Hot Rio Nights

TEASE

festivals series

HOT RIO NIGHTS By Stella and Audra Price Book one of the Devas series

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Hot Rio Nights: The Devas series A Festivals series release A Tease Publishing Book/E book Copyright© 2007 Stella & Audra Price ISBN: 987-1-934678-18-3 Cover Artist: Stella Price Interior text design: Stacee Sierra All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Tease Publishing LLC www.teasepublishingllc.com PO BOX 234 Swansboro, North Carolina 28584-0234 Tease and the T logo is  Tease Publishing LLC. All rights reserved.

Other books by Stella and Audra Price with Tease Publishing Sugar and Sin Silk and Steel Fire in His Eyes Deep Water

“You want to what?” Starla Gibson blinked at the devastatingly gorgeous man across the small table, completely surprised at his statement. Did he just dare me to try that stuff? The bottle in front of him was midsized, surely small enough to fit in the pocket of a suit jacket, shaped like a teardrop, and filled with some clear liquid with what looked like herbs floating in it. The man behind it, well, he was a work of art. Smoldering black eyes, caramel skin, short black hair, full sexy lips complete with a small silver hoop through the right side of the bottom lip, and a body she would sell her soul to get next to, if she wasn’t already a demon. Derrek Ramirez had it all, and apparently he wanted to give it to her. The evening started innocently enough. Starla, or Gibson as most of the people who knew her called her, had ended up at Carnivale in Rio de Janeiro after a very random shadow walk to find something to do. As a Noble Caligo and one once betrothed to one of the princes of her race, Gibson was very in control of her powers over the element of shadow. Caligo demons were masters of the darkness and used it to their advantage for spying, travel and even seduction, and when they went on a Shadow Walk, they just traveled to where the dark took them. It was a crapshoot as to where they would end up in their wanderings, but as Gibson was a very bored woman, she didn’t care where she ended up. Carnivale was a perfect place to let her hair down, and she did, stepping out of the shadows on the side of a building just off the center of town into the throng and wonderment of the festival. She was very pretty, a tall brunette with a choppy bob, bright hazel eyes, her skin the color of coffee with too much milk, pert nose and sensual lips. Her legs were long and graceful, like the dancer she was in her human life. She was a true Shadow beauty of the Afterverse and she knew it, clothing herself in things that only heightened her natural beauty, and tonight was no exception. The swing skirt she wore was short and sapphire, the wedge sandals matching the peasants blouse in a prefect amethyst color. She had a thing for jeweled tones. Derrek had found her about an hour into her wanderings around the festival, sitting on the veranda they were now on, drinking a large bay breeze and watching the revelers. She had a mask someone had handed her on her travels, and he regarded it and her as he sat across from her, uninvited. He was nummy, the kinda distraction she was looking for on a hot, tropical night, and she flirted and put herself out. Their conversation went from light to completely candid and suggestive in less than ten minutes. When the chat meandered into the realm of sordid, Gibson perked up. “So,” he said, as he leaned in. “What’s a beautiful girl like you doing at Carnivale all alone?” “Looking for some fun, the same as anyone here, Derrek. Why, you got something of interest going on?”

“Depends on what you’re into, though I think this is right up your alley.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the small bottle, setting it on the table before her. “How adventurous are you, Starla?” She had looked at the bottle and smirked. “Oh I think I’m as fun as the next gal. What is that?” He evaded her question and asked one of his own. “What would it take for me to take you home and get you to be my good little slave for the night?” She laughed. Being a very dominant woman she was not into playing pet to anyone, well, except maybe her ex, the master vamp, but after his little jaunt into the sun one morning after a particularly amazing evening of sex, when she was told to stay put like the good little submissive she was and watched her lover go up like a sparkler, she wasn’t one to play the game again. She shook her head. “I don’t play games like that, Derrek.” “Well this little bottle here says you do.” “And what the hell is in that bottle? Submissive potion?” “In a matter of speaking, yes. It’s a local potion, and when used it will grant the user complete and total submission of their lover.” “Right. And I’m fucking Queen Mary.” “What you do when I’m not around is your own business; though I think seeing you face deep in another woman would please me greatly.” Apparently, he had taken her statement wrong, but she had to respect his honesty. “I don’t go in for the local folklore. Sorry.” “Ah, so it’s to be a dare then? Very well, Starla Gibson, I dare you to give yourself over into my keeping for the evening, to be my good little plaything until morning and do anything I ask of you. Of course, you won’t be able to say no, not with the potion guiding you.” So that was it. After their talking and their flirting, he had put the offer on the table, and she had to either accept or deny. What would a night in this man’s keeping cost her? If the potion worked, then it was a wild ride ahead, and she was a wild girl, and if it didn’t, she was going to get railed by this hunk, something she sorely needed. Well, Gib old girl, why the fuck not? He’s pretty and creative, and you need this don’t you? Screw it, you came out for fun and it looks like it found you. She wasn’t scared of the guy killing her and defiling her dead body. She held more power in her small form than anyone ever knew, and her shadows would keep her safe, as they always did. And if things got too much, she could always use them to call to others of her own kind for aid. She leaned over the table and took in the man who gave her the offer and licked her lips. The body under the linen suit filled out the material perfectly. Not too built, more toned and tight than anything else she figured, and she realized right then she really wanted to see if she was right in her speculation. “I’m not the kinda girl to back down from a dare, Derrek. What’s the terms?” He smirked. “No terms. Just the dare. ” The man was looking for a fling and willing to give her a night of erotic sex involving a magic potion. When else did an opportunity like this arise? And who knows, if it did work, she just might enjoy it. “You’re on, Derrek. Where to?” They ended up at a villa just above the town; the house perched on the side of the large hill, the forest around them lush and teeming with life. Gibson

