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Undaunted: Book 5 of The Demon Lovers
Addie, Jett, and Locan have forged a bond like no other. Through their loving, passionate, and erotic relationship they have built a family and strengthened their skills as demon hunters. But in this final installment to their story, the three are going to be challenged in a way they’ve never been challenged before. As the team awaits their next call to action they discover that their beloved hellhound Azrael is in danger, and while Addie, Jett, and Locan would like nothing better than to jump in and save him, it’s a fight the hellhound has to face on his own. In a battle between demon and hellhound, the stakes are nothing less than Azrael’s soul and the team’s future, and it will take all of Azrael’s strength to free himself from an eternal nightmare and take his rightful place as a permanent member of the demon fighting team. 
"...Packed full of action, laughter, and sex Addie and her demon hunters are a great combo for any of those that like a mix of action and erotic suspense...Both heartbreaking and jammed with intensity I couldn't get enough!"
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Undaunted
Chapter 1
Locan was the first to awaken. The cavern walls glowed softly, indicating early morning. He lay there, comfortably sandwiched between Addie, who was curled up against his right side, and Jett, snoring softly against his left. Blinking slowly, he listened for the voice in his mind—the same voice of power that was the reason the three of them rarely slept late.
As immortal demon hunters, their days could be measured in battles and kills. The demonic threat against humanity had only grown worse over the years as humans—in their infinite stupidity—created a more perfect environment for evil to thrive. Demon hunting triads such as theirs were the only defenses mankind had against a very literal hell on earth. Defenses mankind remained totally oblivious to.
Lately, the calls to action had been constant, sending them from their station, a very comfortable cavern located in a dimension known only as between—a sort of no- man’s- land in a dimension between what was and what wasn’t—to battle demonkind intent on attacking mankind. Locan listened to the silence, expecting to hear instructions for their next assignment.
Nothing. He frowned. That was odd. Something had brought him out of a sound sleep, the first truly dreamless sleep he’d had since his rescue from the goddess Namaka. His unexpected captivity and her sensual cruelty had left him feeling twisted and used, his body so wrung out that even a shift between dimensions hadn’t been enough to heal him.
Finally, the bruises were gone and the cuts no longer seeping, but the pain of his wounds and the deeper, psychological pain of sexual degradation would linger for a long time to come. Thank goodness he had these two—his lovers, his team mates, the ones who made him whole.
Jett sighed softly against Locan’s chest. The soft puff of his breath was a reminder of what truly healed. It was all about love. Love was chasing the nightmares. Love and the understanding of the two other parts who made up the whole of their demon fighting team. They were the ones who made Locan whole. Addie, the fulcrum who gave them balance, and Jett, their lover and fellow demon hunter. Locan and Jett, one dark, one light, once demons linked to the dark side, now demon hunters working for the light. They were good guys who straddled the fine line between good and evil.
Locan had come much too close to evil while in Namaka’s clutches. A powerful Hawaiian goddess, she’d used him to gain revenge against her sister, the goddess Pele. He still couldn’t believe that ugly episode had ended as well as it had, though volcanologists world-wide were practically salivating over the rash of new volcanic islands bursting into existence following one cataclysmic night across the wide Pacific Ocean.
Pele had a truly explosive temper.
Damn, but he was glad they’d all made it out alive, something they might not have managed without the help of a hellhound, of all things. A hellhound Locan hadn’t liked one bit—until the beast helped him escape Namaka’s cruelty. He realized his heart was racing, just thinking of the horror of those hours spent with the goddess bitch. He took a couple of low, slow breaths and closed his eyes. Maybe a bit more sleep before they had to face the day—or what passed for a day in this dimension—would help him center himself. Help him find peace.
The cavern remained quiet. No cries for help against marauding demons, no orders to immediately relocate, swords in hand, to the next site of demonic mayhem. Locan slowly slipped back into oblivion, mind and body relaxing, sliding deeper and deeper into sleep. At least until Jett’s hand brushed along his side and finger-walked across his hip and groin. Groaning, Locan arched his back just enough to drive his cock into Jett’s grasp.
Jett squeezed. Locan groaned, and Addie snuggled close and licked his chest. Sighing, he opened his mind to his lovers. Opened to their sensual exploration of his body. His heart rate sped up once again, but this time there was no fear. None at all.
He’d worry about sleep later.
~~*~~
Azrael the hellhound raised his head and stared at the three demon hunters in the big bed. He wanted to join them—be one of them—so badly he might have wept if hellhounds had tears. Instead he lay his chin on his big paws and softly whimpered.
