Demon's Triad by Anna J. Evans, December Quinn

he hadn’t fucked her a second before and come so hard he thought he might lose his mind.
    “Yes, fuck. Fuck me, fuck me now.” She followed the words with a stinging slap on his ass, and he groaned and hastened to obey.
    She knew somehow, knew what no lover he’d ever had could ever have guessed.
    He was the master in the bedroom, but he was a master who longed for a disobedient slave. He wanted to dish out punishment and receive his in return. He wanted to release the full power of his sensual fury upon a woman who wasn’t afraid to keep fighting back.
    “You aren’t giving the orders here,” Ferrin said, fisting a handful of Aleeza’s hair and yanking hard. She cried out as her head snapped back, baring the white column of her throat, but then her cries turned to desperate pants as she struggled to breathe.
    He’d gone too far, made it difficult for her to draw breath…but he didn’t loosen his hold, only fucked her harder. A rush of fluid coated his cock as he tunneled into her pussy again and again. She liked it, liked knowing that he held her life in his hands, knowing that it was his job to decide whether she lived to feel her next orgasm or not.
    “Gods help me,” Ferrin called out to the forest, his words drowned out by the roar of the waterfall. He released Aleeza’s hair and brought his hands to her breasts. He didn’t want to really hurt her, let alone threaten her life. What was wrong with him?
    What—
    Then it was his turn to scream as Aleeza’s hands closed around his throat and squeezed. Her magic helped turn the pressure of those tiny hands into a vise that quickly cut off the flow of oxygen to his brain. His vision swam and gray flecks danced in front of his eyes, but still he kept pounding inside her. Her laughter filled his ears, louder than the blood thudding there, and he knew he would gladly take death at her hands, so long as he could spill his seed inside her—one last time.
    “Stop this! Stop this now!” Ferrin heard Dorand scream, but it wasn’t until he felt the massive hands of his brother on his neck that the words actually registered in his brain. Stop? The man must be mad.
    “No, please! Dorand, I didn’t mean to, I—”
    Aleeza’s words turned into a moan as Dorand ripped her hands away from Ferrin’s neck and pressed them to the ground above her head. Ferrin looked up, seeing Dorand squatted above the woman beneath him, anger and confusion mingled on his face. A part of him wanted to comfort the other man, but another part, just wanted to laugh.
    “Ferrin!” Dorand bellowed his name as Ferrin laughed and reached down to twist Aleeza’s nipples in his fingers with a force he knew had to hurt. She screamed in response and stopped writhing beneath him, her body growing tense against his savage thrusts.
    “Touch him, Dorand. By the goddess, touch your brother,” Aleeza said, her eyes squeezing shut.
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    Dorand hesitated for the briefest second, then released one of Aleeza’s wrists and reached out to clamp a hand down on Ferrin’s shoulder. Ferrin’s first instinct was to turn and bite the other man, but a second later the calming feel of Dorand’s energy flowed through him, banishing the strange golden green light that had danced in front of his eyes the second he and Aleeza had touched. Immediately he slowed his bruising pace between Aleeza’s legs, gentling his thrusts to a slow, deep penetration that had her lifting into him once more.
    “Thank you, brother.” Ferrin reached for the back of Dorand’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. The other man resisted at first but finally gave in to the caress, opening his lips to let Ferrin’s tongue gain entry to the heat of his mouth. He tasted of the earth, of the rain, of everything safe and natural, and for some reason that made the bliss of being inside Aleeza even more intense.
    “Yes, oh please, yes,” Aleeza whispered the words, drawing his eyes down to where she watched him trace the