smiled and looked down on the lights of the festival, the moderate din of the revelers a whisper on the breeze at this height. She felt Derrek come up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, his mouth going to the hollow of her shoulder and nibbling. It was a familiar gesture, but the car ride up had been the same, Derrek grabbing her once inside the taxi and pulling her onto his lap, kissing her fiercely and slipping his hands up her thighs like it was the most natural thing he could do. He took liberties with her, and they didn’t even know each other an hour. Gibson took it as a good sign and went with it, enjoying his apparent need for her. At his touch she leaned into him, her body growing wet at the thought of submitting to him. She wasn’t really one to like being submissive to anyone, but Derrek, well; they would just have to see if this potion worked. “So you said something about a potion?” she whispered, the breeze blowing around them caressing her naked breasts through her cotton shirt, turning her nipples pebble hard. He kissed her exposed shoulder and ran his hands over her torso, his fingers casually slipping beneath the band of her skirt. “Mmmm, I did,” he agreed as his hands pulled her flush against him as they continued to creep playfully under her skirt. She could feel his erection pressing against her back. His soft lips gently kissed the flesh on her neck as he spoke, “Are you ready to submit yourself to my every whim?” "Well if that potion you have works, then why not?" He moved his hand slightly with a slight shrugging motion. She felt him press something ice cold onto her lower belly drawing a gasp from her. "Why not indeed." His voice was tinged with amusement as her rolled the cold bottle over her, slipping it to her hot thighs and back up to her lower stomach. She shuddered, involuntarily opening her thighs while leaning back into him. She wasn’t sure why, but Derrek Ramirez was pushing all the right buttons The bottle began to heat up with her body, and he rolled the potion up, eventually pulling it from her skin and holding it in front of her. "There it is, dear." The potion was not clear anymore, but tinted a light green, no doubt due to the herbs floating in it. She smiled to the night in front of her. Whatever the stuff really was in the bottle, it had her intrigued. "So what? You coat my body with this stuff?" "I could…but then we might run the risk of transference onto me or perhaps onto one of my evening’s helpers. It’s very potent and must be handled with extreme care," he whispered into her ear. "You must drink it, my pet. I can assure you it has quite a pleasant taste." Evening’s helpers? Lord what was he talking about there? Other people? Gibson was far from a prude and had had her share of interesting evenings with her ex's, and tonight didn’t seem to be anything different. She smirked. "An actual potion? Well I’m nothing if not adventurous." "Actions speak louder than words, Starla." He moved the bottle drawing her attention back to it. "You know what to do." She wrapped dainty fingers around it and turned in his arms to face him, uncorking it and then tipping it to her lips. She winked and downed it in one shot, the liquid thick and sugary, with a soft hint of a green taste, like perfect

herbs in their most fragrant bloom. She licked her lips, enjoying the taste and smiled at him. He smiled knowingly. "Perfect, it shouldn't take long to come into effect." "Oh yeah?" she said the words and shook her head, the world going slightly fuzzy. "A few minutes." He took her hand and led her to a table sitting her down in the chair. There was a decanter of red wine and two glasses. He poured her a glass and passed it to her, choosing the seat to her left. "Should I be drinking with this potion in my system?" she asked with a small smile on her face. The shadows in the room pulsed in the corners, and she inwardly grinned. They were ready to play, and as she sat there, feeling things course through her body, she realized she was getting ready, too. "It's perfectly natural; the wine will only help settle you and help wash the potion through your system." He poured himself a glass and took a sip. She raised her glass and sipped the wine, a sweet merlot, and smiled. "So you mentioned something about evening helpers?" "I did," he said not elaborating on the subject. She smirked and felt fuzzy again, giggling. "How do you feel now, pet?" If nothing else, she was feeling the effects of the potion and her body was feeling really light. "I feel good, Derrek, plush." He nodded. "Excellent." He stood unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his knees before sitting back down. "Why don’t you come over here and show me just how good you are feeling," He motioned to his lap. She shuddered and saw him sit back down, licking her lips involuntarily. The urge to do what he wanted was strong, stronger than her own resolve. She realized she did want to go to him, have his hands on her body, and her skin touching his. She nodded and got up, walking the few steps to him and standing in front of him, looking down his body. Her eyes snagged on the smooth expanse of golden chest peaking through his unbuttoned shirt, the lines of a tattoo on his left side pectoral slightly visible. Her gaze traveled lower, to the magnificent hard on he was sporting, half covered by the bottom of his shirt. She licked her lips. From what she could see of what he had waiting for her, she was in for some night, if he knew how to use the thing. She looked back to his face, seemingly for direction. He smirked up at her as if knowing exactly what she was feeling. "I think I'll have you on your knees, pet." She went to him without question or retort, her eyes once again trailing down his perfect body. "Now, pet, I want you to suck my cock into your pretty little mouth and show me just how good you feel." He licked his lips. She tried to resist. Everything in her was screaming not to do it, to stand and smile and tell him to make her, but then there was that nagging little feeling that told her to do as he said. She gave in, nuzzling his thigh and snaking her tongue out, trailing a wet line up his balls and shaft, nudging the shirt out of the way. He was thick and long and completely the kinda fun she was looking for. As

