Overview
Is it possible for a demon to be a good man, or are all who have fallen for temptation evil at the core?
Tristan, Machidiel and Alastor are bound together by love, but their lives are running far from smooth. Thanks to Tristan's demonic bargain with an incubus, they have no choice other than to accept that their lives are never going to be the same again.
To fulfil his obligations to the demon Tristan has two choices—remain with the incubus as his trainee or find a mortal to take his place. Neither option is appealing.
The three lovers struggle to release Tristan from his bargain, but find bigger problems on the horizon when a human caught up in the mess is taken prisoner by the Demon King himself.
With no help forthcoming from either angels or demons, the three lovers are on their own with a seemingly impossible mission before them—rescue the mortal from the Underworld.
Mac, meanwhile, has problems of his own. The archangels are voting on whether to ban relationships between angels and demons, and if the new law is passed he must choose between his wings and his lovers.
The three of them believe their love is strong enough to see them through the hard times ahead, but if they aren't careful the repercussions of Tristan's bargain could tear their ménage apart forever.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781784303006 |
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| Publisher: | Totally Entwined Group |
| Publication date: | 11/28/2014 |
| Series: | Heavenly Sins , #2 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 191 |
| File size: | 387 KB |
About the Author
I live in England, in a quaint little village that time doesn't seem to have touched. No, wait a minute—that's the retirement biography. Right now I am in England in a medium sized town that no one has ever heard of, so I won't bore you with the details. Keeping me company are numerous sexy men. I just wish that they weren't all inside my head.
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CHAPTER 1
Tristan Garrett watched the waves as they lapped closer to his bare feet. Behind him Machidiel and Alastor packed up their belongings and prepared to return to the real world, as Tristan had come to think of it. He'd known from the start their idyllic island holiday wasn't meant to last — he just wished their escape wasn't coming to an end quite so soon.
Resting his chin on his drawn-up knees, he stared at the sinking sun, willing time to stop so he didn't have to go back. Unfortunately, despite all his newly acquired powers, stopping time or turning back the clock weren't amongst them.
He didn't even turn round when Alastor flopped down on the sand beside him.
"Have you thought more about our idea?" Alastor asked. He sounded unsure.
Tristan snorted. He'd thought of little else.
It wasn't that he hated the idea of relocating, though he'd balked at first. No, the idea had a certain appeal to him. He just didn't think living somewhere else would solve his current problem. If it would, he'd be down at the estate agent's first thing in the morning. Unfortunately, no matter where he lived, Lawrence would be able to find him.
Alastor reached around Tristan's shoulders and pulled him into his side. "We'll sort things out, don't worry."
"How?" Tristan asked. "I'm bound to Lawrence for fuck knows how long, and the only way to escape his clutches is to turn some innocent human into a monster like me."
Alastor smacked Tristan's thigh, perhaps a little harder than necessary. "You're not a monster, so stop calling yourself one. Unless you think I'm a monster too?" Tristan sighed and covered his face.
"Do you?" Alastor asked.
Tristan wouldn't meet Alastor's eyes. Even though he'd known Alastor to be a demon almost from the start of their relationship, he'd never thought of him as a monster.
"Then why do you think of yourself that way?" Alastor pressed. "You might be an incubus now, but you're still you. You're more yourself than I've been since turning demon, because you remember your life before. You're not some evil monster."
Tristan didn't know the answer to the question Alastor posed. Maybe it was because Alastor was a different sort of demon — or because he'd never known him as a human. Whatever the reason, Tristan could barely stand to face himself in the mirror, and cringed when he saw the red eyes staring back at him instead of the regular green. He'd seen his full demon form just once and he had yet to work up the nerve to take a closer look.
"Are you guys ready to go home?" Mac called from across the dunes.
Tristan finally lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder toward the angel who'd swept him off his feet so unexpectedly the Halloween before last. If anyone had told him his one-night stand with Mac would've led him here, he'd never have believed them.
Here he was, living with two other men — one an angel, the other a demon — and he couldn't bring himself to regret the direction his life had taken at all.
