Misery finds Nulli in Yuri’s arms. Will he break them up or join in?
New to the Misery series? Let’s get you all caught up.
- A Demon Lord is Here and He Wants to Interview Me
- Nulli On My Mind – Misery, the Demon Lord Returns
- Misery Sends for Nulli
- Misery Loves Company – Nulli Pays a Visit
- Misery Loves Company – Nulli Pays a Visit Part 2
- Misery and Yuri Have a Chat
- Misery Loves Company: Surprises All Around
- Misery Loves Company: Date Night
- Misery Loves Company – Date Night Part 2
- Misery Loves Company – Yuri Raises the Bar
- Misery Loves Company – Yuri Raises the Bar Part 2
- Misery Loves Company – Change of Plans
- Misery Loves Company – Change of Plans Part 2
- Misery Loves Company – Search and Destroy
- Misery Loves Company – Where’s Nulli?
- Misery Loves Company – Visitations
- Misery Loves Company – Confrontation
- Misery Loves Company – Lead the Way
- Misery Loves Company – Out of the Frying Pan
- Misery Loves Company – Crossroads
- Misery Loves Company – Pardon the Interruption
- Misery Loves Company – Will Nulli Make Three?
- Misery Loves Company – Picking Up the Pieces
As always, thanks to Yuri Bellamy for collaborating with me on these posts!
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Misery wasn’t sure what to feel when he’d seen Yuri kissing Nulli against the wall of the bedroom. Perhaps he ought to be angry under the circumstances, given that he’d expected them to clean the bedroom while he was cooking dinner rather than engage in foreplay, but he hadn’t been.
He’d been aroused. His first instinct had been to pull Nulli out of Yuri’s arms and kiss her himself—and he was still fighting that instinct now.
He gave into it and stalked around the bed to where the two of them stood together. Nulli’s dark eyes widened as she watched him stride closer, but she didn’t move as he approached.
“Are you upset, Misery?” She asked.
He shook his head. How could he ever be upset at this woman? She couldn’t help it if she had hormones, and as long as he was one of the objects of her affection he couldn’t imagine being anything but pleased to see her enjoy herself. He moved past Yuri and hauled Nulli into his arms. It occurred to him that this could aggravate his friend, but when he looked back he saw nothing but a knowing gleam in the other demon’s eyes and a slight smile twisting his lips. Misery gripped Nulli’s ass and raised her just enough so she could wrap her long legs around his hips. The sensation of the juncture of her thighs, even clothed, moving into alignment with his erect cock made him groan. He grew hard for her so easily now, he could swear he was twenty again whenever he had her long body molded against him.
Nulli kissed his jaw and then his mouth, gripping his shoulders tightly as she clung to him. He could only imagine how amazing their first time together would be, and it surprised him to realize he expected to Yuri to be there with them even though the presence of another male could have unexpected consequences. The only thing he didn’t look forward to about loving her in bed was the prospect of fighting with Yuri over who would be inside her—and who would not.
He heard Yuri’s heavy footfalls approach and opened one eye in time to see the other demon wrap his arms around Nulli from the side and press his lips against her neck before working his way down. His friend’s nearness made Misery lose track of what he was doing for a few seconds, but his first instinct wasn’t to move away. On the contrary, the sight of the other demon accosting his—no, their—woman made his groin muscles tighten exquisitely and his mouth lose what little moisture was left in it. This closeness between the three of them would be a part of their future. Given the way Nulli’s body shuddered when Yuri joined in, the future looked bright.
Misery turned and stepped toward the bed with Nulli in his arms, still kissing her in-between breaths. Yuri was right behind him. He was about to set her down when she pulled back and shook her head.
“Wait. Jeebus, the two of you just ooze… I don’t know what.” Her voice was breathy and her scent exuded the most tempting and potent aroma of arousal he’d ever encountered. She unwrapped her legs and stood, but Misery maintained his hold on her.
Yuri didn’t move either. “What’s wrong?”
Nulli turned so that she could eye each of them before swallowing hard. “Well, two things: First, we can’t do this, at least not right now. We need to use protection. I’m not ready to have a, ‘Whose baby is this?’ conversation.”
A “whose baby is this’ conversation? Protection? He heard the words, but couldn’t comprehend them through the thick haze of lust fogging his brain. He blew out his breath and tried again. His cock seemed to be harder than granite.