her mouth closed on his tip, she rolled her eyes up to look at him, whimpering as she tried her damnedest to fit him in her mouth and down her throat. He groaned, keeping his intense gaze trained down on her. "That’s it, my pet, get it all down." She struggled, her mouth wet and hot around him, getting up on her knees for leverage. He was long, and she had to be careful, but all she wanted was to please him, to make him groan, so she worked him slowly and got him down, groaning. He gasped. "That’s it. Oh you’re such a good girl." His praise spurned her on, and she moved, slowly up and down his hard shaft, enjoying the way he felt. "Perfect, pet." He stroked her hair lightly. "Get to know it. Take your time; you won’t be getting another chance tonight to be so leisurely." She moaned and played. Sucking cock had always been one of her favorite things to do, but Derrek’s voice, its even measure and smoky sound, made this time all the better. The man knew how to play with her just right. He growled, forcing his head back. His grasp on her hair tightened, but he still allowed her the freedom to do as she pleased. She whimpered, his cock still deep inside her mouth. His growl was her reward, and she enjoyed it all the more that she was pleasing him. "God, you're so fucking good," he gasped, his breathing becoming more labored. She sobbed around his cock, still working him, still doing what he asked. "That’s it, so good…but I know you can do better. Suck my cock like your life depended on it." His words struck a chord. Every time he spoke she would feel it everywhere, the compulsion to do what he wanted so damn strong. She worked him harder bringing her mouth off him and moved down to his balls, sucking them into her mouth and rolling them. She came off him and smiled, going back to his shaft, sucking hard at his tip and then lightly raking her teeth down a she sucked him deeper. "That’s it. Fuck I'm close you…you suck like a whore when you set your mind to it, pet." She moaned her response, too full of his thickness to actually answer. Her mind was filled with thoughts of tasting Derrek, knowing he would be as spicy as his demeanor. He moaned and grabbed her hair painfully as he came, spurting into her mouth. "That’s it, swallow it all down like a good little girl, pet," he panted after a moment. She whimpered and fidgeted as she swallowed him down. He tasted every bit as good as she thought, and she wanted more. Her body felt perfect, and all she wanted was to hear his praise again. She pulled off him and smiled. "You taste so good." "So I've been told." He smiled down at her. The air around her felt as fuzzy as she did, and she sighed, becoming more pliant. It was his voice, she decided, his voice that made her want to please him. She smiled a languorous smile at him and licked her lips again, giggling.

He took her hand and stood, zipping himself back in. "You were excellent. Definitely first rate. How do you feel now? Can you feel the potion working through you?" She leaned back, slipping her knees to the side, and propped herself on the carpet with her right hand, feeling the tight weave of the carpet. Maybe it was the potion, but the man’s voice just had a hypnotic sting to it, and she slid her arm so she was lounging on the floor, looking up the perfect line of his body. "I don’t know what it is, but I think it’s you." She smiled. Amusement shone in his eyes. "What is me?" "Your voice. Ummm it’s perfect." "No doubt." He sat back down. She watched him, her body screaming with need to touch him, to hear him speak again. As the demon she was, she wouldn’t beg him for anything, but as the potion slithered around her veins, she was coming closer to being the begging wanton mess she knew he wanted. Well it wasn’t going to happen without help, and she was not the kinda girl to just do something like this on her own. She was a princess, and princesses didn’t show weakness. He smiled at her then stood, lifting his glass with him. "Why don’t we go inside, pet?" She nodded and started to get up off the cushy carpet. He smiled down at her. "Perfect, this way…" He turned his back to her and walked into the house. The house was stylish, in keeping with its owner. It was masculine, and modern, with hints of the old world charm of the city. Derrek's house was a reflection of himself. She started to tell him this, but her tongue refused to work for her. Every sensation she felt was amplified, the wind coming through open villa doors, the feel of the ground beneath her naked feet, and as she walked through the darkness of the alcove into the candlelit room beyond, the tingles of the shadows and her magic pulled at her. It was all erotic, and she shivered. He took her to the kitchen area and leaned casually against the counter. Talking wasn’t an option for her. Her body was on edge, her power leaking from her. Shadow demons rarely leaked, but she felt it around her like an aura. Whatever it was she drank, it had to be the reason; she never lost control like this. The need for direction was strong, and just watching the man in front of her was making her fingers itch to touch him. She swallowed and gave a slight whisper. "What now?" "Now? Tell me, what would you like to do now?" "Anything…anything you want," she panted, her body moving closer to his. He smiled sexily, keeping his silence His silence was indeed killing her. She reached him and placed a finger on his exposed chest, smiling. "Anything I want? Pet, I know you'll do anything I want. I want to know what you want to do, right now…" He was playing with her, and she knew it. She had very little of her normal self available, and she was going to have to try to regain more to prove the potion didn’t work as well as he was thinking. She moved her fingers and

