Chapter 7

 

The two men shared a speaking glance, and Ben got to his knees. “Turn around, Allegra. Look at me.”

His blue eyes held a strange mixture of melancholy and desire, mirroring what she was feeling. She couldn’t stop her body’s reaction to what she’d just experienced, what she was about to experience. But a part of her regretted her need, and the fact that Rousseau might hate her for giving in to it.

Ben smiled, his hands cupping her jaw. “Never. He cares about you, Legs. They both do.” His eyes darkened with desire. “Hell, I do, too. But this is all I’ll get, sweet Allegra. And all of a sudden I’m wondering why I didn’t snatch you up for myself.”

Because you’re in love with someone else, she thought, wondering if he could feel what she was thinking.

Hot breath caressed the nape of her neck, and she heard the sound of ripping foil behind her.

“Every dirty and depraved thing I want.” Bone Daddy’s harsh growl sent a powerful shudder down her spine. “That’s what you agreed to. Well, now I want you to bend over and suck Ben dry while I make your ass mine.”

She was too stunned to breathe. This was Ben in front of her, her confidant. Her friend. She’d agreed to this to get Rousseau, but one man at a time was always more than enough for her. If she did this with Ben, would she be any different than Rousseau’s greedy father?

“I can hear you thinking, cher. If you left one man’s bed to go to another you could worry. We know who and what you want. All we want is to please you. Taste him, Allegra. Let me watch.”

Allegra whimpered, her skin flushing with revealing heat.

Ben’s smile was wicked as he reached for the bowl. “Honey rum. Your research must have taught you how much the spirits love rum.”

Rousseau reached over his shoulder to dip his fingers in the liquid. “The others haven’t tasted Allegra. She’s far more intoxicating.” She felt him trace damp lines on her lower back, the cheeks of her ass.

Ben drenched his own fingers with the liqueur, drizzling it on his hard shaft. It smelled delicious. Her mouth watered and she grabbed his wrist, sucking his fingers into her mouth and licking them clean.

Bone Daddy growled against her shoulder, and Ben tensed.

“Shit, Legs.” He gathered her hair gently in one fist, holding it back from her face. Ever the gentleman. She released him, noticing how the rum made her lips tingle.

Allegra trembled between them, her body wound tight with excitement and desire. “BD? What I saw in the club, am I right in thinking those weren’t just my fantasies and desires?”

“You are. You longed to see and be seen. You wanted to be with me. But you were filled with a curiosity that intrigued me, so I let you see what others wanted, but were too afraid to take.”

“And that one thing?”

Bone Daddy’s laugh was subdued. “It wasn’t him, no.”

When Ben looked at her, a question in his eyes, she followed her instincts and said, “You’re wrong about her, Ben.”

His smile disappeared. “What?”

“You think she doesn’t want you, but she’s good at hiding things. Especially from the people she’s closest to.” She lowered her head and lightly licked the sweet, sticky liquid off the head of Ben’s cock. Salty and sweet. Potent. “That night? I saw her doing this to you.”

She opened her mouth wide over his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep inside.

She heard the surprise in Ben’s inhalation, felt his erection harden further in her mouth. He gripped her head, and she knew he was sensing the truth of what she’d said about Michelle at the same time he was reveling in the feel of her mouth.

It was the Loa, she knew. Nothing she said or admitted to felt awkward or wrong. No desire felt unforgivable. She wanted to please Ben. Wanted to help Michelle. Wanted to obey Bone Daddy.

Needed Rousseau.

He was licking her skin, tasting the rum he’d drawn on her flesh. She arched against his mouth greedily.

A cooler liquid poured between the cheeks of her ass and she shivered, moaning against Ben’s cock. Strong, callused fingers rubbed it in, and then his thumb was pressing against her ass once more. Gently now. Hesitantly.

Allegra raised her head from Ben to look over her shoulder. Rousseau was struggling against the Loa again. And he’d bitten his lip so hard it was bleeding. His battle for control as he watched her with Ben, as he tried to force BD to slow things down, was painfully apparent. He was fighting this too hard. She had to do something.

“I want you to fuck me, Rousseau. Any way you want. Any way Bone Daddy wants.”

His voice was guttural. “You’ve never been taken this way. We have to go slow. You need to be prepared.”

She smiled into eyes that were momentarily hazel. “If you go too slow, I may kill you. I know you’d never hurt me. Either one of you.” She repeated his words back to him. “Don’t think. Just feel.”

The golden glow returned and his eyes narrowed. “No more outs, cher. Unlike your boyfriend, I won’t hold back. It’s not in my nature.”

