Page 40 of Soul Redeemed

“Don’t see you much, down in the trenches, Boss.” The voice from behind prompted Calix to turn on his stool until facing Pat, the bartender, who pushed another shot in front of him. “What’s the occasion?”

“Keeping an eye on things,” Calix said, tossing back the amber liquor. A bitter warmth slid down his throat, and Calix squinted his eyes as he downed the last of the Elysia.

“Shit I’ve seen go down in this club, I think you’d need an army to keep the peace sometimes.”

With a smirk, Calix nudged the shot glass back toward Pat and glanced over his shoulder at the relatively calm throng of scantily-clad females, and the males who studied their every curve. “Seems quiet tonight.”

“Don’t jinx it. For fucks sake, I slept a total of two hours last night. Can’t deal with demon bullshit.”

“How do you keep this all under wraps, Pat?” Calix gestured toward the variety of supes in the crowd. “I mean, humans talk. You’ve got barbecues, poker night, church on Sunday. How the hell do you go day to day without slipping up and saying something?”

“What, demon shit? It’s easy. I have an aversion to being considered crazy.”

A chuckle burst from Calix’s chest, and he gave a nod. “This shit is definitely crazy train material.”

“My mother asks how work is going. I tell her it’s boring. All I do is serve drinks to sorry saps looking to avoid going home to their wives. If she knew that I served a Saevious demon last week? She’d be asking the priest to perform an exorcism on me.”

Another bout of laughter pushed back Calix’s thoughts from earlier, and for the first time, he realized he could relax and enjoy a simple conversation. For months, he’d been preoccupied. Years, really, because prior to Ava running off, he’d had her brother Ryke to contend with. Only recently could he let his mind go blank and enjoy the moment.

“I got an order to take care of. Chat later, boss.” Pat knocked the bar-top and made his way to the opposite end, toward a young blonde sitting with two brunettes.

All three sets of eyes riveted on Calix, and a flash slipped behind his eyes, paralyzing him in his seat. In the visual, the two brunettes ate each other out, while the blonde sucked him off.

Fuck, stop it. Stop it.

Calix shook his head, horrified that he could even fantasize such a thing, when the love of his life waited for him back at the mansion.

Pinned to the bed. One female feeding him her tits. Another licking her asshole from behind. The blonde riding him.

Christ! He thumped his temple with the heel of his hand and clamped his eyes shut. Unfortunately, the visuals had already taken hold, and Calix’s body responded with the urge to act on them.

A tremble moved through his muscles, as the blonde made her way toward him with both girls in tow.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Molten lava crawled through his veins with every step they took closer, his dick so hard in his pants, he damn near wanted to cry. He hated his body’s reaction. Wanted to tear the urge right the fuck out of his gut and walk away from the three beautiful females, but he couldn’t. Every muscle remained locked up in a state of paralysis.

A unison of moans. Calix fucking a brunette from behind, while she buries her face in the blonde’s pussy.

No, no, no. With every fantasy, the urge grew stronger. The thirst ready to drive him mad.

“Hello, handsome.” The blonde leaned in, dangerously close to his ear, her breath fanning his sensitive skin. “My friends and I were looking for a quiet place to eat some pussy. Know where we might find one?”

Jaw clenched, Calix willed himself not to answer, but when the words, “My office,” slid past his lips, he knew he was fucked.

“That sounds perfect. You’re welcome to watch us.”

He wanted to tear her voice-box out and tell her no, but instead, he rose up from the barstool, his legs on autopilot as they carried him to the elevator.

Don’t do this, the sane part of him argued, but the urges had become stronger than Calix’s resistance. He’d gotten some relief with Ava, but the incubi required sex. And because he’d denied himself it for so long, his body had begun to commandeer his mind.

The moment they stepped inside the elevator, the blonde and one of the brunettes backed themselves in the corner, and only the slurping sound of their wet kisses could be heard above the gears of the elevator. The second brunette stood beside Calix, a smile stretching the bright red lipstick across her face, and her hand drifted inside his buttoned down shirt. “I like having a fourth. Sometimes, I feel left out, the way those two go at each other.” Her lips were at Calix’s ear before he could utter a protest—as if he could, at all—and she licked the shell of it. “You should hear Nadia scream when she comes. So fucking hot.”

A shudder rippled down his spine at the thought. He didn’t want it to. He wanted only to imagine Ava’s face, steeped in ecstasy that he’d brought her, but he could damned near hear the blonde crying out, her voice drowned by his own grunts, as he fucked one of the girls while watching her climax.

Head swelling with the agony of debate, his body reveled in the pleasures to come. He’d fuck them a thousand ways before the night’s end. Three times the relief, all at once. Each of them would be more sated than they’d ever been in their lives, if they survived, and he’d have the torment of going back to Ava, knowing he’d betrayed her. That he’d completely destroyed her trust, however uncontrollable it was. She’d never understand the complex nature of his body’s needs, and how it could take over his mind, if Calix tried to stop it.

He’d reached the point of madness without even knowing.