pushed his shirt aside, exposing his intricate tattoo. "What’s this mean?" she asked, following the outline with her fingertip. "What makes you think it has any meaning at all?" He shook his head. "Answer my question." The command hit her. "I want…I want to see this beautiful body of yours. I wanna strip you naked and kneel at your feet. I want to do anything you want me to do." He smiled, clearly pleased by her answer. "Well then, what are you waiting for?" She licked her lips and shuddered, her fingers making quick work of his shirt buttons and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. Derrek was magnificent; the tawny skin covering his muscles, the sparse hair on his now exposed arms, and the trim line of hair dipping under his pant line, making the outline of his perfectly toned abs more startling. He had a few more tattoos, and she wondered idly what they meant. They weren’t anything she had ever seen. His pants were next, and the zipper and button of the linen pants didn’t give her any resistance as she grabbed the material on each hip and pulled down, slipping to her knees and looking up to him, getting the pants off his legs so he stood gloriously naked in front of her. He was perfect everywhere. "I think I like having you at my feet, pet," he commented as his hand flicked out to catch a lock of her hair. He bent down pulling on her hair so that his lips brushed her ear. "Now, I want you to strip for me. If you do well, you'll get a reward and praise; if not…well, a night without the release your body so desires is a harsh punishment." Gibson shuddered and moved back from him licking her lips and slipped her shirt off her arms and turned, making a little show of her stripping, slowly taking her shirt off and then working slowly on her skirt, sliding it down her hips inch by inch. When she had her clothes in a pile next to her, she went back to her knees and looked hopefully at him. His heated gaze moved appraisingly over her body. "Very good." His hands darted out to her shoulders pulling her close to him. "You are such a treat, Starla Gibson, one to be savored indeed." He brushed his lips against hers. "Tell me, pet, how wet are you? Can you feel yourself drenched with need? Is it oozing out of you, between your clenched thighs?" Derrek’s words ran through her, and she nodded, shaking slightly. Everything he had done had been a tease to her, and he had truly yet to touch her after the car ride. Her body was riding that hard edge, between frustration and arousal, and all she could do to not beg him to take her was to keep her mouth shut. She wanted him badly and knew her resolve was wearing thin. He smiled. "You know, here in Brazil we tend to answer direct questions with words," he mused, his fingertips playing lightly with the skin on her arms. She shivered and swallowed, trying to speak without too much need in her voice. "You make me very wet, Derrek." "So it would seem, you're shivering…your whole body’s on edge. It knows what it wants."

It did indeed. She nodded, trying to figure out where the night was going. He didn’t make any move toward anything, and her body was screaming for experience. He bent slightly taking her lips with his kissing her gently. He walked her forward as their lips locked stopping only when the back of her thighs hit something solid. His hands moved to her buttocks lifting her onto the table, and he spread her legs wide, standing between them. "I did promise a reward, didn’t I?" His erection was inches from her core. She shivered and nodded, her hands touching his warm and perfect flesh. He kissed her mouth, and down her neck and chin, pausing to nip the hollow that he seemed to love so much. His hot tongue flashed out of his mouth, and he ran it down to her nipple, taking it into his mouth and rolling it around, flicking over it with the tip of his tongue. Gibson gasped and arched into him, throwing her head back. He moaned into her, releasing her and kissing lower down her body. Again his tongue flashed out to lick slowly around her belly button and down to her thigh. He fell to his knees, his tongue creeping ever closer to where she needed it to be. His hand spread her legs wider slinging them over his shoulders and keeping her now writhing body still. His face was now inches from her, he cruelly rolled his eyes up to meet hers, his hot breath misting over her. "Oh god, Derrek, please," she sobbed, trying desperately to move. He smirked and thrust his long tongue out of his mouth, slowly lapping around her. He slowly sucked her soft folds into his mouth, parting them with his tongue and exploring her fully before pulling back and kissing her clit making sure that he caused as little friction as possible. His every action was careful and precise making sure he kept her aroused but not giving her anywhere near enough to send her over the edge. She whimpered, enjoying the sweet torture. He growled into her, sucking her clit into his mouth and swirling it with his tongue. She cried out and came hard for him, her body finally hitting the right plateau. He pushed his face deeper into her lapping her up. "Oh god, Derrek," she panted, her hands in his shiny black curls. He pulled back, laying a sweet kiss on her before standing. "God don’t stop," she groaned, frustration kicking back in. The second his skin wasn’t touching hers, her body went back to the tight fuzzy feeling, everything knotted up again, filling her with need. "I'll stop when I want to…I said you got a reward, not enough to slake your lust though. That wouldn’t be any fun at all now, would it?" She whimpered and licked her lips. "I didn’t sign on for this." "Yes, you did." He trailed his hand up her thigh, teasing her open with his finger. "Now why don't you bend over that table, you’re perching on, and tell me exactly what you want me to do to your body…I want to hear you beg." Again, the compulsion to do what he wanted was overwhelming. She shuddered as his voice sent slight orgasms through her. "How…How do you do

