Tristan, Machidiel, and Alastor are bound together by love, but their lives are running far from smoothly thanks to Tristan's demonic bargain with an incubus. Tristan has two choices, remain with the incubus as his trainee or find a mortal to take his place. Neither choice is appealing. The three lovers struggle to release Tristan from his bargain, only to find bigger problems on the horizon when a human caught up in the mess is taken prisoner by the Demon King himself, with repercussions that could tear their ménage apart forever. CONTENT ADVISORY: This title contains a cliffhanger ending and continues in book 3, Between Life & Death.
Tristan Garrett watched the waves as they lapped closer to his bare feet. Behind him Machidiel and Alastor packed up their belongings and prepared to return to the real world, as Tristan had come to think of it. He'd known from the start their idyllic island holiday wasn't meant to last; he just wished their escape wasn't coming to an end quite so soon. Resting his chin on his drawn up knees, he stared at the sinking sun, willing time to stop so he didn't have to go back. Unfortunately, despite all his newly acquired powers, stopping time or turning back the clock weren't amongst them. He didn't even turn round when Alastor flopped down on the sand beside him. "Have you thought more about our idea?" Alastor asked hesitantly. Tristan snorted. He'd thought of little else. It wasn't that he hated the idea of relocating, though he'd balked at first. No, the idea had a certain appeal to him. He just didn't think living somewhere else would solve his current problem. If it would, he'd be down at the estate agent's first thing in the morning. Unfortunately, no matter where he lived, Lawrence would be able to find him. Alastor reached around Tristan's shoulders, pulling him into his side. "We'll sort things out; don't worry." "How?" Tristan asked. "I'm bound to Lawrence for fuck knows how long, and the only way to escape his clutches is to turn some innocent human into a monster like me." Alastor smacked Tristan's thigh, perhaps a little harder than necessary. "You're not a monster, so stop calling yourself one. Unless you think I'm a monster too?" Tristan sighed and buried his head in his knees. "Do you?" Alastor whispered. Tristan shook his head without looking up. Even though he'd known Alastor to be a demon almost from the start of their relationship, he'd never thought of him as a monster. "Then why do you think of yourself that way?" Alastor pressed. "You might be an incubus now, but you're still you. You're more yourself than I've been since turning demon, because you remember your life before. You're not some evil monster." Tristan didn't know the answer to the question Alastor posed. Maybe it was because Alastor was a different sort of demon--or because he'd never known him as a human. Whatever the reason, Tristan could barely stand to look at himself in the mirror, and cringed when he saw the red eyes looking back at him instead of the regular green. He'd only seen his full demon form once and he had yet to work up the nerve to take a closer look. "Are you guys ready to go home?" Mac called from across the dunes. Tristan finally lifted his head and looked back over his shoulder towards the angel who'd swept him off his feet so unexpectedly the Halloween before last. If anyone had told him his one-night stand with Mac would lead him here, he'd never have believed them. Here he was, living with two other men--one an angel, the other a demon--and he couldn't bring himself to regret the direction his life had taken at all. Even becoming a demon himself didn't seem quite so bad now the memories of his life had been restored to him. He just wished he could figure out a way to get Lawrence, the demon who'd made him, out of his life without finding another human to take his place. He hadn't yet come to terms with being an incubus, a male sexual predator of the demon world, and now Lawrence expected him to find some unsuspecting human and turn him into an incubus too. He'd be ruining someone's life just to save himself. Actually, he'd be ruining more lives than one, because the new incubus would do exactly what Tristan had done to regain control of his sexual appetite, take the life of the human he fed from. Tristan wasn't sure if he could live with himself if he turned another man into a killer, yet what choice did he have? The only alternative would be to join Lawrence for as long as the other demon wanted, and Lawrence wanted forever. Mac strolled over to Tristan and Alastor and crouched down on the sand. "Tristan, what's the matter? Are you hungry?" Tristan felt his cock harden in his shorts as Mac reached out to pat his leg. If it weren't for the fact Mac and Alastor always managed to turn him on so quickly, Tristan might have thought the reaction stemmed from his demonic sexual appetite. Honestly, the hunger wasn't the problem right now, though Tristan wasn't one to turn down an offer of sex. Turning to Mac, Tristan pressed their lips together and moaned into the kiss. "Fuck me, Mac." Tristan sent his thought directly to Mac's mind without breaking contact. "Alastor, go fetch the lube from the satchel," Mac ordered, as he toppled Tristan backwards onto the sand and yanked off his shorts without ceremony. Alastor returned in seconds and Tristan felt slick fingers teasing his hole. He shivered as two mouths descended on his nipples, sucking and biting them. He relished the sharp pleasure pain as his lovers marked him as theirs. Closing his eyes, Tristan wriggled his arse, trying to push down on the fingers that never quite entered him. "Fuck me," he begged. "Please Mac. I need you in me. Now." Tristan knew Mac had heard his plea. He knew his words had made it through to the angel. During the last two weeks he had worked on his telepathic ability almost constantly. He knew Mac had heard him. Mac had simply chosen to ignore his plea, at least for the moment. Alastor's tongue circled his navel as Mac lapped at his balls. Tristan closed his eyes and let them work their magic on his body.