“Fuck,” he heard Yuri say. “I still have to get non-latex condoms.”
Misery turned to Yuri. “Non-latex condoms?”
Nulli nodded and turned her gaze to Misery. “I’m allergic to latex. Let’s just say using the wrong condom could have serious consequences.”
Misery grimaced. He didn’t even want to know what would happen if they used “the wrong condom.” She might never have sex with him or Yuri again if her poor channel endured the trauma of such a thing. “I understand. What other forms of protection could you use?”
“They make them out of other materials.” She grabbed Yuri by the wrist. “Don’t even think of darting out of here to buy them. We’re supposed to be having dinner soon, right?”
Dinner. Misery could have struck himself. He was supposed to be cooking dinner and the pasta he was boiling had to be overcooked sludge by now. He could either leave and try to rescue it, or stay a few minutes longer and recook a batch later. He decided to stay.
Yuri raised an eyebrow and looked down at where Nulli had grabbed his wrist. He grinned at her. “Well, I would need to know where to buy non-latex condoms before I could run out of here to get them. So, I think I’ll stay.”
Nulli released Yuri and sat down on the bed. “How exactly is this supposed to work? Please don’t tell me you two are going to play rock paper scissors to see who gets to… Never mind. I’d kill you.” She fell back onto the bed and blew out a breath. “What am I doing?”
Yuri moved closer to the bed and leaned down to frame her face in his hands and kiss her briefly. “You’re exploring something new to you–and there’s nothing wrong with that. This is new to all of us.” He straightened. “What is ‘rock paper scissors’?”
Misery sat down on the bed next to Nulli and took her hand. He was curious about the phrase she’d used as well, but he also felt the need to sooth her when he saw her frown.
“Rock paper scissors is a game some people play to help them make a choice or a decision. Don’t worry about it. I was being over the top with that one.” When Yuri sat on Nulli’s opposite side, she closed her eyes and continued. “I know this is new and different, but I don’t even know where to begin with things. The desire is definitely there and so are the feelings, it’s the mechanics that are freaking me out.”
“The mechanics?” He squeezed her hand and smiled. “If you are referring to what we will do in bed, there are plenty of things we can do. We can take it slow. If you are not comfortable with being penetrated by both of us at the same time, we won’t do it. We can get creative. Take turns.”
Nulli opened her eyes and turned her gaze to him. “You make it sound so sterile.” She dropped her tone and widened her eyes. “It’s simple, Nulli. We’ll just insert plugs A and B into slots C and D. See? Easy.”
Yuri snorted and brushed a hand over her hair. “Well, what do you want us to say? Sex is possible with three people, just busier. We’ll take care of you.”
Nulli’s laugh was welcome and so was the exaggerated rolling of her eyes. She looked at Yuri and took a deep breath. “I guess so. Maybe I’m over analyzing this? It feels like I should be thinking through this carefully. I’ll try to let things progress naturally. Spontaneously.” She turned back to Misery. A wicked grin spread her lips, and he found it took effort to hold his place. “Or maybe I’ll have you two show me your wings so I can play with them for awhile. See where it goes from there?”
Yuri’s eyes went black. Before Misery could speak, Nulli freed her hand from his and placed her index finger against his lips. “Or, we could start with dinner before you burn the house down.”
Misery growled at the thought of Nulli touching his wings. They were highly sensate, and would possibly be even more so under her capable hands. Then he processed the words “burn the house down” and jumped up from the bed. No one would be playing with anyone’s wings if he turned dinner into an epic mess.
Nulli rose as well. “We can all go. I’m curious to see what you’ve whipped up.”
The idea of her seeing the no doubt severely overcooked pasta made him hesitate, but he didn’t want to seem rude. “If you wish. I may have to recook something, but the vegetables should be fine. Your steamer was set to turn off when they were done.”
Nulli walked past him and headed for the door. “No worries. We can keep talking while we eat. I still have questions.”
Yuri trailed behind her. “Like?”
“If this kind of relationship is sort of forbidden in your society, does it mean we can’t be seen together in public?”
Misery entered the hallway a step behind her and headed toward the stairs. “We can be seen together in public. No one is going to know we have a three way relationship unless we tell them, after all, and there’s no law against a human being in my or Yuri’s company.” He increased his pace once on the ground floor and crossed the short distance into the kitchen. A telltale smell was seeping out of a large green pot on the stove. The pasta had met its overcooked end.