that?" she asked as she ran her hands over her own body, every place his voice had caressed her. "Do what?" "Your voice…" she panted as she felt it again. "My voice? This is how it always is, Starla, how it’s always been." She shuddered again, feeling his voice slip around her flesh like a wet tongue. "What are you…? Your voice…it feels like…like…" She panted and licked her lips. "Like?" he asked in the same voice. "As for my race I'm not as special as a full blooded royal demon. I'm a simple worker of herbs. Now are you going to do as I asked you to? I do wish to hear you beg, but if you're going to be difficult…" He knew she was a demon. She never told him, never gave any indication. How the hell did he know? "Who told you I was a demon?" "The shadows leak from you and anyone with half a brain can read the signs." She shivered, his voice snaking through her senses like fire. Her power was a little off kilter since getting there, but she didn’t think it was noticeable. His voice was affecting her like a drug, and she was sure it was the potion doing its work. Either way she would find out just what Derrek Ramirez was later. She shuddered and looked at him. "God, your voice," she whispered. "So where were we? Bend over that table." She shivered again at his voice’s command and slid off the table, turning and doing as he asked, her ass, back and brand exposed to his view. He smiled positioning himself behind her, teasing her entrance with his cock Her hands on the sides of the table, bracing for his invasion, her thoughts went to the brand clearly visible on the small of her back. It pulsed with shadow magic, and she hoped he wouldn’t ask about it. He touched against her, teasingly. "You want this?" God, yes, she did. She nodded and whimpered, swaying her hips slightly. "Tell me…" He pushed a little into her holding her hips still. "Beg." She knew it was useless denying him now; nothing in her wanted to. She moved in front of him and whispered. "Please, Derrek, please, I need…need…” He thrust deep inside of her, lifting her hips to meet him. Gibson bit her bottom lip, stifling a scream, the action turning it into a groan. He was large and thick and felt oh so perfect inside her, her body sighing with relief now that he was touching her. She pushed back into him and sobbed. "So tight, pet." He gripped tightly to her driving deep into her. Everything he did to her drove her on, wanting more. Her head was resting on the table now, as she looked left and moaned with every thrust. His body worked its way faster and deeper into hers. His rhythmic pounding was sparking things inside of her that she hadn't known existed. All she wanted was him; his touch, his breath on her neck, and his kisses on her skin. Nothing in the world mattered as much as pleasing him. She felt him move, and his angle changed driving down into her. His feather light kisses caressed over her back.

She sobbed and broke, coming hard for him and calling his name. The man was fantastic, and all she wanted was more of him, always more. He growled, riding out her orgasm. "Such a treat,” he muttered into her shoulder before kissing her and pulling out. His strong hands turned her and repositioned her on the edge of the table, his lip invading hers as soon as he had the chance. He pushed deep inside of her again, growling into her mouth as he did. He was relentless. Her body craved his, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of the potion or because of something darker. No man had ever set her on edge like she was now; no one else ever made her wanna lose control, to just give it up to them and ride the pleasure. He broke the kiss, nuzzling over to the ear. "That’s it, give it all over, lose that control, girl. Become mine." His voice was low and demanding. She couldn’t think of a better thing to do than to do what he asked. The man was perfect. He kissed down her shoulder, purring softly in her ear. "God, you feel so good, Derrek." It had to be the potion. Nothing had ever felt this good to her before, not even when the vampire fed from her femoral artery, and that, she thought at the time, was bliss. With everything that she had been through in her already long life, she had never experienced anything this erotic. Every feeling, every slight touch and breath, amplified to the point of almost painful satisfaction. Right now, all she needed was him. The night’s festivities below were getting underway, the howling whistles of bottle rockets and other fireworks being let loose to blossom in the sky above them. They broke at their level, turning the outside veranda into a sparkle show, the brilliant lights and colors of the celebratory sky flowers dancing in Gibson’s eyes. “It’s so beautiful,” she said as she watched it all intently. The shadows at the edge of the open air deck danced with the lights, moving in ways Gibson not only found alluring, but magical. “Star flowers,” she said absently as she watched, feeling the man in front of her slipping in and out of her flesh slowly, holding her hips in place. “God, Derrek, faster, please.” He happily granted her what she'd asked for, his pace quickening. His soft lips danced over her collarbone, kissing and sucking at her delicate skin. She arched and closed her eyes throwing her head back and moaning. It was all so perfect. Derrek's body played havoc with hers, and all she could do was spurn him on. He growled, nipping at her skin as their joined bodies were framed by the bright colors from the explosions outside. "Come for me," he whispered into her ear before sucking her lobe into his hot mouth, nibbling on it. She sobbed and gave herself over to the sensations he was giving her and shuddered. Derrek framed in the lights, his muscular chest and arms moving, the feel of things inside of her, his voice like syrup in her ear, it really was all too much. She did come for him then, long and hard, the end of any restraint she had melting away. "Derrek…" she whispered as she kissed his shoulder and moaned. He pulled back, keeping his face inches from hers. A small smile flitted across his face. "Perfect, just perfect." He bridged the small gap to her mouth

