldn’t want her there, and the precise nature of the prince’s relationship with him was unclear. He’d said he wanted to watch over Charles, but would Pahndir ordinarily check on a client who seemed upset?
    His quiet, watchful expression offered no clues.
    “Your friend isn’t ill,” he said,