He hurriedly moved the pot to an inactive burner and shut off the one he’d been cooking the pasta on. The spiral-shaped noodles had inflated to unnatural proportions inside what little water was left in the pot. He put a lid on the pasta and turned as Yuri and Nulli joined him in the kitchen. For whatever reason, he had a strong urge to hide the mess he’d made. He was usually such a careful cook.
Nulli sat down at the kitchen table and leaned back in her chair. “Okay. So we have to be secretive?” She didn’t appear angry. If he had to classify her tone, he’d say she seemed inquisitive.
He kept his body between her and the pot as he checked on the vegetables, which had thankfully been steamed to perfection, and a casserole still cooking in the oven. The latter item was also fine; it had ten minutes to go. “Yes, at least when outside of my mansion or Yuri’s in hell. Inside of those places or the lands surrounding them, no one will care.”
Yuri strode up to the stove and took the lid off the pot while the Misery was shutting off the oven. “Jesus. Those need to be dumped.”
Misery turned to glare at his friend. “I know.” He moved around Yuri to turn on the garbage disposal. “I am going to cook another batch.”
Nulli sniffed. When she spoke, her tone was lower and even more seductive. “Mmm. Something over there smells good. I never pictured you in the kitchen, Misery. It’s nice. How long do you intend to spoil me before I have to go back to reality?”
Misery smiled as he dumped the pasta down the garbage disposal. He doubted the squishy muck smelled good to her, but he supposed the stronger scents of the casserole and vegetables drowned it out for her human nose. Or, she might have simply been being kind. “As long as you want. You have been through so much these past few days. You deserve to be spoiled.”
The mirth in her voice was unmistakable. He didn’t have to turn around to know she was smiling. “Careful. I’ve never had a sexy demon pledge his services to me. I can think of all kinds of ways to keep you busy.”
As could he–but he knew if he stopped to consider them all he’d never get anything done. He set the now-empty pot in the sink with a clatter and turned on the water, trying to force his partly erect cock to soften through sheer willpower. It wasn’t working.
Yuri growled. There was a slight scraping noise as he pulled out a chair and sat down next to Nulli. “And don’t forget about me. I’m more than happy to keep busy if you’re involved.”
Nulli’s light laugh floated to Misery’s ears. The sound of her voice sent small spasms through his muscles. “I wouldn’t forget you, Yuri. You still owe me another horseback ride.”
Horseback ride? Clearly, Yuri had gotten up to some things with Nulli that he’d never divulged, but Misery didn’t mind. If the three of them were going to make this work, they needed to respect the fact they all had different interests.
Misery prepared more pasta and served dinner. After the three of them had eaten, he sat back in his chair at the table and regarded Nulli for a moment. Aside from the faint circles under her eyes, she looked healthier than she had. “Feeling better now that you have eaten?”
Nulli nodded and rested a hand on her belly. “Yes. My compliments to the chef.” She winked at him and took a drink from her glass of water.
Yuri stroked his thumb over Nulli’s shoulder around the thin strap of her tank top. “So. About contraception…”
Misery focused on Yuri. He hadn’t planned to bring up contraception again tonight if Nulli didn’t; he’d assumed she was too tired for the kind of sex he wanted to give her. How was she going to react?
He studied her face, noted the lack of irritation, or disappointment. She seemed calm, and her smile didn’t fade. “What about it, Mister One Track Mind? Got something on the brain?”
Yuri stopped stroking her shoulder and leaned back in his chair. “Should I buy non-latex condoms? Just say the word and I will.”
“That’s probably a good idea, but you don’t know where the stores are, remember?” She stuck out her tongue and pinched Yuri’s arm. “Unless you want to wait for me to go on the pill or some other form of birth control.”
Yuri caught her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m fine with condoms. I just need to know where to buy them.”
“In that case, there’s a drug store not far from here. I can give you my phone so you can get directions, that’s if you want to get them now.” Nulli turned to face Misery and raised an eyebrow. “Your eyes are black. I take it you’re on board with this idea?”
“Yes.” He couldn’t seem to say anything else. He leaned toward her and ran his index finger down her cheek. His voice came out in what was almost a low growl – he barely recognized it himself. “Should I stay here while he gets the condoms?”
