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  Deep purrs huffed out by his ear, Asad leaning down to bite gently into his neck, running his canines up and down the sensitive skin before returning for another claiming bite. Catan loved being marked by him, the physical evidence that he belonged to this big man.

  A presence at his ass made him part his thighs wider, settling deeper into the sleeping pallet. Writhing with painful pleasure, Catan mewled when a single finger entered him, stroking nerve endings that were practically begging for more. “Now, now now now..."

  Asad bit deeply into his shoulder, holding him in place for his hard cock as it butted up against Catan's quivering flesh. He slid inside, his thick shaft coming home inside Catan's ass. They both groaned. Releasing his skin, Asad licked along the wound, growling his pleasure wordlessly.

  Withdrawing, Asad arched his back, the barbs on his cock rasping against Catan's tissue. Tossing his head, Catan gloried in the feeling, loving the extra pleasure his mate could give him. A hand cupped his balls, rolling the sac gently, sliding up to grip his shaft, milking it in time to the glorious fucking his ass was receiving. “Asad ... oh, Asad..."

  "Come for me, kitten. Come now. I need you to come for me. Yes, move like that. Let me know how much you want it."

  Catan screamed, his roar echoing through the room, his passion evident. Seed jetted from the tip of his cock, milked out by Asad's squeezing pressure. Stars flashed at the back of his eyes, his body bonelessly relaxed. With one last thrust, Asad joined him in release, shooting his cock into Catan's welcoming body.

  They both lay still, panting softly. Asad reached up, releasing Catan's wrists. Grateful for the concern, Catan wrapped his arms around Asad's strong shoulders. “I love you, kitten."

  "And I you. Always."

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  Jade Buchanan

  Jade Buchanan was born in the summer of 2006, out of a slightly shy but definitely warped mind. Jade's alter-ego spends her days working in the world of safety management consulting, but at night she lets Jade out to play. Preferring to live in the world of fiction in which she was born, Jade can be found wandering through fields of words whenever she can. Now if only she can find her dream man—a time-traveling Scottish laird who was born a werewolf that became a vampire and lived on a pirate ship, only to make his way to the new world and work on a ranch in Montana (with a brief foray in the Navy SEALs), before conquering the space time continuum and becoming a space marauding pirate and ruling the galaxy—she'd be a very happy lady.

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  Brimstone by Mistake

  Alice Gaines

  Lucifer has grown tired of processing soul after soul through hell—until Sally Upshaw appears unannounced. The little temptress turns him on as no other woman ever has. The problem ... Heaven's made a mistake. What will Lucifer do when the Man Upstairs wants Sally back?

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  "So, you call this hell.” The woman didn't look the least impressed as she glanced around the anteroom.

  Lucifer had dealt with some tough cookies in his centuries as his own boss. All cookies crumbled eventually. This one would, too. “Fire and brimstone at your service,” he said.

  "The fire's nice.” She wrinkled her little nose. “You overdid the brimstone."

  "I don't remember asking for your opinion."

  She gestured toward him. “Aren't you supposed to be wearing crimson?"

  "I beg your pardon?” He'd escorted thousands of souls to eternal perdition. Many had wept and begged for mercy. Others had insisted that there'd been some mistake and they didn't belong in hell. A few had even found the whole damnation thing sort of a lark. No one had ever questioned his wardrobe before.

  "When Larry said he was sending me to hell, I thought he'd make it a little more believable."

  "Who's this Larry?” He ought to have known what she was talking about. He normally received a complete dossier on souls sent to perdition. This one had just appeared inside the gates wearing the shredded ribbons of what used to be a black lace negligee and a body underneath that made his cock stiff.

  "Larry's the ex-husband. He nearly scared the shit out of me. Showed up with a knife and cut this to shreds.” She lifted the scraps of her gown. “He seemed really pissed, but I guess he just wanted to get kinky."

  "He was really pissed,” Lucifer said. “He killed you. You're in hell."