kissing her long and deep. His movements became more and more urgent as he neared his climax. Her body resonated with energy and she panted. He was a god to her tonight. She kissed and nipped at his shoulder. "Ummm you’re fantastic, Derrek." He smirked at her, keeping their bodies tight together. "I know." He kissed her soundly on her lips. This man’s touch was intoxicating, and she loved how she fit against him. She purred as she closed her eyes, still breathing heavy. "Well, that was a nice little warm up." He kissed her again and pulled out of her, stepping away from her. The loss she felt was instantaneous. She frowned at the feeling; it was as alien to her as true wanting, but she was beginning to know what true longing was. She licked her lips. "What have you done to me, Derrek?" "You did it yourself, pet." He smiled down at her. The concept was not something she could wrap her mind around. "Right. It’s your potion. I don’t give in like this on my own." "If you say so." He said nonchalantly, "I did warn you the potion was potent." She smiled and licked her lips. "You did. And I took your challenge." "And I know you're enjoying yourself." "I’m enjoying you." "As I knew you would." She squirmed on the table once again, his voice taking that edge to it. Her nipples hardened, and she ran her fingertips between her breasts. The shadows traveled off the walls to meet her hand at the table, her powers deciding they wanted a bit of time out to play as well. They traveled up her arm in a slinky motion, caressing her, a poor substitute for Derrek’s touch, but as she was being denied at this point, of everything but his gaze, her body craved more attention. Shadows listened to her kind, more so the royalty of her kind, and as she was a princess of the shadow court, they felt her need and moved to slake her thirst for sensation. He smiled knowingly at her and licked his lips. "Mmmm, now that is a show, pet." Her body writhed on its own, the shadows sucking at her skin like a lover, and she fell backwards, leg up, shadows snaking inside her thighs. He growled, fixing her intently with his gaze. This wasn’t what she wanted. With the potion still riding her resolve, she sat up and smirked at him, her body encased in shadow. She whispered nonsense to them, and they wiggled off her body and back to where they originally were. He smiled at her. "Not good enough?" "They are fun, but you’re much more fulfilling." "I bet." He smirked taking her hand. "I think we need a change of locations. Let’s move through to the bedroom." Again his voice made quick work of her senses. She nodded and looked down at her now throbbing body and gingerly slipped off the table. "You’re going to make me walk?"

"You expect me to carry you?" She pouted. "Guess not." She stayed where she was, not trusting herself to actually walk. "I'm not the carrying type, that’s not what you’re here for," he scolded teasingly. "Now you'll follow me through or I'll leave you here." He turned his back to her and sauntered off out the door. The man was beyond sexy when he walked, and the only thing Gibson wanted was to indeed follow him and find out what he had in store for her next. She took a step and then another, letting go of the table. Her legs didn’t give out but were indeed weak from her activities earlier. She made it into the alcove to the bedroom a minute later, not knowing what was waiting beyond it. He sat on the oversized bed, his naked flesh framed by the dark grey satin sheets. "You made it I see." She nodded and leaned against the alcove edge, her shadows behind her. He was framed by steel colored sheets and dark blue walls, the perfect combination to offset his naturally tan skin and black hair. She smiled. "God, you look like a piece of candy." He smirked. "Indeed I do. Come here, pet." His arrogance would normally be a turn off, but right now she just didn’t care. She went to him slowly, her hips swaying in a seductive fashion, the longer strands of hair moving around her face from the cross breeze of the windows. She was there in eight steps, standing before him. He got to his knees and pulled her down into a kiss and onto the bed. His large hands stroked her body, his fingertips brushing at her nipples. She moaned and leaned into him, the sensations filling her once again. She was feeling him and only him; their environment meant nothing. It was an ideal scene, the man of her apparent dreams on the overlarge bed beckoning to her to join him. The urge to make Derrek happy surfaced again, and she went to him, getting on her knees in front of him and kissing him. “I want to make you happy, Derrek.” They didn’t waste any time, kissing and caressing, getting her back in the mood. She supposed Derrek did this often, not that it mattered. Derrek was hers tonight, and tonight it was her that was going to do anything to please him. He pulled back smiling at her. "Oh, I'll make sure you will, pet." He kissed her soundly on the lips. Her body alive once again, she wiggled, now on his lap. She smiled at him, loving his assurance. "Tell me what you want, Derrek." "Mmmm…" He licked his lips, his appraising gaze once again looking over her body. He lay back on the bed, the silk framing his body perfectly. She waited to see what he would say to her, his look setting her skin on fire. She bit her bottom lip her hands touching his flat stomach. "Ride me," he said simply, putting his arms behind his head. The timbre of his voice made her shiver. The man could look at her across a crowded room, the most innocent of glances, and she would be instantly hot. She nodded and reached behind her, grasping him and stroking. His groan sounded in her ears, and she moved back positioning herself, her eyes on his as

