Her Wanton Ways [Notorious Nephilim 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

him not to do, and his perpetual foul mood, but at least he’d taken pride in seducing as many guests as possible. Until Caleigh had come along, that is. Hugh had fallen like a rock the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Zach, on the other hand, lived like a hermit, no matter how many pretty girls he met. “So, what are you going to do?”
    “Work.”
    “I mean about sex. What are you going to do? Turn celibate? Choose a mortal life like Leo, Andras, Hugh, and Sterling have done?”
    Zach looked up again, a thoughtful look on his face. “Would it be so terrible to choose a mortal life?”
    “Yes, of course it would be. Look at them. Leo and Andras are old now and stuck with one woman for the rest of their lives.”
    Zach’s blue eyes grew dark. “I hardly think being in your late forties is old, and they certainly aren’t complaining about being with Blair. Don’t let them hear you talk that way about her.”
    “She’s still a looker, but I prefer redheads.”
    “Well then, maybe we should offer a special discount? Redheads get fifty percent off the rate. What do you think?”
    “Don’t be such a square. You know what I mean.”
    “I know there’s a lot of work to be done, and you aren’t pulling your weight.”
    Cristian sighed and rose, stretching. “I’m going to get some dinner. Later, alligator.”
    Zach didn’t answer. Cristian closed the door behind him and wandered into the lobby. The newscasters on the radio had predicted snow, but right now it was crisp and clear outside, with only wisps of puffy clouds dotting the gold-and-purple horizon. He loved this time of year, when everything hunkered down for the long winter. The air smelled clean, the days were cool, and he loved the oranges and reds of the leaves.
    He’d once heard a guest talking about jumping into a pile of raked leaves as a child and had asked her to describe what it was like. She’d laughed and given him an odd look. Cristian was always slipping up like that, asking the mortals to describe activities that were so much a part of their daily lives, they found it strange that he didn’t know the answer.
    It was exhausting pretending to be human, with the same collective memories and sense of camaraderie they all shared. Every decade they’d been imprisoned on Earth had brought with it unique challenges, changing attitudes, and new advances the owners had to learn and understand. Cristian found it nearly impossible to keep up.
    But underneath it all, dolls were still dolls and always had been. They smelled like heaven, their bodies excited him, and he never grew tired of seeing that look in their eyes—the softening just before they surrendered to him in bed.
    How four of them could have chosen to live mortal lives was beyond him. And even worse was the condition placed on their punishment. To lose their Nephilim status and become mortal, they had to share one woman among two of them, or the curse placed on the twelve of them in 1919, thirty-three years earlier, wouldn’t be broken.
    It was now obvious to all the owners that the curse placed on them for their sins could indeed be broken. First Leo and Andras had proven it with Blair, and nine years ago Hugh and Sterling proved it once again when Caleigh chose to stay here with them. They all seemed blissfully happy, but Cristian didn’t want any part of it. He was having too much fun to make love to one woman for the rest of his life. To have to share her on top of that with one of the other owners was not something he would ever be willing to do.
    The smell of roast beef and asparagus assaulted his senses, and he wandered into the dining room. As Nephilim they didn’t need to eat or drink in order to stay alive, but all of them took advantage of the fact that they could enjoy food and booze as much as they wanted to.
    As he glanced around the room, he caught the eye of a stacked blonde with whom he’d had a raunchy make-out session in the stables last week. The gleam in her eye