She knew. God help her, she knew.

Ben’s fist tightened on her hair and she turned back toward his approving expression, bending down to take him in her mouth once more, breathing deeply to calm her racing heart.

Allegra’s senses were on overload. The taste of honey rum and Ben filled her mouth. The feeling of Rousseau behind her, his massive erection sliding between the cheeks of her ass, the lube he’d applied there coating him as well.

He spread her cheeks apart with his hot hands, the fat head of his cock stretching her in a way that made her cry out in surprised pleasure. Despite his warning, he took his time. Rocking against her inch by devastatingly impossible inch.

“Oh God.” The pressure was intense, but so was her arousal.

She hadn’t expected it to feel so intimate or put her emotions in such turmoil. She wanted to pull away and push closer. She wanted to cry, to beg him to speed up, to take her hard and fast.

“Sweet Allegra. Warrior queen. Open for me. Take everything.” One hand gripped her hip, while the other slid up her spine to hold her shoulder, pulling her back toward him. Allegra cried out again around Ben’s shaft, feeling impaled as Rousseau filled her completely. She wasn’t the warrior he thought she was. She wasn’t sure she could take much more.

“You are, cher. And you can take everything, but it still won’t be enough.” His rough rasp scraped over her flesh, the need in his voice twisting her heart. And then she couldn’t think, could only feel as he began to pump his hips against her.

“Tight,” he hissed. “I bet your pussy is just as tight and hot, isn’t it, cher? Such a little thing to be sending us to our knees.”

Her body felt stretched out, her nerves strung tight. Light burst behind her eyes at the painful, addictive ache. Shallow thrusts grew to deep, powering drives inside her, his bruising grip the only thing keeping her grounded.

“You can’t hide from us tonight, Allegra,” he said, his jaw tight. “We can both sense everything you’re feeling, and you love that. You want more. Harder.” He groaned. “Yes, you can touch yourself. I know how much you’re hurting.”

She sucked Ben’s cock deeper into her mouth, feeling him hit the back of her throat, his moan mingling with hers.

Ben’s free hand reached down to pluck at her nipples, squeezing the sensitive tips hard, exactly the way she wanted him to. She slipped her fingers between her thighs, thrusting two inside her snug sex, feeling Rousseau’s cock on the other side of the thin barrier. She pressed against it.

“Mercy, please, you mustn’t—”

“Yeah, Legs. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Ben’s cry of passion mixed with Rousseau’s agonized plea, both sounding like white noise to Allegra as lightning struck her body again. She sensed the energy arc between the three of them, as though she were a conduit of pure, unadulterated bliss.

He’d ruined her. A lifetime of ordinary no longer appealed. Not after that. Not when she finally knew what passion was.

Rousseau’s hands burned into her flesh as he caressed her with silent praise. He began to pull out of her just as Ben pulled her head away from his cock, his own fist pumping once, then twice before he came in his hand. “Fuck, I needed that.”

Allegra could only blink as Ben disappeared with a shocked shout.

What the hell?

She spun around, her body still shaking from her earthshattering climax, in time to see Bone Daddy holding Ben up by his throat, his feet dangling in the air. She shook her head, trying to focus. No one was that strong.

No human.

“Stop. Jesus, Rousseau, I can’t breathe!” Ben choked out his surprise, but nothing swayed the angry Loa.

“She does not belong to you. She will never belong to you. Not her mouth, not her pussy. You don’t touch her again. Your price has been paid.”

It didn’t sound human, that voice. A moment’s fear shimmered up Allegra’s spine, but she pushed it away because she didn’t have time to panic. Not when Ben was turning purple.

“Stop this right now.” She crawled off the bed and put a restraining hand on one of Rousseau’s bulging biceps.

“He was thinking—”

“Private thoughts. Thoughts people don’t usually share during an orgasm. Unless you have no choice because a nosy, oversexed spirit is along for the ride.”

He lowered the wheezing Ben to the ground, releasing him with obvious reluctance.

Allegra’s shoulders slumped in relief, but tensed again when his golden glare turned her way. “I’ll kill him if he touches you again.”

“I don’t think Rousseau would like you hurting his friend.” She watched his expression turn to one of confusion. “And I know I wouldn’t.”

“He is the jealous one.”

He meant Rousseau. “But he didn’t invite Ben to join us, did he? That was you,” she reasoned. “And I know you’re not the jealous type.”

He stepped away from her, looking down at Ben, who was still clutching his neck protectively. He shook his head. “This isn’t supposed to happen.”

