Hell's Revenge
enjoyed it—a lot. And that would have opened a ginormous can of worms. Or so I thought. I mean, I was happy with my boys. The sex was freaking amazing and since my talk with Nefertiti and David’s poke play with my behind, I was even contemplating letting them visit my forbidden cave. Don’t laugh. That was a big thing for me given the persisting feelings I had about inserting objects into exit holes.
    The babble in my mind provided a great distraction, but it didn’t stop the inevitable.
    “We meet again, oh mysterious one,” the vampire said with a low bow while his eyes raked me from head to toe—did I mention it felt like he stripped me of clothes while he did it? And like he caressed me.
    “Who the fuck are you?” Auric growled. My consort, usually the diplomatic one. For a man who shared me with his best friend, he was showing a lot of uncharacteristic jealousy lately.
    “Ah, you must be the two men she spoke of after telling me I couldn’t kiss her again.” The dude obviously had a death wish, although my libido screamed, oh yeah, baby.
    “Did the vampire kiss you?” Auric asked through gritted teeth.
    “Um, kind of,” I admitted in a tiny voice. Apparently, Auric just wanted confirmation before acting. I slapped my hand to my forehead as Auric dove onto the vamp and David burst out of his clothes letting his panther take over. The three male bodies crashed together in a violent huddle that really would have provided more visual fun had they worn less clothes.
    Perfume preceded Bambi’s arrival at my side. “Goodness. You really are racing to catch up to me, aren’t you? Am I going to have to fight to keep my title of Greatest Slut Ever?”
    I thought of her many trophies consisting of numerous naked bodies contorted in positions that all had one thing in common—cocks in her holes. “No thanks. It would seem my men have reverted back to cavemen and think they need to thump their chests and beat others to prove themselves top alpha.”
    “Aren’t you going to stop them?”
    I glared at the tussling boys. “Why? Maybe if they smack each other enough they’ll knock some sense into each other.” Annoyed, and still feeling guilty, I walked away from the problem, dragging my sister after me.
    I slammed the door to my private office shut and flopped onto my couch.
    “Spill it, lamb,” Bambi asked sitting on the desk.
    I made to avert my eyes because usually Bambi sitting at eye level was uncomfortable due to her lack of undergarments. But I did a double take as I took in what she wore.
    “Pants? Are you actually wearing pants, and not just any pants, but slacks?” My jaw dropped and I felt a sudden urge to call Hell and see if it had frozen over again. The only pants I’d ever seen my sister wear were the indecent kind. These loose slacks with the plain blue blouse and low heeled shoes were wrong somehow. “What the fuck is up with the June Cleaver wardrobe?”
    My sister, succubus and award winning slut, blushed. “I met someone. Well, actually three someones.”
    “That’s awesome,” I congratulated her, jumping up to hug her. “But what’s that got to do with the clothes?”
    “It drives them wild to see me dressed demurely.” Bambi grinned with a familiar salacious twinkle and I laughed.
    “Oh, that is so evil. I love it. So when do I get to meet the trio of studs who’ve made you smile?” It warmed my heart to know my sister had found herself some men who made her happy.
    “Soon. They know I’m a succubus, of course. And they’re obviously not human, but I kind of wanted to take things slow before I introduced them to the family.”
    “Totally understandable.” When your father was The Devil, introducing boyfriends could end up interesting if they survived the experience.
    “Enough about me. Care to explain what’s up with the boys out front?”
    “Gee, and here I thought you’d be more interested in the fact you’re about to become an aunt.”
    Bambi squealed and

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