He knew Addie loved him, and Jett pretended not to when Addie was watching, but when she looked away, he’d rub Az’s ears and even scratch his belly. And Locan, the one who hadn’t liked him at all, had become one of Az’s biggest fans since he’d helped rescue Locan from Namaka’s clutchescontrol. Even the dopey little video game demon who occasionally hung around had decided Azrael the hellhound was on the right team.
Not that Ukopach was all that important to the demon hunting triad, but he was a friend of Addie’s, so Az had been careful not to hurt him. Careful of anything important to Addie and the guys, because Az felt safe here, and he didn’t want to screw it up. He was safe for the first time in eons, and he really didn’t want to go back to hell. So he lay here on his mat in the corner, listening to the sounds of the three he loved most making love with each other, and he knew he would give anything to join their world. To be one of their team.
To be someone they loved as much as they loved each other.
~~*~~
Sometimes this was the best part of making love. Addie leaned against the headboard with her fingers lazily sweeping over the warm folds of her sex. Her womb still pulsed with the aftermath of climax, her nipples ached with the tender throbbing of satisfied desire, and the taste of Jett’s release teased the tip of her tongue when she licked her lips.
Now Jett sprawled on his belly—butt hanging over the edge of the bed and his feet planted on the floor.
He was absolutely beautiful. Skin as dark as night, rippling with smooth muscles and that long, sleek, ebony hair spread across the sheets. His eyes were closed, his lips twisted in a rictus of pleasure. One hand grasped Addie’s ankle, as if she was the lifeline he needed to anchor himself to the here and now.
Locan stood behind Jett, clasping his lean hips, his pale fingers stark and strong against Jett’s dark skin as he thrust in and then pulled slowly out, his hips swaying languidly in a deceptively powerful rhythm. Addie opened her thoughts, delving first into Jett’s mind for the sensation of penetration as Locan entered him, and now riding with Locan as he rode Jett.
She loved the impressions they shared, the tight, hot clasp of Jett’s powerful inner muscles gripping Locan’s cock, the way the moist tissues hugged him close and rippled over his full length as he drove deep inside his lover. Opening her mind even more, she picked up Jett again, felt Locan’s powerful thrusts, the slow, relentless penetration deep inside, stretching him to the point of pain, holding at the apex of each thrust and then slowly, carefully withdrawing.
Jett was hard again, Locan was close to coming, and she wanted to be part of the action. Addie rolled over, fully aware of Jett’s tight hold on her ankle as she twisted to bring herself close. Leaning over, she kissed Jett full on the mouth, fully aware he would taste the lingering essence of himself on her lips. His tongue swept over hers and he groaned. She slipped her hand beneath his smooth, hard belly and wrapped her fingers around the heavy weight of his cock. It was such a cliché, but she couldn’t help but think of iron covered in soft velvet as she squeezed him hard, stroking in time with the slap, slap, slap of Locan’s groin hitting Jett’s butt.
The scents of hot sex and hotter male teased her nostrils. She loved everything about her guys—the feel of their strong hands on her body, their intoxicating scent, the way they filled her and loved her. The way they loved each other. She watched Locan’s steady thrust and withdrawal, caught up in a rhythm as intoxicating as good spirits. Then his body jerked and he pressed forward, hard. Once, twice, and then a third time before he tilted his head back, tendons in his neck straining as he cried out a long, low guttural roar and climaxed deep inside Jett.
Jett went over at exactly the same time. Addie felt his thick cock pulse within her fist and she cupped the smooth, dark crown as thick jets of ejaculate spilled into her palm. Jett pressed his hands against the mattress and pushed back against Locan, forcing him deeper, holding the position, and then collapsing with a deep groan.
Addie rolled to her back, still grasping Jett’s warm cock, almost preternaturally aware of the soft pulsations between her legs, the languorous aftermath of orgasm. She hadn’t even had to touch herself—watching them make love, sharing Jett’s and Locan’s orgasms through their mental link had been more than enough to take her over the top.
Damn, that was a first.
Blinking slowly, she started at a bright flash of red in her peripheral vision. Frowning, she tilted her head back and glanced upside down at the headboard.
And bit her lips to keep from laughing. Ukopach, you damn little beast. He looked like a demon, but a mere miniature of one of the fearsome creatures, brilliantly colored as if he had been rendered as a CGI character in a video game—which, of course, perfectly defined what he was.
Barely a foot tall, covered in red scales with horns on his head and a long, spiked tail that curled around his clawed toes, he stared at Addie out of cat’s eyes—silvery eyes with a vertical slash of black pupil. Smiling broadly, showing off a mouthful of tiny fangs, he stretched out his bat wings and adjusted his seat on the top of the bedpost. Then he waved a tiny clawed hand at Addie.
