Immortal Rider_ Lords of Deliverance Series_ - Larissa Ione [73]
Or as if he was protecting himself from disappointment.
His search shook something loose inside her, because as much as she hated to admit it, she had a tender, raw spot when it came to fathers. Maybe it was stupid of her, but she’d spent a little extra time going over Than’s material that related to his history, wanting to help him.
Of course, helping wasn’t a hardship when it meant she got to spend hours in his library, which was stacked from floor to ceiling with books she’d never known existed.
Demon cookbooks. Fiction ranging from children’s’ books to romance and horror novels… all written by demons. And, for the record, demon erotica was freaking gross. She also found books about the Four Horsemen written by humans, demons, and even an angel. Many of the works were fiction—Thanatos seemed to collect everything that had anything to do with the Horsemen, from video games, TV shows and movies, to books—but several—re dozen were non-fiction. Lots of “first-hand accounts” and speculation.
The one that made her blush to her roots, though, was the book written by a succubus who claimed to have had intimate relations with all of the brothers.
The book read like a cross between an urban fantasy novel and a Penthouse Forum letter, and Regan found herself curled up on the oversized leather chair next to the cozy fireplace in Thanatos’s library, flipping pages as fast as she could. God, she didn’t even need the fire, not with the way her blood was running molten in her veins.
The succubus, whose name was Pilani, claimed to know some truly intimate details about the three brothers, had first spent some time with Ares after meeting him in an underworld pub called the Four Horsemen. She described his power, his furious and extremely rough lovemaking, and Regan squirmed. She’d only had sex once, and it wasn’t anything like what Pilani described with Ares. Fast, hard, lots of weapons.
Regan definitely hadn’t had that many orgasms or been that exhausted afterward. No, there’d been the one orgasm, during which she’d felt her power stir, as if it had wanted to snatch her boyfriend’s soul right out of his body. Regan had broken up with him that night and hadn’t risked sex again.
Pilani had moved on to Reseph, who she claimed was playful and gentle when the mood called for it, tireless, adventurous, and risky at other times. And, apparently, he really liked… Regan’s jaw fell open, and she turned the page, skipping past Reseph’s reported willingness to try anything.
Mouth dry and practically panting, Regan flipped ahead to Pilani’s experiences with Thanatos.
I approached him where he sat in the dark corner of the Four Horsemen, his eyes glowing as he watched me. I’d had his brothers, several times. In fact, Reseph watched with amusement from his own corner, where he was encouraging a Trillah female to feel him up even as other females gathered ’round him to join in what would surely turn into one of his notorious orgies.
I’d offer myself to him, of course, if Thanatos turned me down. I’d never found anyone who admitted to fucking the tattooed warrior, though I’d seen a few females disappear into the back room with him.
“Death,” I purred, and he growled the way he always did when someone called him by that name. The Horsemen were sensitive about their names, for some reason… all but Limos, who didn’t mind being called Famine.
“Go away.”
He put his ale to his lips. Lips I wanted to know intimately. I wanted to be the first of all the groupies, the Megiddo Mount-Me’s, to have scored a trifecta. Hell, if I managed to get Thanatos, maybe I’d try a little girl-on-girl with Limos and secure my place in Horsemen lore.
Naturally, I ignored him and took a seat next to him, making sure my skirt hiked up to show tantalizing hints of everything. He noticed, and the front of