Chemistry of Evil [Department 57]
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by Lynne Connolly
Description: Evan shows Sophie a passion she's never known before, drawn from his work into sexual magick, magick that has driven people insane. When Mordred comes to claim her, it will take all of Evan's skill in bed and out to save her. Publisher's Note: This book is a re-edited revised version previously released by another publisher, and contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, dubious consent, menage m/f/f with homoerotic sex f/f, violence. This book also contains reference to past incest between siblings under evil influence.
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: March 2009
13 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [395 KB]
Reading time: 243-341 min.
"Sorry, old girl."
Sophie opened her eyes and saw Archie staring down at her. She smiled. Friendly, bearlike Archie with his straightforward ways and guileless lovemaking. The light in his eyes was back. Her Archie.
Except she still didn't want him and still felt guilty about it. This Archie had done nothing wrong, but she'd hurt him with what she had to say.
He sat on the edge of the bed. Not the bed she'd gone to sleep in but a larger one with gauzy drapes blurring her view of the ceiling. The room wasn't the same, either, she realized when she looked around.
A beautiful room, hung with precious silk wallpaper in shades of green and blue, eighteenth-century furniture gracing the walls.
A dream. Unusual for her to recognize she was dreaming, but this had happened to her before, a couple of times. So no harm in enjoying it, then. It might help her decide on her next move.
Meantime, when Archie leaned down to kiss her, she strained up to him, and felt his lips close over hers. Warm, comforting, and safe. Archie had always made her feel safe. But she didn't need protecting, sheltering, or comforting anymore, so when her grief after her father's death abated, the relationship had started to die a slow death.
Maybe they should have stayed friends, kept with the friendly fucks they started with, but she'd let it escalate, let him propose marriage, and mistaking friendship for love, accepted him. Now she felt the early pleasure they'd shared, and it was as if three years had rolled back, and they were still friends who fucked and enjoyed each other's company.
She moved over so Archie could join her, warmth suffusing her when he slid between the sheets. Somewhere along the way, he'd lost his clothes, and she'd lost hers, melting off her as if they'd never existed. She loved dreams like this.
When she connected with another warm body behind her, she tensed, and her mind shot straight back to her dilemma. She felt herself drifting up through the soft layers of slumber until Archie's hand slid over her stomach, warm and reassuring. Only then did she look around.
Not Gwynnie, but Evan. Wow. Now this kind of threesome she could do. At least she thought so. She swallowed, and then Evan turned around and faced her. He smiled too, intimate and dark, and her stomach lurched. Could she do this?
As Evan leaned up on one elbow and took her mouth in a heated kiss, she knew she could. Only a dream. Anything went in dreams; everybody knew that.
She could enjoy. Compare her men ... at least they were her men for however long this lasted.
As Evan kissed her, Archie's hands came around her waist and slid up to cup her breasts. She loved the way he tweaked and pinched her nipples, but with another man's mouth on hers, the sensation took on a new dimension. Tingles arced from her nipples to her mouth and down her spine.
A hand touched her, opened her labia, and she didn't know whose hand, except that it wasn't hers. She moaned into the long, luscious kiss, and Evan pulled away, only to take her mouth from another angle. He feasted on her, and when she lifted her hands to push them into his thick, soft hair, he moaned into her mouth.
The hand between her legs pushed deeper and penetrated her, the very tip entering her. When another finger joined the first, she sighed and pulled Evan closer. One hand remained at her breast, and from the way he pulled and teased, she knew it belonged to Archie.
Another hand slid between her legs and found her clit, pinching and teasing, pulling it like a miniature cock, every stroke increasing her sensitivity. This time her sigh found a voice, and Evan pulled away at her groan, staring into her face with fire in his eyes. "You like?"
With two men's hands between her legs, Sophie could imagine herself in heaven. They worked together to stroke, tweak, and push inside her. At one point, she felt one of Evan's fingers and one of Archie's inside her, each completely identifiable, stroking and urging her toward the peak she couldn't quite reach.