she gave him an impish smile and slipped down on him feeling the snug tightness of him filling her, her body accepting him once again. His dark eyes flickered with heat. "Mmmm that’s it, pet, take it all deep into you." She sobbed and touched his stomach, her fingers resting in the indents of his abs, her nails making half moons in his flesh with the slight pressure of her leaning her weight on her hands as she rode him. "You love that don’t you, pet?" He smirked up at her. She did. The feeling of him under her, bucking up into her hard as she rode down onto him was fantastic, and she let go, leaning back, her face to the ceiling, eyes closed. "So close…" she breathed in a minute whisper, her hands now firmly holding onto his sides. His hand came out to touch her, grabbing her hips and holding her firmly. "Touch yourself," his voice commanded. The voice commanded and she obeyed. Her hands went to her breasts, and stroked, the right pinching her nipple, the left traveling up her body to her neck, then her mouth, fingers slipping in and getting wet, then trailing back down her body slowly, stopping where they were joined, swirling her wet fingers on her clit. He growled, his hands tightening on her pale thighs. "Such a good willing whore. It feels good doesn’t it…tell me." He bucked further into her. "Yes, Derrek, yes," she exclaimed between sobs, the orgasm building. "You feel so good. God, don’t stop." "Never happen, pet." His hands surrounded her waist pulling her deeper onto him. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and she screamed for him, not the first time this night, her control completely lost to her. The shadows around her quivered with her release, and she fell forward, kissing his chest. He lifted her, his hands tweaking at her nipples. "You are perfect up there. I should keep you," he commented absentmindedly. Keeping her? The thought sent waves of pleasure through her, and she nodded just as absently, reveling in his touch again. "God anything." "We'll see how well you please me." He bucked harder into her. She sobbed again and shivered, his length deeper inside her now, working harder. "Derrek," she whimpered as her eyes closed again, her hands on his holding them on her breasts, his fingers still pinching her nipples. "Harder." He growled and flipped them both over, sinking farther into her. "Harder is what you get," he hissed in her ear. "Oh god, yes!" She bent her shoulders to the bedclothes, her hands balling at the silk sheets. He grabbed her hair pulling it back and kissing her deeply. His actions pushed her over the edge again, and she came violently, moaning into his mouth. He rode out her orgasm slowly, grinding himself into her. She panted, pulling away from the crushing kiss, her eyes half closed. "You’re amazing."

He smirked down at her, his body still deep within hers. "I know." He pulled half out then thrust back inside of her. "But we're not finished yet, pet." She shuddered and sobbed, closing her eyes, his voice and actions making her shake. "Derrek…god, that feels good." He lifted her hips with his hands, driving higher into her. "That’s it, pet…such a good girl." He growled into her flesh as he kissed his way to her nipple. Her body moved on its own, wanting as much of his attention as possible. She arched, snaking her tongue out as she gasped. He took a pert nipple into his mouth teasingly nibbling on it. Everything he did made her more his. He knew how to touch her, how to excite her like he was made just for her pleasure, though she was sure it was the other way around. All the sensation was too much. This man was beyond amazing in the bedroom, and she knew she would do anything, anything to stay in his bed. His thrusts changed, becoming more demanding. He drove himself mercilessly deeper into her, his pace speeding erratically. A low rumbling growl worked its way up from his chest, and he lifted his head to meet her eyes. "I'm close, pet. Come for me…" Gibson whimpered her body past begging for release. She let go and screamed his name, hearing her voice echo off the walls. Giving in to anyone never felt so good, and she let go, giving him everything she could. He swore loudly, as his body spilled violently into hers, his nails drawing blood from her. Finally spent he collapsed on top of her panting heavily. Derrek's weight on her was perfect, and she was enveloped in him, his scent, his devastatingly sexy body and his aura. Whatever he was, he was potent, and if she were a succubus, she would be past power drunk. She kissed his shoulder, content in staying in that position for all time. To be his and have his attention all the time…the fleeting thought of the potion surfaced, and she wondered of what would happen in the morning. It was the potion; it had to be. He tenderly nuzzled her chest. "How do you feel now, pet?" he asked his deep voice rumbling through her. "Your voice sets me off, Derrek." "Off?" She shuddered. "I hear it and it melts through me." He laughed. "I'll need to remember that, pet." He raised his head and licked his lips. "What are you?" she asked, half expecting him to avoid the question once again. "I told you, I'm a simple worker of herbs." He smiled secretively. "I work closely with the elements." He still wouldn’t tell her, she smirked, intent on finding out what he was. "I feel so good." "Mmmm, you should." He rolled off her, pulling her down to his level so that he could kiss her sweetly. "You've had a long day." He brushed a stray hair from her face.