Chuckling softly, Addie winked at Ukopach as she slid her hand out from under Jett’s warm belly. “I hope you guys don’t mind that you had an audience.”
“Humph?” Jett rubbed his face against the blankets and turned one bleary eye on Addie. “Audience?”
Locan nodded against his back, but he didn’t raise his head. “Ukopach,” he said. “Little fart showed up a couple of minutes ago.”
Jett turned his head and stared at Addie. “Where? Should we kill the little bastard?”
She laughed harder. “Nah,” she said. “We might need him.” The little video demon had been surprisingly helpful on the first case where they’d met him. Video game demons had been commandeered to take over humans and essentially turn them into fast food for a hungry creature from the real demon realm. Since then, Ukopach had helped with a few minor cases, providing information only another demon might know.
All along, he’d been fascinated by sex. Of course, since he was merely a minor demon, created as a character for a children’s video game, sex wasn’t part of his CGI demon DNA. No, he was as asexual as could be, except he was definitely fascinated by the particulars. Addie sometimes wondered if all his exposure to the three demon hunters might affect his sexuality, or lack thereof, but so far they’d only had to deal with questions and the occasional surprise audience.
At least this time he hadn’t brought any of his buddies along. Addie flashed him an encouraging grin. “Hey, Ukopach. What’re you doing here?”
His shoulders rose and then drooped as he sighed and sadly shook his head. “Something’s going on in the place where the gamekeepers live. It’s scary.”
The gamekeepers, the video game demons’ name for the computer geeks who’d developed The Trials of Moloch and thus created Ukopach and his buddies, were essentially gods to the tiny demons from the video game world. They were also human, denizens of Earth’s dimension. The one Addie and the boys were supposed to protect.
Addie glanced at Locan, who raised up from Jett’s back long enough to shrug and shake his head. Jett rose up on his arms and glanced at Ukopach. “If there were a problem with demonkind in Earth’s realm, we’d get the call.” He glanced at Addie.
“You hear anything?”
Addie looked at the corner where Azrael slept soundly. The hellhound was sensitive to their orders, but he wasn’t even awake. Of course, he hadn’t noticed the demon in the bedroom, either, so whatever was bothering Ukopach couldn’t be all that serious. She crawled off the bed and glanced at her sword on the bedside table, then at the sticky semen stains on her inner thighs.
“Ukopach? Can your problem wait just a few minutes? I need a shower.” She glanced at the guys. “So do you. Both of you.” Shaking her head, she laughed as she headed toward the tiny shower in the private bath off her room. No time this morning for the big bathing pool they all preferred. Not with demons on the loose.
“C’mon, boys. If you’re careful, we’ll all fit. I want to know what the hell is going on, but not until I’m sure we won’t stick to each other.”
Undaunted
Chapter 1
Locan was the first to awaken. The cavern walls glowed softly, indicating early morning. He lay there, comfortably sandwiched between Addie, who was curled up against his right side, and Jett, snoring softly against his left. Blinking slowly, he listened for the voice in his mind—the same voice of power that was the reason the three of them rarely slept late.
As immortal demon hunters, their days could be measured in battles and kills. The demonic threat against humanity had only grown worse over the years as humans—in their infinite stupidity—created a more perfect environment for evil to thrive. Demon hunting triads such as theirs were the only defenses mankind had against a very literal hell on earth. Defenses mankind remained totally oblivious to.
Lately, the calls to action had been constant, sending them from their station, a very comfortable cavern located in a dimension known only as between—a sort of no- man’s- land in a dimension between what was and what wasn’t—to battle demonkind intent on attacking mankind. Locan listened to the silence, expecting to hear instructions for their next assignment.
Nothing. He frowned. That was odd. Something had brought him out of a sound sleep, the first truly dreamless sleep he’d had since his rescue from the goddess Namaka. His unexpected captivity and her sensual cruelty had left him feeling twisted and used, his body so wrung out that even a shift between dimensions hadn’t been enough to heal him.
Finally, the bruises were gone and the cuts no longer seeping, but the pain of his wounds and the deeper, psychological pain of sexual degradation would linger for a long time to come. Thank goodness he had these two—his lovers, his team mates, the ones who made him whole.
Jett sighed softly against Locan’s chest. The soft puff of his breath was a reminder of what truly healed. It was all about love. Love was chasing the nightmares. Love and the understanding of the two other parts who made up the whole of their demon fighting team. They were the ones who made Locan whole. Addie, the fulcrum who gave them balance, and Jett, their lover and fellow demon hunter. Locan and Jett, one dark, one light, once demons linked to the dark side, now demon hunters working for the light. They were good guys who straddled the fine line between good and evil.