  "Sure.” She crossed her arms over her chest. The action pushed her breasts up, making them seriously tempting. Not too big, but nicely rounded. As he watched, the nipples puckered into tight points.

  "Say, you're kind of cute for a head case.” She gave him an appraising smile. “And, that's quite a monster in your pants."

  Right about now, his monster was rearing its head like mad. But, first, they needed to settle a few things before he took care of that. “Look, Miss..."

  "Ms.,” she corrected. “I haven't been a virgin since junior high, and I'm sure as hell not going to call myself Mrs. after that disaster of a marriage."

  "What's your name?"

  "Sally Upshaw. What's yours?"

  "Lucifer."

  "Twisted,” she said. “Lucifer what?"

  "Lucifer, Lord of Darkness."

  She rolled her eyes. “Did Larry hire you to scare me out of suing his butt for my share of the estate?"

  "This isn't getting us anywhere.” He snapped his fingers, and the fires of hell appeared around the edges of the room. They looked impressive, but he kept the temperature down. A pillar of tempting female flesh stood only a few feet away from him. No point wasting it in the flames.

  Her eyes got wide, and her mouth formed a little O. “Wow. How'd you do that?"

  He snapped his fingers, and the fire changed color to bright orange. “The Lord of Darkness can do a lot of things."

  The flickering light played over her skin, giving it a lovely blush. She ran her hands over her body, from her throat, over her breasts, and down to her belly. “It's making me hot."

  "You're doing the same for me.” How long had it been since he'd wanted a human female? Most of them cowered and whimpered. Besides, all the women he met in his line of work had done something awful. Sally Upshaw was different. He knew nothing about her, except that some idiot named Larry had killed her. What a waste. Larry belonged here, not this magnificent creature.

  "Are you sure this is hell?” she said. “It feels a lot more like heaven."

  "It'll get even better in a minute.” He snapped his fingers again, and the spa he hadn't used for a couple of centuries appeared. Made of solid rock, it looked like a mountain spring, the water bubbling around inside. “Gives one hell of a massage—pardon the expression.” Far too sexy to enjoy without a lover.

  Her eyes widened, and she walked to the tub. “Awesome."

  He waved his hand, and an ice bucket and two champagne flutes appeared on a side table, a bottle of a fine French cru peeked out of the ice. He filled the glasses with sparkling wine and handed one to Sally. “Santé."

  She clinked her glass against his. “You said a mouthful."

  He took her hand and helped her climb into the tub. As she sank into the water, she took a sip of her wine and gazed at him over the lip of her glass. Her expression held a world of promise, and his cock responded. He'd been hard since she first showed up. Now, his throbbing flesh demanded its reward. No hurry, though. He'd take his time and savor every moment.

  He willed his clothing to disappear. Handy talent, that. One second, his leather pants held his hard-on in place, and the next it stood free. Sally let her gaze wander over him, and she licked her lips as she stared at his crotch.

  He climbed into the spa and slid into the water next to her. She came to him eagerly. Damn, he'd gone too long without the pleasures of the opposite sex. Now, an eager woman had offered herself as a sacrifice to his lust. He lifted his glass to her mouth and tipped it
up just enough to moisten her lips with the wine, then sampled the liquid with his tongue.

  Hard to tell which was sweeter—the wine or her kiss. She sighed, and the breath slipped into his mouth. He could have devoured her right then and there. Slide her down onto his cock and fuck her until they both came. But he'd miss out on some of the joys of her body if he rushed.

  Instead, he kissed her again, pulling her against him and fitting his mouth over hers. Her lips answered his, exploring the corners and then the center. When he offered her his tongue, she grazed the tip of hers against it.

  The fire danced around the rim of the spa now, even though he hadn't commanded it. With just a kiss, she'd turned him on so completely, she'd caused a spontaneous combustion of hellfire. He rested his head against the side of her face. “Slow down, babe."

  "What's going on?” she whispered. “I've never felt like this before."

  "It's the flames. They flicker when I get aroused."