She shuddered and nodded, not sure if she was agreeing with what he said, or with the song his voice was whispering to her nerve endings. "Tell me, have you found what you were looking for this morning as you wandered through the crowds?" She looked at him with a lazy smile on her face. "You were watching me?" "To say you caught my attention would be an understatement. Yes, I was watching you…as I watch all the major powers that come to my home." His choice of words was cryptic, but his tone was seductive. She purred and cuddled to him. "And I guess you liked what you saw. Or were you just looking for someone to try out your magic potion on?" He laughed. "The potion is tried and tested, pet. I liked what I saw very much and instantly knew you'd look better framed against silk." She giggled and licked her lips. "I can’t argue with that." "No, I don’t think you can." He brushed his lips against hers, pulling her closer. "Sleep, pet, we can discuss these things in the morning." His soft voice was commanding, and she obeyed, falling into a deep sleep, her mind awash with images of her and Derrek in positions and situations they hadn’t even touched on that night. The feeling of his hands all over her, his lips, his smirk and the slightly evil look in his eyes, his words in her dream echoing as she woke, and she spoke, agreeing with them. "Yes, yours, I'm yours, the collar, yes, anything." He looked down at her from his sitting position and set his paper aside. "A collar? I think that’s been done to death, don’t you?" He smirked. She woke completely and blinked. "What?" "I could ask you the same thing, pet." "I must have been dreaming." She sat up and looked around, the dregs of sleep and sex still clinging to her. "Must have been some dream. I had a few myself." He took a sip from his mug. She sat up and looked at him, lounging naked next to her, sipping the dark coffee the Brazilians favored. She turned, also naked, onto her stomach and smiled, trailing a finger down his side. He set the mug aside and gave her his full attention. "How are you feeling this morning?" "Ummm, pretty good, no after effects of the little cocktail you gave me. It was fun last night, though I would never have given in if it wasn’t for the potion." "It was a strange day yesterday," he said ignoring her comment. "If somebody had told me yesterday morning, that I would have a royal demon princess as my willing pet, to play with as I pleased, I would have laughed them off. Yet here you are, perfectly willing and naked in my bed, ready to do anything I ask." "Unless you have that potion again, I fear you might be sorely mistaken, Derrek. I told you if it wasn’t for the potion, I wouldn’t have." He smiled indulgently down at her. "Very well then, leave, of your own free will, go. I will not stop you. Go…if you want to…"

His words and voice slipped into her subconscious and caressed low things in her body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. His words sat in her head, and she stewed them about, realizing she didn’t want to go, didn’t want to leave the bed. She smiled. "I don’t want to go." "I know you don’t." She giggled and scooted up, her head on his thigh. "So? What was in that potion, Derrek? I’m sure you could market it to some spell dealers, lord knows there’s a market." She kissed him where his leg and torso met, snaking her tongue out to taste his skin, unable to stop herself. "The potion? It's worthless, practically sugar water. My type of magic cannot force a person to do anything against their will or push them over that edge of uncertainty. You did those things because you're a perfect slut who wants to make me very happy, and will do anything in your power to complete that task." He grinned. "And I think I know what I can market to spell dealers." The thought that she had been duped, taken a placebo, and become a wanton little thing, all because she really wanted it, mildly disturbed her, but his words rang true to her. The men in her life before this weren’t what she needed, and that’s why they were gone. She was tired of being the dominant force in her relationships, tired of being so hard. Derrek was exactly what she wanted in a man, dominant, mysterious, sexy and one hell of a lover. She smiled. "Maybe you’re right," she purred. "Just maybe? I think you'll soon find that I'm very often right, pet." "And what does that mean? You think I’m just going to stay here with you? I might want you, Derrek, but I’m not a slave," she said defiantly as she looked at him, lust plain in her eyes. He laughed. "Of course you’re not, and I'm not one to keep slaves…but having a pet could be to my advantage." His eyes sparkled with lust and amusement. "And to answer your question, yes, I do think you'll just stay here with me. There’s nothing out there for you…but here, here you have me." She shivered as he spoke, his voice once again affecting her. "You want me to stay?" "I want you to admit to the type of woman that you are. I need you to agree that you want to stay and be my pet. Not for me, but because it will bring you a peace that you have longed for all your life." He smiled down at her again. “And yes, I would like you to stay." Admitting what he wanted cost her nothing and gained her a man that wanted her, who went to great lengths to acquire her, and admitted that he wanted her to stay. It was the first thing about himself he told her, and she took it as a small victory. Gibson turned on her side and smiled. "I want to stay and be your pet, Derrek. I love your voice." He smiled. "Then stay with me, pet. I’ll never make you leave or stay, and I myself won’t be venturing too far out of the area." "Ummm. So here with you? Just me and you?" "Would you like there to be anyone else?" his voice teased. His voice affected her again and she shuddered. "I think it doesn’t matter what I want. I’m the pet. I don’t care really, and you have to tell me what it is about your voice, Derrek. My body sings when you speak."

"As you said, you’re the pet. I'll tell you everything you need to know, and that, my sweet, is not something that you need to know." His words were punctuated with what seemed like the phantom caresses of her shadows, and she rolled on her back and stretched. The shadows were to bed for the morning, but the power was always just below the surface. She touched it, the power, and it reacted to what she was feeling. It liked Derrek, and it wanted her to stay. "Okay, Derrek, whatever you say."

About the Authors Stella and Audra Price are multi-published, award winning authors of the Eververse books, including many not yet in print. They have opened the minds and hearts of readers and reviewers alike with their tales of Were-snakes, Satyrs, Djinn, Unicorns, Fallen Angels and Demons, and live daily in the Eververse. Sisters, they are bi-continental, and spend the bulk of their time bringing their books to life. They are currently working on the next few books in the Eververse series simultaneously. They love to hear from fans and readers alike, and you can reach them at their www.stellaandaudra.com, their message board: website, www.shadowheights.com, or at their respective email accounts: [email protected] or [email protected].