Shadow's Seduction (Immortals After Dark #16) - Kresley Cole Page 0,40
reclaiming mass. The world suddenly seemed harder and colder than before. Mirceo released him, then they both drew their swords.
The scorpion scuttled to life at once. Hissing at their scent, it snapped its claws and hoisted its meaty stinger. Acidic venom dripped from it, searing holes into the floor. Mirceo traced through the acrid smoke to fend off the creature.
As females began to stir on the bed, Cas tucked his sword tip beneath Harea’s chin. Yet the sorcerer didn’t so much as twitch. Worry for Mirceo distracted Cas.
The scorpion’s tail shot forward with blistering speed, but Mirceo was just as quick, blocking the strike with his sword. The vampire wielded his blade as though it were an extension of his body. Gods, the way he moves. . . .
Mirceo targeted the scorpion’s head; it fended off his sword with its claws, jabbing that tail. The stinger plunged toward Mirceo’s leg—
Before Cas could draw a breath, the vampire glided out of the way, and the stinger crashed against the floor inches from one of his boots.
Mirceo took that instant to swing his sword. The tail plopped to the floor, writhing and dribbling acid. He dodged two claw strikes, then planted the tip of his blade into the scorpion’s head.
Creature defeated, Mirceo flashed Cas that mind-scrambling grin.
Focus. As more concubines awakened, Cas turned to a blue zalos demoness. “We’re here to apprehend Harea. I assume we have the right sorcerer.”
“Uh-huh.” She showed no distress that Harea was being taken or that their pet scorpion had just been put down. “He probably won’t wake. Been on a bender.” She canted her head. “How did you get inside? We’ve watched failed attempts for ages.”
“How?” Mirceo answered, striding toward the bed. “We’re a soon-to-be-legendary hunting partnership. ‘Impossible’ is our middle name.”
What am I going to do with this vampire? Cas pulled the mystical restraints off his belt, then tossed them to Mirceo. “Bind the prisoner.”
Cuffs in hand, the vampire knelt on the bed. “Pardon me, tulips.” His grin deepened as he waded on his knees through beautiful females to reach Harea. Instead of fighting to protect their master, the concubines giggled and made eyes at gorgeous Mirceo.
Cas clenched his jaw. Mind on the job. Harea was incredibly dangerous.
Or the degenerate would be—if he ever woke.
As Mirceo shackled the male’s wrists behind his back, Harea mumbled, “Even sorcery . . . can’t get my staff hard again. Pipe, females, PIPE.” But he didn’t rouse.
Mirceo rolled Harea over, his gaze raking over the sorcerer’s unclothed body. Harea’s olive skin was deeply tanned, and tattooed hieroglyphics marked his chest. He had shoulder-length black hair, wavier than Mirceo’s stick-straight locks, and a tall, generously muscled build.
Harea was not a little hung.
Cas scowled at the vampire. “Getting an eyeful?” he said, unable to keep the jealousy out of his tone.
Mirceo winked at him, then asked the harem, “Ladies, will one of you fetch a pair of pants for the sorcerer?”
Another naked concubine—a godsdamned redheaded nymph—slid off the bed and sauntered off to retrieve some. As she sashayed back to Mirceo, she held the vampire’s eyes.
He gave her a courteous bow. “My thanks, tulip.” He began to dress the man, threading Harea’s legs into the slim-fitting pants. Cas gritted his teeth when Mirceo had to lean his face down close to the male’s groin.
The redhead rejoined the harem on the bed. “If you’re taking him away, who will tend to our lusts?”
Mirceo laced the breeches over Harea’s member, then grinned at Cas. “It does sound like a quandary, doesn’t it, demon?”
“You two should stay for a bit.” The redhead’s hand dipped between her thighs. “We’ll pleasure you so hard that you’ll never want to leave us.” The others murmured encouragement.
“Will you, indeed?” Mirceo said with a devilish light in his eyes. “Tell us more, tulip. . . .”
TWENTY-ONE
“Tulip? Tulip?” the demon snapped at Mirceo. “Why do you call females that?” In the alley behind the Red Flag, Caspion dropped the still-unconscious sorcerer onto the grimy bricks. Harea hadn’t so much as twitched when they’d teleported him from Poly.
The weather between dimensions had gone from freezing grit to muggy fog. In this plane, mere seconds had passed since Mirceo and Caspion had left.
Mirceo leaned against a lamppost, grinning at the demon’s jealousy. “Because they love it when I do.”
As they awaited the Gaolers, Caspion kept his sword at the ready. “Are you going to continue fucking them? They also love it when you do that.”