  She glanced around with heavy-lidded eyes. “You must be really aroused."

  "Thanks to you,” he said. “Drink up. Let me show you how the fire works."

  He drained his glass and flung it against the wall. She giggled at the crashing sound and did the same. Now their hands were free for each other. He scooped up a bit of flame and held it in his palm.

  "It doesn't burn you?” she asked.

  "Only in a good way.” He put his hand against her cheek, and the fire sparkled in her red hair.

  "Wow,” she said. “It tingles."

  "It can tingle in other places."

  She took her breasts in her palms and held them up and out of the water. “Like here?"

  "Exactly.” He got a second palm full of fire and then put both hands over her gorgeous tits.

  Her eyes got wide, and she squirmed. “Damn, that feels good."

  "Not too hot?"

  "Define ‘too’ hot."

  "Let me soothe you.” He moved his hands under the water to extinguish the flame and also to pull her closer. Now, her breasts bobbed above the water within reach of his mouth. He sucked one nipple inside and used his tongue to tease it. Mewling like a kitten, she held his face against her chest.

  She'd enjoyed that so much, he gave the same treatment to the other breast until her chest rose and fell as she worked for breath. The perfect lover, she responded so hotly to his caress. Her passion sparked the same reaction in him. In another moment, he'd need to bury his cock inside her. Given the state of his rod, he'd better get her ready for an invasion.

  He reached between her legs and found her clit. It was hard already, and as he stroked it, her gasps turned to coos of pleasure. She was so damned much fun to touch, she ought to be a sin. Maybe he'd get her added to the list and then sin his heart out for eternity. But, he could make things a lot better for her than this.

  He stroked her pussy. “You want the fire here, too, babe?"

  She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Heaven."

  "Not exactly, but fun,” he said. “Stand up."

  She emerged out of the water in a sinuous dance. He gathered another handful of flame. As he approached her pussy, she parted her legs. He slipped his fingers between her lips and spread fire everywhere.

  Her eyes closed in bliss. “Lord, I never imagined..."

  He thrust two fingers inside her, spreading the heat there, too. She trembled and caught his shoulders for support. What a lusty little thing she was. Exactly the sort of woman he could spend eternity with and never get bored. He bent to taste her, too. The flames zinged against his tongue as he flicked it over her clit and she gave him the rising moan of a woman about to climax. It started low and sweet and rose until it bounced off the walls. Her pussy gripped his fingers, breaking into tiny eruptions along the length of her sheath. After long seconds, she crumpled, falling into his embrace.

  "Amazing,” she whispered. “I never came like that before."

  "Happy to please."

  She nuzzled her face into his chest. “I need to do something really nice for you."

  "What did you have in mind?"

  "Can I use the fire on you?” She reached down and stroked his cock. “On this."

  Holy shit. No woman had ever offered to do that for him. He rose from the water and sat on the edge of the tub. The fire danced all over him—on his back, around his hips and butt, between his legs. His balls felt as if they'd explode with the excitement. She caught some of the flames in her hands and curled her fingers around his member. When she started pumping, he thought the top of his head would come off. “Damn, babe, I can't take it. I'm going to come."

  She gave him an evil grin. “Only when I give you permission to fuck me."

  He gritted his teeth. “I mean it..."

  "So do I."

  She kept tormenting him, sliding her fists up and down over his length. With each passage, she rubbed her thumb over the head. He clenched his hands into fists and tried reciting ritual curses backwards in his head. Hell ... in ... burn ... will ... you...

  Shit, it wasn't going to work. His only hope lay in making her so excited she'd beg to have him inside her. He focused every bit of concentration he could muster on his rising arousal and used his mental powers to slam it into her. Wham.

  She went perfectly rigid, still clutching his cock. “Oh!” she shouted. “Ooh! What the ... I can't ... Oh, please. Fuck me. Now!"

