Lust and Ice
by M.A. Church
Word Count: 15K
Page Count: 50
Series: Bad Boys' Club (#1)
Genres: Erotic Short Story, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy/Desire, Demons, GLBT (M/M)
Release Date: October 19, 2012
Editor: Margaret Riley
Copy Editor: Pat Sager
Line Editor: Lacey Savage
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Who's the perfect mate for a cold-hearted human with no redeeming qualities? A Prince of Hell, who...
They call him Ice. Kain's a spoiled rich man's son with money to burn. An endless parade of men through his bedroom has left him empty and wanting. When he and his friends meet at their usual nightclub and place bets on who'll score for the evening, Kain eyes a sexy stranger. Electricity jumps between them, and Ice decides the handsome man will be in his bed screaming out his pleasure before the night is through.
Dark and deadly desires are Asmodeus' calling cards. Those that fall to his wicked ways are doomed to an eternity of unfulfilled lust in the second level of Hell. This is no man to be played with... because this is no man. He's the Prince of Lust, one of the seven princes of Hell. And he's been granted the right to take a mate by his master, Lucifer. He's searched through the ages for the one that will satisfy his sinful needs, but none have made the cut.
The Bad Boys club picked the wrong targets this time -- Hell's come to claim its own.
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Copyright (c)2012 M.A. Church
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Kain, AKA Ice, moved through the Friday night crowd on the dance floor of Night Moves, a trendy upscale bar. For VIPs, the club had a decadent, kinky side. The second level was members only and membership was awarded on the basis of money, power, and prestige. The second level was where other jaded predators like Kain roamed.
The bottom level -- the dance floor -- was where the fresh meat was kept. After all, every predator needed prey.
Kain avoided the teasing hands that reached for him. No one caught his eye, but the night was young. He nodded to the bouncer guarding the secured entrance to the second level. Of course he wasn't stopped. He was well known at the club.
Across the way he saw his childhood friends sitting at their usual table and made his way to them. Throwing his leather jacket on the back of his chair, he picked up the drink they had waiting for him. "Sorry I'm late. The old man was on my ass again."
"What about this time?" Jordan asked.
"Some kid yelling I hit his car on the way home a couple of nights ago. He threatened to call the cops -- claimed I left the scene of the accident." Kain shrugged as his eyes scanned the dance floor. "More like a mercy killing. My damn watch costs more than that heap he was driving, but he carried on like a bitch in heat over it. The old man calmed him down, as always."
"Meaning your dad had his lawyer pay him off." Allen rolled his eyes. "What's someone like that doing over here in our part of town?"
"What else," Hugh said. "Looking for a way to make easy money. Those kinds of people shouldn't be allowed over here."
"I never said it happened on our turf. I was slumming." Kain turned back to the group with a cold, emotionless grin. Actually, he'd been mindlessly screwing some nameless guy in the hopes of losing himself, if only for a little while. "If you know what I mean."
"Well, you know what they say. If you lie down with dogs..." Hugh shrugged. "On another note, boys, you owe me five thousand apiece. That sweet little thing, Chris? Yeah, I popped his cherry last night. Told you I would. Only took me two weeks, too, to convince him that we were meant to be."
"You have the devil's own luck," Jordan groaned.
"Actually, that's Kain. I'm still behind him by two virgins."
"How do you find these guys?" Allen complained. "I've only managed to find two!"
"Oh shut up. You're one ahead of me." Jordan rolled his eyes.
"Back on subject, fellows. Did I mention how sweetly he cried?" Hugh smirked. "And get this... he's thinks I'm going to keep calling him now, be his boyfriend. Seems like he was waiting for that special someone, the love of his life."
"Yeah, right. What a loser." Allen sneered. "How often did you have to tell him you loved him?"
"Too many times." Hugh's disgust was clear as he raised his glass and winked. "Like I'd be caught dead outside of a bedroom with someone like that."
"Goes without saying." Kain sprawled in his chair. "So, how's it looking down there? Fill me in."
"Jordan and I have a bet going about who's going to do that redhead on the dance floor first," Allen said. "He's the one with the green shirt, there in the middle."
"Why not do him together?" Hugh asked.
"We plan to." Allen winked. "I said I'd do him first. We'll tag team him later. Been awhile since Jordan and I got to do a double penetration."
Kain's hearty laugh boomed out, drawing attention from those around them. "I almost feel sorry for the guy." Kain glanced around the group; several pairs of disbelieving eyes stared back at him. "Okay, no I don't."
"The legendary Ice feels sorry?" Hugh's lips twisted. "That'll be a cold day in hell."
"Hell wouldn't have me."
"Oh yeah, it would. Personally, I think we'd end up ruling hell." Allen smirked at Kain.
"Ah, someone has that position, remember?" Jordan shrugged.
"We could be kings, or lords."
"There's supposed to be seven princes of hell. One for each deadly sin." Hugh rolled his eyes as his friends stared at him. "What?"