Locan had come much too close to evil while in Namaka’s clutches. A powerful Hawaiian goddess, she’d used him to gain revenge against her sister, the goddess Pele. He still couldn’t believe that ugly episode had ended as well as it had, though volcanologists world-wide were practically salivating over the rash of new volcanic islands bursting into existence following one cataclysmic night across the wide Pacific Ocean.
Pele had a truly explosive temper.
Damn, but he was glad they’d all made it out alive, something they might not have managed without the help of a hellhound, of all things. A hellhound Locan hadn’t liked one bit—until the beast helped him escape Namaka’s cruelty. He realized his heart was racing, just thinking of the horror of those hours spent with the goddess bitch. He took a couple of low, slow breaths and closed his eyes. Maybe a bit more sleep before they had to face the day—or what passed for a day in this dimension—would help him center himself. Help him find peace.
The cavern remained quiet. No cries for help against marauding demons, no orders to immediately relocate, swords in hand, to the next site of demonic mayhem. Locan slowly slipped back into oblivion, mind and body relaxing, sliding deeper and deeper into sleep. At least until Jett’s hand brushed along his side and finger-walked across his hip and groin. Groaning, Locan arched his back just enough to drive his cock into Jett’s grasp.
Jett squeezed. Locan groaned, and Addie snuggled close and licked his chest. Sighing, he opened his mind to his lovers. Opened to their sensual exploration of his body. His heart rate sped up once again, but this time there was no fear. None at all.
He’d worry about sleep later.
~~*~~
Azrael the hellhound raised his head and stared at the three demon hunters in the big bed. He wanted to join them—be one of them—so badly he might have wept if hellhounds had tears. Instead he lay his chin on his big paws and softly whimpered.
He knew Addie loved him, and Jett pretended not to when Addie was watching, but when she looked away, he’d rub Az’s ears and even scratch his belly. And Locan, the one who hadn’t liked him at all, had become one of Az’s biggest fans since he’d helped rescue Locan from Namaka’s clutchescontrol. Even the dopey little video game demon who occasionally hung around had decided Azrael the hellhound was on the right team.
Not that Ukopach was all that important to the demon hunting triad, but he was a friend of Addie’s, so Az had been careful not to hurt him. Careful of anything important to Addie and the guys, because Az felt safe here, and he didn’t want to screw it up. He was safe for the first time in eons, and he really didn’t want to go back to hell. So he lay here on his mat in the corner, listening to the sounds of the three he loved most making love with each other, and he knew he would give anything to join their world. To be one of their team.
To be someone they loved as much as they loved each other.
~~*~~
Sometimes this was the best part of making love. Addie leaned against the headboard with her fingers lazily sweeping over the warm folds of her sex. Her womb still pulsed with the aftermath of climax, her nipples ached with the tender throbbing of satisfied desire, and the taste of Jett’s release teased the tip of her tongue when she licked her lips.
Now Jett sprawled on his belly—butt hanging over the edge of the bed and his feet planted on the floor.
He was absolutely beautiful. Skin as dark as night, rippling with smooth muscles and that long, sleek, ebony hair spread across the sheets. His eyes were closed, his lips twisted in a rictus of pleasure. One hand grasped Addie’s ankle, as if she was the lifeline he needed to anchor himself to the here and now.
Locan stood behind Jett, clasping his lean hips, his pale fingers stark and strong against Jett’s dark skin as he thrust in and then pulled slowly out, his hips swaying languidly in a deceptively powerful rhythm. Addie opened her thoughts, delving first into Jett’s mind for the sensation of penetration as Locan entered him, and now riding with Locan as he rode Jett.
She loved the impressions they shared, the tight, hot clasp of Jett’s powerful inner muscles gripping Locan’s cock, the way the moist tissues hugged him close and rippled over his full length as he drove deep inside his lover. Opening her mind even more, she picked up Jett again, felt Locan’s powerful thrusts, the slow, relentless penetration deep inside, stretching him to the point of pain, holding at the apex of each thrust and then slowly, carefully withdrawing.
Jett was hard again, Locan was close to coming, and she wanted to be part of the action. Addie rolled over, fully aware of Jett’s tight hold on her ankle as she twisted to bring herself close. Leaning over, she kissed Jett full on the mouth, fully aware he would taste the lingering essence of himself on her lips. His tongue swept over hers and he groaned. She slipped her hand beneath his smooth, hard belly and wrapped her fingers around the heavy weight of his cock. It was such a cliché, but she couldn’t help but think of iron covered in soft velvet as she squeezed him hard, stroking in time with the slap, slap, slap of Locan’s groin hitting Jett’s butt.
