Demon's Triad by Anna J. Evans, December Quinn Read Free Book Online Page B

buried inside her until he was hard once more, until he could ride her again, come inside her again, until their magic achieved the ultimate union and a child was conceived.
    What the hell? A child? The idea was ludicrous and clearly not the product of his own mind.
    “By the gods, I call…” Ferrin swallowed with difficulty and struggled to remember the rest of the words to the liberty spell, but his mind failed him.
    His feet suddenly began to move of their own accord, but he wrapped his arms around the nearest tree, holding on tight to keep from running to join the couple still furiously mating in the glen. The rough bark scraped his skin but did nothing to banish the all-consuming lust that raged through his body. The sounds Dorand and the woman were making didn’t help either. Moans, grunts, cries of ecstasy and the slap of skin against skin as Dorand fucked her with a rough passion unlike anything Ferrin had seen in five years as his lover.
    If you’d asked him ten minutes ago if Dorand was even capable of that level of abandon, even in the midst of the greatest fuck of his life, Ferrin would have said no.
    Dorand was strong, steady, downright boring at times. Even when in the grip of high temper, he wasn’t the type to give up his infamous control. Not like Ferrin…
    That’s why Carantha had called Ferrin to her bed when there was no magic involved. She loved to feel him ramming away inside her, lost to everything but the need to take his pleasure. She liked for him to hurt her, bruise her delicate tissue with the force of his desire, and he enjoyed the same. He had never come as hard as when Carantha scraped her nails down his back until he bled, breaking the skin on his shoulder as she bit him in the midst of her passion.
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    But he had an instinctive feeling that this raven-haired woman could make him come even harder. Just the touch of their lips would be electric, a wickedly sensual promise of how addictive the sex could be between them. Once they were skin to skin, his cock sliding into the velvet sheath of her pussy, there would be nothing that could separate them. They would meld together, a tangle of sweaty flesh, mating so furiously that they would both fear they would die from it—and know that they would welcome that sweet death when it came.
    Get it together, man! You’ve got to stop this, got to stop Dorand before—
    Before what? There was no danger out there in the mix of white and blue light that shone around the couple. There was only magic sharing, Dorand lapping up the azure power of the woman beneath him even as she glowed brighter and brighter with white Amiantos power.
    No, the danger was here, inside his own body, pulsing through his veins. Whatever he was, whatever evil had spawned him and abandoned him in the Amiantos woods so many years past raised its horned head within him.
    “No,” Ferrin muttered, licking away the sweat that beaded on his lip. “Be gone from me by the gods of the grove. By the gods of the fathers and their sons, by the gods of those who would welcome man into the Otherworld, be gone from me. Let me see with the eyes of the common man, speak the words of the common tongue, and know the—”
    Fuck! What was the last part of the spell? He’d chanted the damn thing a hundred times, a thousand. The seed of blackness had always been a part of him, of his magic, but it had been a part he could control. Don’t give the damn thing water, don’t give it food, and it will stay a seed. That had been his motto, and the only thing that had eased his mind when he realized how different he truly was from his adopted coven members.
    He wasn’t Amiantos by blood, but he had learned to be by magic. He was a deathspeaker, a witch who raised the energy to call the dead with a strength that rivaled any other in the known world. If he could learn to work a magic most could only claim through birthright, he could control the monster inside him,