Even becoming a demon didn't seem quite so bad now the memories of his life had been restored to him. He just wished he could figure out a way to get Lawrence, the demon who'd made him, out of his life without finding another human to take his place. He hadn't yet come to terms with being an incubus, a male sexual predator of the demon world, and now Lawrence expected him to find some unsuspecting human and turn him into an incubus too. He'd be ruining someone's life just to save himself. Actually, he'd be ruining more lives than one, because the new incubus would do exactly what Tristan had done to regain control of his sexual appetite, take the life of the human he fed from. Tristan wasn't sure if he could live with himself if he turned another man into a killer, yet what choice did he have? The alternative would be to join Lawrence for as long as the other demon wanted, and Lawrence wanted forever.
Mac strolled over to Tristan and Alastor and crouched down on the sand. "Tristan, what's the matter? Are you hungry?"
Tristan's cock hardened in his shorts as Mac reached out to pat his leg. If it weren't for the fact Mac and Alastor always managed to turn him on so quickly, Tristan might have thought the reaction stemmed from his demonic sexual appetite. Honestly, the hunger wasn't the problem right now, though Tristan wasn't one to turn down an offer of sex.
Tristan turned to Mac and pressed their lips together, moaning into the kiss.
"Fuck me, Mac." Tristan sent his thought directly to Mac's mind without breaking contact.
"Alastor, go fetch the lube from the satchel," Mac ordered, as he toppled Tristan backwards onto the sand and yanked off his shorts without ceremony.
Alastor returned in seconds and Tristan felt slick fingers teasing his hole. He shivered as two mouths descended on his nipples, sucking and biting them. He relished the sharp pleasure pain as his lovers marked him as theirs.
Closing his eyes, Tristan wriggled his arse, trying to push down on the fingers that never quite entered him.
"Fuck me," he begged. "Please, Mac. I need you in me. Now."
Tristan knew Mac had heard his plea. He was sure his words had made it through to the angel. During the last two weeks he had worked on his telepathic ability almost constantly. He knew Mac had heard him. Mac had simply chosen to ignore his plea, at least for the moment.
Alastor's tongue circled his navel as Mac lapped at his balls. Tristan closed his eyes and let them work their magic on his body.
"Relax, baby," Alastor whispered through his mind. Tristan smiled at the demon's pet name for him. Whenever anyone else had given him pet names, Tristan had hated hearing them, yet with Alastor it gave him a feeling of being cherished.
Tristan sighed contentedly as Alastor moved lower, joining Mac at Tristan's crotch, licking at every crevice.
The seawater brushed over Tristan's toes as the tide came in. He moved his feet apart, his heels sinking into the wet sand as he lifted his hips, straining toward the teasing tongues.
Simultaneously, Alastor and Mac each sucked one of his testicles into their mouths and Tristan cried out as he began to shudder with the force of his emotions. He opened his eyes and stared down at the two heads bobbing together between his thighs. They were close enough for Mac's blond hair to tangle with Alastor's dark locks. Tristan's cock stood erect and untouched. The head was purple and already leaked pre-cum.
Mac lifted his head and descended on his erection, swiping the slit with his tongue. Alastor meanwhile had moved in the other direction as he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
"You're torturing me," he scolded lightly.
"Ah, but this is such fun, baby," Alastor said telepathically, as he pushed a slick finger into Tristan's arse, with Mac's joining it a moment later.
"More," Tristan begged. "Please."
More was what he got as Alastor and Mac each inserted a second finger.
"Oh fuck." Tristan nearly sobbed at the burning pleasure of having his two lovers fingering him so thoroughly.
"Is this too much?" Mac asked. "I know Alastor has a high pain threshold, but we've never gone this far with you. If you want us to stop ..."
"No." Tristan watched the two heads lift and blue and red eyes stared at him curiously. "This feels good," he assured them.
One of them, he wasn't sure who, crooked a finger and rubbed his prostate. The touch sent him over the edge and cum sprayed his chest as his orgasm tore through him.
