Steamed Up. Elizabeth DarvillЧитать онлайн книгу.

      Chapter One

      My head rests in Ian’s lap as I stare into the abyss of the vivid blue desert sky. We are lying in a small oasis in the middle of the Utah desert awaiting Jez. She said she would meet us here. The one large tree within several miles is surrounded by lush grass and a small pond, a tiny slice of paradise in this parched portion of land.

      I never thought I’d be this blissfully happy. We saved the world and now we’re on a mini holiday. I’m also sporting a sparkling diamond engagement ring, although I’m still not sure how I let Ian talk me into agreeing to marry him.

      Sure, we literally share a soul and if we aren’t near each other we are on the fast track to an early grave, but that hardly seems like a good enough reason to get hitched. Right? We also managed to save the world by powering the air-purifying crystals, by having a hot and sexy threesome with Jezebel, my frequent paramour and the steam engineer who sometimes gives me a lift in her speed steamer. My point is, I hardly think we know each other enough to make this kind of commitment, but when he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him, I couldn’t say no. I guess even a half succubus has a squishy, romantic side.

      “I wish Jez was here,” I say looking up into Ian’s gorgeous hazel eyes. Jez is the only thing missing from this perfect day.

      “I know, Angel. I wish she was here, too.” Ian pulls my head a little further into his lap and strokes a strand of hair away from my eyes. “She’s getting her cute little ass spanked next time she stops by here. Standing us up today was downright naughty, and I got a bottle of bubbly and everything for the occasion.” Ian leans forward and nips at my lower lip.

      “Can I watch you spank her?” I sit up and straddle Ian’s lap.

      “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t help.” Ian says, pulling me close.

      “I think I’ve turned you into a naughty, dirty boy.” I nibble on Ian’s earlobe and smile at the groan it pulls from him.

      “No darling, I was already a naughty, dirty boy. You just gave me an excuse to let him out.” He rests his forehead on my chest, cuddling his face into the tops of my breasts spilling out of my corset.

      “Well, just because Jez didn’t make it doesn’t mean we have to waste the champagne, you know.” Leaning over I snatch the bottle from the basket.

      “Don’t open that while it’s pointing at my face!” Ian protests.

      “Don’t be a baby.” I turn around in his lap so my ass is nestled up against his growing hardness. I purposely take a little extra time getting settled so I can rub up against it. Ian’s fingers begin to undo the laces of my corset. With a loud pop the cork gives way and champagne cascades over us.

      “You’re going to taste even more delicious now, Angel,” Ian whispers in my ear, before sucking the lobe into the heat of his mouth.

      “We wouldn’t want to waste any, now, would we?” I ask, my breath catching in my throat as Ian’s wicked tongue traces my ear.

      “Hand me the bottle. I want to watch you undress, my Angel.” Ian takes the champagne from me and takes a long swallow straight from the bottle. He pulls me in for a kiss before I can stand up, and the delightfully bubbly liquid slides from his mouth to mine as our tongues tangle.

      “Delicious,” I say licking my lips as I pull away from him. I swat his hand away from my corset and stand up. He asked for a show, it’s the least I can do. Ever so slowly I begin to undo the clasps holding my brown leather corset together. With each clasp undone, I reveal more pale, bare skin. I keep my eyes locked with Ian’s as I undo the last clasp. My breasts spill out, bare and free for his hungry gaze to feast on.

      “You are so beautiful Angel” he breathes. His smile widens a bit.

      I know he admires my breasts, but it’s not like he hasn’t seen them on a regular basis. “What is it, my lover?” I ask. Ian just shrugs at me, smiling wider as he downs another swallow of champagne. He motions at me to keep undressing. I roll my eyes at him and shove the full, lightweight black-and-white striped skirt down my hips. Another set of hands; soft and delicate slide down my bare skin and help push the skirt off. I smile. Of course, now I know what Ian’s smile was for. “Oh, Jez,” I breathe as a set of soft lips begin to kiss their way down my spine.

      “I see the two of you just couldn’t wait for me. Impatient children,” Jez grumbles as she continues pressing soft kisses into my skin.

      “Well, you did take your sweet, damn time getting here.” I turn and pull Jez up so I can kiss her full on her glorious mouth. Our tongues tangle as our hands roam over familiar flesh. “God, I’ve missed you,” I groan into her mouth.

      “Good, that’s how I keep you wanting me,” Jez says with a wink.

      “As if you need to stay away for that to happen.” Ian comes in behind Jez, his hand roaming down and caressing the curve of her ass through her leather pants. He pulls her mouth from mine and captures her lips for himself. I love watching my two lovers kiss. It’s a truly erotic image. Impatient to see the rest of Jez, I pull her dagger from her belt and slit the front of her shirt.