Yuri stood and gave him a look. “That would be for the best. We don’t want her alone.”
Nulli rose from her chair, located her phone, and showed Yuri how to use the turn by turn directions.
After a quick kiss, Yuri all but ran out of the house and started the car. Maybe he wanted to get to the store quickly, or maybe he was just as eager as Misery to see if they’d have a use for those condoms tonight.
Nulli returned to the kitchen and started clearing away the dinner dishes. “Do they have drug stores in Hell? Will I need to bring condoms with me when I visit?”
Misery cleared his throat to get the raspiness out of his voice and carried his own plate to the sink. “Mesa can probably obtain some for me. As for drug stores, we probably have them in the human cities, but I have never seen one in a demon community.”
Nulli took his plate, loaded it into the dishwasher, and closed the door. She lifted a hand and cupped his face, her warm skin sliding over his. “Are you okay? You sound different. Want to change the subject?”
He shook his head and closed his eyes briefly. He couldn’t tell her how just having her touch his face and casually talk about condoms made his cock lurch and his pulse pound. Above all else, he didn’t want to sound like a sex-crazed beast. He opened his eyes and found her watching him from a tantalizingly close distance. “I am fine. When did you realize you were allergic to latex?”
She pulled her hand away and started putting the food away. “When I was a lot younger, I worked in a hospital. People who work with patients have to wear gloves. The first time I wore a pair I had an allergic reaction.” After everything was cleared away, she started the dishwasher and headed upstairs.
Misery followed her to her bedroom, trying to avoid looking at the high, firm buttocks perfectly molded to her shorts as they walked. “What was the reaction?”
“My hands started itching, then they got really hot. Next thing I knew, I was having trouble breathing, and…” She wrapped her arms around herself and took a deep breath as if she was reliving her experience. “Every exposure since then made me even more sensitive. I even have to wear cloth or leather gloves to pump gas.”
Misery pulled her close and embraced her. He instantly regretted it when the warmth of her body met his and instincts as old as time took him over. He was caught between the need to pull down her little shorts and take her and the need to hold her without doing anything more.
“I’m okay. I’ve learned what to stay away from, but sometimes it’s unavoidable. I keep doses of adrenaline with me for when that happens.” She squeezed him and tilted her head back to look up at him. “Stop worrying, Misery. You won’t find me passed out on the floor.” She stood on her toes and kissed the tip of his nose before placing a light, sensual kiss on his lips. “Unless…”
“Unless what?” He all but choked out the words, he was so aroused. It was taking every ounce of self-control he had not to haul her onto his erection, clothed or otherwise.
Another kiss. “Unless demonic possession has unconsciousness as a side effect.”
That startled a laugh out of him. He slid his fingers into her hair and returned her kiss with one of his own that left his groin muscles taut and his hips angling toward hers. “Well,” he said slowly, “I have no plans to possess you in the way you are thinking…”
“Oh really? Because I was thinking something pretty good.” She pressed her body closer and nibbled on his bottom lip. Her heat, the beat of her heart, and her sexy tone were driving him to distraction. “There’s more than one way for a demon to get inside my body, right? Are you sure you know what I’m thinking, Misery?” She drew out his name and ended it on a whisper.
“I do now.” He gripped the straps of her tank top and pulled them down her shoulders. Her breasts spilled out of the fabric, dark and full. He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, then the other.
Nulli arched into him and threaded her fingers through his hair. Her breaths changed to something more fractured, while soft moans eased from her throat.
Misery sucked harder, drawing more of her areola into his mouth. It occurred to him he needed to wait for Yuri to return with the condoms, mostly to avoid any “accidents,” but he also knew he was an inch away from ripping Nulli’s shorts open and licking his fill of her wetness. He couldn’t seem to bring himself to pull away from her as he drew his knuckles over her opposite breast and then rolled his clenched fingers back and forth across her stiff nipple. He was too fascinated with how her supple body shuddered under his hand, and the way her dark flesh glistened where his mouth had been when he pulled his head back to take a breath.
He backed her against the bed and slid his hands down to unbutton her shorts while continuing to suck on her breast with increasingly strong pulls of his lips. In that moment Misery was sure of two things: 1. He was going to enjoy Nulli’s form of demonic possession. 2. If Yuri didn’t arrive in the next few seconds, he’d be too late.
There was no way in hell he’d let this chance slip away.