"Just good?" Mac teased.
Tristan couldn't even summon the strength to answer mentally. He lay panting on the sand, his lovers' fingers buried in his arse and his softened cock exposed to the elements.
He wanted to stay there forever. He didn't want to return to the rest of the world, not knowing what Lawrence expected of him in the imminent future.
The fingers disappeared and Mac pulled him up and into his arms. "It's okay, Tristan, it'll be all right. We'll sort things out."
Tristan buried his face in Mac's chest. Alastor wrapped himself around the two of them and the three lovers held each other for several long minutes.
Eventually though, they had to leave the island. They washed up in the ocean one last time, Mac gathered their belongings, and the three of them transported themselves home in the blink of an eye.
The time to return to their lives had arrived and they couldn't put reality off any longer.
* * *
Tristan still wasn't entirely sure he wanted to move out of the house he'd lived in since leaving college. It wasn't that he had any strong ties to the place and he hadn't grown up there, yet it was his home. Eventually though, the sense of his lovers' arguments convinced him that moving away from the town where everyone believed him to be dead might be for the best. With that in mind they went to check out the London penthouse flat Alastor had found for sale.
The estate agent led Tristan and Alastor through the flat, pointing out the highlights. "The kitchen, as you can see, is brand new and everything in it is top of the range."
"That'll please Mac," Alastor communicated to Tristan privately as they wandered over to take in the view from the window.
"Wow." Tristan breathed. "You can see for miles."
Alastor grinned and turned back to the estate agent. "You said there's a rooftop garden?"
The estate agent nodded. "Right this way, sir."
Alastor tugged Tristan along and they followed the woman down the hallway toward the door leading out to the garden.
"I'm nearly there," Mac suddenly spoke in Tristan's mind. A quick glance at Alastor told him he'd heard Mac too. If they could pick up his message he must be in the building or close by.
"Wait a minute," Alastor called after the estate agent.
The woman turned round with a frown.
"Mac's on his way," Tristan explained. "We should wait for him."
"Mac?" asked the woman, confusion evident on her face.
Tristan looked at Alastor, who stared right back at him. Neither of them seemed entirely eager to tell the woman they had another lover. She'd not so much as batted an eyelid as she'd shown them the bedroom, but how would she react to their third?
Before either of them had to break the awkward silence and reply, Mac arrived at the door.
"Hey," Alastor said as Mac approached them then kissed them each lightly on the lips.
The estate agent coughed pointedly. "I take it you're Mac?" Mac held out his hand for her to shake. "A pleasure to meet you, ma'am."
Alastor snickered at his formality, earning him a sharp smack on the arse from Tristan.
"So, what have I missed?" Mac asked.
"Bedroom and kitchen." Alastor grinned. "I think you'll like both."
The estate agent still appeared a little confused and Tristan had a sneaking suspicion she hadn't quite figured out their relationship yet. Her next words confirmed his guess. "I think perhaps this place isn't what you're searching for," she said sadly, clearly not eager to lose the sale. "There's just one bedroom here."
Mac shrugged and smiled. "That's all we need."
"But ..." The estate agent blushed scarlet and fumbled with her papers as the penny dropped.
Tristan bit his lip and ducked his head. He knew their relationship would cause a few raised eyebrows in this posh neighborhood. Gay couples tended to create a few stares down at the supermarket, so a trio of men who made no secret of the fact they shared a bed would be even more gossip-worthy.
Alastor chuckled. "Though we'll be shopping for a bigger bed since Mac hogs the mattress and Tristan hogs the covers."
The estate agent, perhaps realizing she may still get a sale, recovered herself enough to continue the tour.
Tristan had to admit the place seemed ideal. Mac was thrilled with the kitchen and Alastor had already chosen the place to install a new hot tub out in the roof garden. They had also noted the extra-large bathroom, tub, and shower. Tristan loved the tub and could easily imagine himself in it with one of his lovers at his back and the other at his front. The idea of being sandwiched between them made him hard and he had to go step onto the bedroom balcony for some air to recover.