Allegra closed the gap between them cautiously, part of her wanting to separate him from Ben, the other wanting to soothe him. The Loa’s expression was tinged with guilt and confusion. “What isn’t supposed to happen, BD?”

Regret. Envy. Care.

She heard the answer in her head, as if he couldn’t bring himself to admit to it out loud. “Life is full of both. It’s a package deal. And Ben is your friend. So am I, if you’ll let me be.”

His stunned gaze connected with hers for a long, charged moment. “This isn’t what I wanted.”

His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed on the floor like a sack of sexy, buck naked potatoes.

“Rousseau!” Allegra fell to her knees beside him, her fingers searching his neck for a pulse. It was faint and oddly fast, but it was still there.

“That was damn promising.”

Ben’s hoarse voice brought Allegra’s head around in shock. “He almost killed you, Ben. He could have crushed your windpipe right in front of me. How is that promising?”

He crawled over to kneel beside her, his gaze dropping to the unconscious body on the hardwood floor. “I told you, this isn’t the first time we’ve shared a woman. I’ve seen BD in action enough to know that this”—he pointed toward Rousseau—“is not the norm. Bone Daddy’s MO is kinky, but fixed in its own way. He fulfills the deepest, darkest secret desires of whatever woman he’s with, gaining energy from every climax, and then he sends them off with a smile on their face and a little something extra. Some change in their lives. Like your leg.” Allegra’s hand instinctively moved to her left thigh. It was a powerful talent, being able to give a person anything, everything they wanted. The allure would be almost irresistible. Almost.

“He said it was temporary.”

“Unless he decides it isn’t.” Ben shrugged weakly. “He always gives a gift to his lovers. That part of the rumor is true. He’ll never come, but the next day you may win the lottery.”

Awareness throbbed painfully in her temples. He hadn’t come. In fact, when it looked like he might a few minutes ago, he’d seemed concerned. Scared.

Mercy. He’d asked for mercy.

It couldn’t be that simple. Rousseau’s cryptic words on the phone came back to her in a rush. “He’s never come? This is important so think hard. Have you ever heard about or seen him having an orgasm in the last seven years?”

Ben shook his head, frowning. “He can’t.”

“What does that mean exactly?”

“Rousseau told me about it one rare night when he allowed me to get him drunk. He’d started railing at his father for sticking him with a Loa who needed other people’s orgasms to survive, but never let him come.” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “I thought it was strange at the time. To be honest, knowing BD, I thought it might be a secret kink of Rousseau’s, you know? Orgasm denial. Though people rarely enjoy that for more than a few hours, and even that seems excessive to me.”

That was the answer. It had to be. Rousseau couldn’t come. She rose up on her knees, gripping Ben’s shoulders excitedly. “Is there anything that can hold a Loa? Silver? Candle wax? Anything?”

Ben’s expression was wary. “Well, he isn’t a werewolf, Allegra. He’s a spirit. A strong spirit. I’m not even sure what the limits to his powers are.” He shrugged. “I don’t know, Legs. I’m not sure anyone’s ever tried to hold one. Not anyone I’ve ever heard of.”

“Not that you’ve—haven’t you ever tried to help Rousseau get rid of his spirit before now?”

He flinched as though she’d slapped him. “You have no idea what I’ve done for him. What I would do. Do you think I want him to be controlled by a Loa’s whims forever? Even a Loa like BD, who only wants to make sure he gets laid once in a while?”

Allegra glared at him until he rolled his eyes. “I know I’m defending him. I’m not immune to BD’s charm, as much as I’d like to be. He allows me in at his leisure, but he rarely lets down his guard. Until you, he’s never once lost control.”

Allegra ran a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry, Ben. I have no right to question you. Even your mother and Mambo Toussaint couldn’t help. And I’ve got no room to talk, since I haven’t been able to resist him either.”

And he could wake up at any moment. “Does he have any ropes or chains around? Maybe we can use belts.” She stood up, looking around the room.

“No. Nothing like that.” He paused. “There are those handcuffs.”

“Handcuffs?”

Ben looked like he was about to blush. “They’re under the bed, connected to the posts. There was this blonde who liked—”

Allegra held up her hand. “Stop. Talking. Handcuffs, huh? Why didn’t you say so in the first place? Help me get him to the bed before he wakes up.”

“You know he weighs more than both of us put together. What’s going on in that brain of yours, Legs?”

She took Rousseau’s legs and grunted. Man, he was heavy. “Ever seen The Exorcist?”

Ben huffed, his muscles straining as he half carried, half dragged his friend toward the bed. “Yeah. So?”

“This will be nothing like that.”