Until Evan touched her sweet spot. She didn't know how she knew Evan's touch from Archie's; she just did. He encouraged her, stroked her, and murmured encouragement close to her ear, his hot breath warming her, sending ripples of heat through her whole body.
Her body tightened, and she cried out. Both men responded quickly, and when she became aware of her surroundings again, she lay on one side, in a delicious man sandwich.
"Keep still, Sophie love," Archie whispered from behind her. "We'll show you exactly what two men can do."
She stared up at Evan, who traced her lips with one finger. She sensed her essence on her own lips before he kissed her and voraciously licked every trace away, like a man starving for her. As if he heard her, he touched his lips to hers one more time. "Sophie, you're mine."
"Yes. All yours."
"Everything I was, everything I am now, I remember. But only in dreams. Can you guess? Remember the threesomes of history?"
She couldn't remember anything right now, and she didn't care. Evan touched her again, pressing his lips to her mouth, her cheek, her throat. "We loved you, both of us. We took you, and we suffered for it. But right now, this is right, what we all want."
Sophie moaned, uncaring. They could keep their riddles as long as they carried on doing this to her. All she could manage was, "More!"
Until Archie breached her anus. Something slippery slid over her, coldness warming quickly and heating past her body temperature to urge her tight, virgin hole to open. No one ever did that to her before, and it shocked her to realize how good it felt. Would it feel this good in real life?
Who cared? It felt so good now, better when Evan slid his cock between her labia at the front. He stared into her eyes as he slid lower and lower still until his cock breached her pussy. Just barely. When she moaned and tried to pull him closer, he kissed her again, murmuring "Patience" against her lips.
The pressure behind increased, and she no longer knew which she wanted more: Evan in her pussy or Archie in her ass. Both men seemed to have only one ambition, to please her, their satisfaction depending on hers.
Archie removed his fingers, and she felt the hard, blunt pressure of what could only be his cock. Warm, the skin sliding against her now-slippery back entrance, he pushed, and at the same time, Evan pushed inside her pussy.
The men set up a rhythm, Evan in, Archie out, Archie in, Evan out, and all the time she stared into the fathomless depths of Evan's dark eyes. He said nothing now and didn't kiss her, only fucked her deeply, his expression becoming graver with each stroke. "You may do anything you wish, with whomever you wish, but all your children must be mine. Do you hear me?"
"Ye-es!" She would have said that to anything at this point. Tingles ran along her spine, up and down, little flickering tongues of fire that, without warning, burst into a conflagration.
No longer sentient, Sophie cried out. And she cried Evan's name, not Archie's. Hot spurts of liquid filled her, front and back, and then her men cried out. Evan dragged her close as he jerked helplessly against her, Archie leaned back, his hands on her hips, holding her steady for his penetration. He pulled out of her, and she felt the hot liquid gush over her cheeks.
Evan left her, his hand still steadying her until she rolled onto her back. How would they explain this to the hotel? Oh no, they weren't there anymore but in this beautiful room.
But when she opened her eyes all she saw was darkness, and slimy black walls, like the ones in Merlin's Cave. She shuddered when she felt the cold, hard rock under her and sat up when she saw Archie, now at the opening to the cave. "You brought it on yourself, Sophie."
Water streamed into the cave, hitting the walls and sending up a spray of frothy seawater. Archie stared at her and laughed, a thin, unpleasant sound. She turned to Evan, but he lay unmoving next to her.
"I always wanted to get both of you at the same time. Now I have. You two screwed me over, and just as I thought I'd won, you tricked me. Over and over, life after life. If you die here, I end it." The light in his heavenly blue eyes changed to something more sinister, and his mouth thinned into a hard line. "If you die, I win. Good-bye."
Then he'd gone, and Sophie was left alone with Evan's lifeless body.
This was a dream; she knew it, she felt it, so why couldn't she wake up? As the water level rose, higher with each tidal surge, she knew she'd lost, without ever knowing what the battle was about.