Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(34)

Eden tensed. “Oh my God. Your friends… Are they here?” she squeaked.

“Yes.” She had the perfect ass. He knelt and pulled her cheeks apart so he could taste her there. He lost all thought, acting on instinct as his jackal rose to consume him.

And her.





Chapter Five


Eden didn’t know what to think. She’d had sex with a man who thought he belonged to the god Anubis. And Mr. Crazy had been so good she’d nearly passed out when she’d climaxed. Then she’d done one better, and after having unprotected sex once with a stranger, she’d just blown him, swallowing that monster cock while his freaky friends watched.

It was the dirtiest, naughtiest, hottest thing she’d ever done in her life—lives. She blinked when memories not her own invaded, showing her with Tariq while they laughed with his friends and accepted the congratulations of the priestess. They stood arm in arm, so in love…

Warmth prodded her anus then a tongue licked her and stimulated her desire anew.

Good lord, you’re letting the man rim you while his friends jack off watching! Eden glanced to the side and saw Tariq’s handsome, muscular friends doing one another while watching them. The idea should have repulsed the good girl who didn’t even think about sex anymore.

Except she needed them to see, to know Tariq belonged to her.

Yep, definitely joined the crazy bus while he…

“Oh.” She backed into the mouth licking into her body. Rough hands gripped her hips, holding her in place while Tariq tongued her and made her squirm with pleasure. She’d always thought anal sex would be gross and painful. But so far, she felt incredibly turned on.

He growled and panted behind her, sounding more like a dog than a man. She turned to see him and froze. Superimposed over his face, she saw a ghostly form, there but not there, of a dog, one with a narrow muzzle, high, pointed ears, and sharp teeth. He had such bright brown eyes, sparkling like gold. Yet…no, that was Tariq snarling at her, commanding her to submit…

She faced the wall again, her heart racing. Her body wanted him, but her mind wanted to make sense of it all. She couldn’t be seeing what she thought she had. None of her actions made any sense. But the intuition she’d counted on all her life to steer her clear of danger insisted she give herself to Tariq—to the beast nuzzling her ass and giving her such pleasure that she could only moan in thanks.

He rose behind her, seeming even larger than she knew him to be. Something drizzled down her backside. Not water, oil. His thick finger seemed covered in it as he prodded her hole then pushed deeper.

She tensed at the invasion, not liking the bite of pain she didn’t want to feel.

“Easy, mate,” he growled at her ear, his voice much more than human. Sharp teeth bit into her shoulder, and she cried out as more pain shocked her out of the numbing pleasure he’d been giving her.

Then something strange happened. A hazy pleasure circled the bite at her shoulder and continued throughout her core, her limbs, her mind. Tariq released her shoulder and licked the wound while he thrust his greased finger deeper up her ass.

“So tight,” he rumbled and moved closer, blanketing her with his body. He pumped her with that finger then added another, and the pain she expected to feel didn’t present itself. Instead, she ground back against him, needing more.

“Deeper,” she begged. “I need you.”

He licked her neck with a man’s mouth, a man’s tongue, and nibbled his way up her throat to bite her earlobe before snarling his own pleasure in a heady little growl of sound.

Mounting her from behind, Tariq removed his fingers and replaced them with something much larger. As slick as his fingers had been, his cock inched inside her and stopped at the ring of muscle preventing his easy entry.

“Push out. Let me in,” he ordered into her ear, his breath hot, urgent.

She pushed out and ground her ass against him. He surged deeper with a groan, and though uncomfortably full, she felt no pain. Only an unfamiliar intrusion.

“Gods, yes. Oh Eden, sweet…” Tariq didn’t move, the whole of them joined. And then he withdrew the tiniest bit before filling her again. Gradually, he let her get accustomed to him as he took her, such deep thrusts, long and slow.

Until she gripped his thighs, needing him to stop playing. The men behind them howled and growled, the scent of sex clear even to her. “More.”

He slammed particularly hard, and then, as if she’d lifted some ban, he began f*cking her. A thorough claiming with a fierce pounding that shot her into orgasm between one breath and the next. She shook and cried out while he hammered into her. He bit her again, right over the last mark on her shoulder, and she kept coming, the ecstasy extreme.

He released his bite and howled as he came, his hold on her hips bruising while the pleasure kept her high and in a happy state, away from any reality.

She barely sensed him withdraw, though she did feel his kisses along her body while he washed her with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes.

“Rehema,” he said, sounding awed as he turned her around to face him. “I’ve found you again.”

Confused, thoroughly pleasured, and lost in his beautiful eyes, she did what felt right and answered, “I’ve missed you so much.”

She couldn’t be sure, but she thought she saw tears in his eyes, eyes no longer that of a mystical canine’s but a man’s. She smiled and let him cradle her to him, awash in the knowledge he’d take care of her, the way he always had.