The living area was spacious and neutral enough to be decorated any way they wanted. Tristan ran his hand along the low shelf and the estate agent commented on how the last tenant had previously kept an aquarium there which could be viewed from both the living room and the dining room.
Alastor stood in the dining room and grinned through the gap at Tristan. "I don't know about you, but I rather like the idea of bending you over the shelf and fucking you silly."
Tristan blushed and ran his hand along the shelf that appeared to be the ideal height for what Alastor had in mind.
"I can see you like the idea, too," Alastor continued as he ran a hand down the wall.
"I prefer the idea of fucking you over it," Tristan teased.
The estate agent, oblivious to their silent exchange, continued to chatter about aquariums and plug outlets for them.
Mac, who had a fair idea what was going on in Alastor and Tristan's heads, steered their guide back to the kitchen with questions about cupboards.
"What do you think?" Alastor asked. "I bet Mac could keep her busy for at least ten minutes."
Tristan ignored Alastor's teasing suggestion. "I think we should take the place."
"Really?" Alastor spoke out loud and ducked through the nearby doorway to pull Tristan into his arms. "It's not that we don't like your house, but this would be just fantastic."
Tristan hugged Alastor back and pulled him through to the kitchen. "Yeah, this place will be great. It'll be our home."
The estate agent's ears perked up as they caught up with her.
"How soon can we move in?" Mac asked. "Money's no object."
Tristan smiled at those words. While he'd never had the opportunity to say such a thing himself, it sure sounded good coming from Mac.
They were going to move into their new home together and life would be wonderful.
CHAPTER 2A week later, after everything had been packed and Tristan had said goodbye to his home, they moved into the penthouse flat some two hundred miles away from anyone he'd ever known.
Mac bustled around the kitchen as he cooked omelets for breakfast on their first morning in their new place. Alastor and Tristan lingered in the bathroom and the sounds of moans coming through the open doorways made the cause of the holdup clear.
He smiled as he adjusted himself in his jeans. He fully intended to bend at least one of his men over the kitchen table just as soon as they finished breakfast.
"Leaving you out, are they?" a familiar voice enquired politely from behind him. Mac spun round with the pan in his hand and glared at the intruder.
Lawrence lounged at the table, as though he had every right to be there.
"In the future, you'll kindly use the front door, knock, and wait for someone to invite you inside, instead of barging in here," Mac told him in a cold voice that brooked no arguments.
"I don't need your permission to enter," Lawrence argued. "And did you think moving to a new city would stop me finding Tristan?"
Mac turned back to the cooker. "Of course not. We just wanted to make a new home for ourselves, away from the place where Tristan and Alastor don't have to remember my dead body in the bedroom, and where Tristan isn't likely to bump into the family and friends who think he's one of the dearly departed."
Lawrence checked his watch and tapped his fingers on the table "What's taking them so long?" he grumbled.
Mac laughed. "Demon stamina, remember? They won't be much longer. Now, what are you doing here so early in the morning?"
"It's been two weeks since we made our bargain. Surely you haven't forgotten. I'm here to collect Tristan for his first lesson in being an incubus."
"At six in the morning? I thought your kind preyed in clubs and college campuses?"
"Six in the morning here is ten at night on the west coast of the US," Lawrence reminded him. "Which means my lessons with Tristan can start right away."
Mac kept his back to Lawrence as he concentrated on his cooking.
"Can you come back tomorrow?" he asked quietly. "Just give us one day in our new home before you come sweeping in here and ruin things."
Mac studied Lawrence over his shoulder. The demon at least seemed to be considering his request. "What's in it for me?" Lawrence finally asked.
"What do you want?" Mac countered. "And at least make your request reasonable."
"A week alone with Tristan."
Mac shook his head. "I'm not going to bargain Tristan's time without his consent."
Lawrence sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. "Then call him in here and we'll see what he says."
Mac turned to switch on the kettle. Calling Tristan in would put a blight on the day for him, whether he went with Lawrence or not.
(Continues…)
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