  He didn't wait long enough to tell her “yes” but slid back into the tub, put his hands on her hips, and guided her down onto him. Damn, she felt good. Her tight little pussy clamped around him, sending his lust off into the ozone layer. She rode him hard and fast, as her gasps turned to cries. The flames rose all around the spa. Higher, almost reaching the ceiling as they fucked. Beyond control, he pounded into her as deeply as he could go.

  Just when he couldn't last another minute, she screamed and climaxed all around him. The contractions finished him. One more savage thrust and then another, and he emptied his lust in burning waves inside her. The orgasm went on until he nearly lost consciousness, but he hung on to savor every second. In the end, his muscles went limp, and he rested his head against her shoulder, gasping for breath as the flames flickered and went out.

  After long moments, the incoming mail signal sounded on his computer. He sighed and kissed the tip of Sally's nose. “Don't move, okay?"

  She groaned. “I don't think I could."

  "Good girl.” He climbed out of the tub and walked to the control panel. When he passed his palm over the sensor, the equipment came to life. E-mail from the operation upstairs. The subject line read, “New assignment for hell."

  Lucifer opened it and read. The name jumped out at him. “Your Larry, was he Lawrence Quentin Roper, by any chance?"

  "Yeah, why do you ask?"

  "He's on his way here."

  She climbed out of the spa. “Shit, just when I was starting to enjoy myself."

  "He won't bother you. You have Lucifer's word on that."

  She walked into his arms and tipped her head back to smile up at him. “Lord of Darkness, huh? You're sweet."

  He had to laugh at that. “Your late husband won't think so once I'm through with him."

  "Fuck Larry."

  "From now on, I only fuck you,” he said. “We'll need to get dressed before he gets here, though."

  She gave him a sexy pout. He snapped his fingers, and leather clothing appeared on both of their bodies. It felt normal for him. On her, it showed off every perfect curve. She stepped out of his embrace, stretched her arms, and did a little pirouette. “Nice."

  Just then, the portal opened, and a naked man stumbled inside. “Hey, what the fuck?"

  "Lawrence Quentin Roper, I presume?” Lucifer said.

  "What are you supposed to be?” Larry said.

  Lucifer looked the man up and down and then zeroed in on his flaccid cock. “You married this guy?"

  Sally shrugged. “Not my best decision."

  Larry's eyes narrowed, and his face got r
ed with rage. “Bitch, I should have known you had something to do with this."

  Lucifer went to the asshole and cuffed him with the back of his hand. “Don't talk to the lady that way."

  "She's my wife. I can talk to her any way I want."

  "Wrong, moron.” Lucifer caught him under the arms and slammed him up against the wall. “She was your wife."

  "No divorce,” Larry said. “She's still mine."

  "I left you months ago, Larry,” Sally said. “Let me go."

  "I'll kill you first."

  "Interesting you should say that.” Lucifer slammed him again. “Because, that's exactly what you did."

  Larry looked puzzled for a minute. “That wasn't a nightmare?"

  "Oh, it was a nightmare, but you made it real, you fucking bastard."

  "But, in the dream, I cut her up pretty bad."

  "And death put her back together the same way he patched up the hole you blew in your own head."

  Larry got a sick expression on his face. “If she's dead..."

  "...then you are, too,” Lucifer finished.

  "Shit."

  Lucifer released him, and he fell to the floor in a heap.

  "You really bought it this time,” Sally said. “You killed us both."

  "Shit, shit, shit.” Larry ran his hands over his face. “So, where was that other place in my dream?"

  "Did it involve harps and people with wings?” Lucifer asked.

  "How'd you know?” Larry asked.

  "I'm Lucifer. This is hell. That was heaven, genius."

  This whole thing was starting to make sense. He hadn't received a dossier on Sally because she'd been meant for heaven. Somehow, the Big Guy had switched souls and sent Larry to eternal rewards and Sally to eternal perdition. Luckily, hell couldn't process her without the correct paperwork, and she'd ended up with him, instead.

  "I don't want to be in hell,” Larry said.

  "Too bad, pal. That's what your disaster of a personality has bought you."