The scents of hot sex and hotter male teased her nostrils. She loved everything about her guys—the feel of their strong hands on her body, their intoxicating scent, the way they filled her and loved her. The way they loved each other. She watched Locan’s steady thrust and withdrawal, caught up in a rhythm as intoxicating as good spirits. Then his body jerked and he pressed forward, hard. Once, twice, and then a third time before he tilted his head back, tendons in his neck straining as he cried out a long, low guttural roar and climaxed deep inside Jett.
Jett went over at exactly the same time. Addie felt his thick cock pulse within her fist and she cupped the smooth, dark crown as thick jets of ejaculate spilled into her palm. Jett pressed his hands against the mattress and pushed back against Locan, forcing him deeper, holding the position, and then collapsing with a deep groan.
Addie rolled to her back, still grasping Jett’s warm cock, almost preternaturally aware of the soft pulsations between her legs, the languorous aftermath of orgasm. She hadn’t even had to touch herself—watching them make love, sharing Jett’s and Locan’s orgasms through their mental link had been more than enough to take her over the top.
Damn, that was a first.
Blinking slowly, she started at a bright flash of red in her peripheral vision. Frowning, she tilted her head back and glanced upside down at the headboard.
And bit her lips to keep from laughing. Ukopach, you damn little beast. He looked like a demon, but a mere miniature of one of the fearsome creatures, brilliantly colored as if he had been rendered as a CGI character in a video game—which, of course, perfectly defined what he was.
Barely a foot tall, covered in red scales with horns on his head and a long, spiked tail that curled around his clawed toes, he stared at Addie out of cat’s eyes—silvery eyes with a vertical slash of black pupil. Smiling broadly, showing off a mouthful of tiny fangs, he stretched out his bat wings and adjusted his seat on the top of the bedpost. Then he waved a tiny clawed hand at Addie.
Chuckling softly, Addie winked at Ukopach as she slid her hand out from under Jett’s warm belly. “I hope you guys don’t mind that you had an audience.”
“Humph?” Jett rubbed his face against the blankets and turned one bleary eye on Addie. “Audience?”
Locan nodded against his back, but he didn’t raise his head. “Ukopach,” he said. “Little fart showed up a couple of minutes ago.”
Jett turned his head and stared at Addie. “Where? Should we kill the little bastard?”
She laughed harder. “Nah,” she said. “We might need him.” The little video demon had been surprisingly helpful on the first case where they’d met him. Video game demons had been commandeered to take over humans and essentially turn them into fast food for a hungry creature from the real demon realm. Since then, Ukopach had helped with a few minor cases, providing information only another demon might know.
All along, he’d been fascinated by sex. Of course, since he was merely a minor demon, created as a character for a children’s video game, sex wasn’t part of his CGI demon DNA. No, he was as asexual as could be, except he was definitely fascinated by the particulars. Addie sometimes wondered if all his exposure to the three demon hunters might affect his sexuality, or lack thereof, but so far they’d only had to deal with questions and the occasional surprise audience.
At least this time he hadn’t brought any of his buddies along. Addie flashed him an encouraging grin. “Hey, Ukopach. What’re you doing here?”
His shoulders rose and then drooped as he sighed and sadly shook his head. “Something’s going on in the place where the gamekeepers live. It’s scary.”
The gamekeepers, the video game demons’ name for the computer geeks who’d developed The Trials of Moloch and thus created Ukopach and his buddies, were essentially gods to the tiny demons from the video game world. They were also human, denizens of Earth’s dimension. The one Addie and the boys were supposed to protect.
Addie glanced at Locan, who raised up from Jett’s back long enough to shrug and shake his head. Jett rose up on his arms and glanced at Ukopach. “If there were a problem with demonkind in Earth’s realm, we’d get the call.” He glanced at Addie.
“You hear anything?”
Addie looked at the corner where Azrael slept soundly. The hellhound was sensitive to their orders, but he wasn’t even awake. Of course, he hadn’t noticed the demon in the bedroom, either, so whatever was bothering Ukopach couldn’t be all that serious. She crawled off the bed and glanced at her sword on the bedside table, then at the sticky semen stains on her inner thighs.
“Ukopach? Can your problem wait just a few minutes? I need a shower.” She glanced at the guys. “So do you. Both of you.” Shaking her head, she laughed as she headed toward the tiny shower in the private bath off her room. No time this morning for the big bathing pool they all preferred. Not with demons on the loose.
“C’mon, boys. If you’re careful, we’ll all fit. I want to know what the hell is going on, but not until I’m sure we won’t stick to each other.”
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