“Damien, love.” Another sweeping touch right back up his neck before sliding even farther down. “Wrap your sinful mouth around my cock, and I promise I’ll make you feel good,” he whispers.
Another hard tremble shivers through the demon currently settled on his hands and knees. His head tips up. Their eyes clash in heated stares.
And then Damien’s mouth lowers down. He presses a gentle kiss to the tip of Krave’s dick. His tongue slides out oh-so-slowly to swirl lightly at the head of the smooth hard flesh. His lips part, and my breath catches as he slides his mouth down farther and farther over every prominent vein of Krave’s hardness.
My legs shift together to ease the throbbing sensation that I’m doing absolutely nothing with.
“Didn’t you promise to do something with those idle hands, Ari?” Krave asks on a shaking breath, his head tipping back to expose how much Damien’s affecting him. He looks down on me through thick dark lashes. “Take that hand and slide your panties to the side, love,” he whispers, licking his lips slowly as he watches me.
A shiver runs down my spine, and my back arches in response.
And I do as I’m told.
Fingers skim like a breath against my thigh. The thin panties hook around my index finger, and then cool air sweeps over the most sensitive part of me as I’m bared to the three men still watching intently.
“Spread those long legs. Show Ryke how wet you are for him. Show that angel what he’ll never taste,” Krave says on a cruel, cutting tone.
My legs shake as my thighs part wide and invitingly.
Groans kiss the wind from the shadows before me. I feel that sound rumble through my core, and I suddenly want someone against me more than I want the air in my lungs.
I want Ryke’s big body between my thighs. I want Krave’s dirty mouth against my pussy. I want Damien’s hands all over my trembling body.
And I want—I fucking want every part of Zaviar.
Even if I know I’ll never truly have him.
Krave gasps with a string of curses slipping out as he shoves his hands through Damien’s hair and thrusts his hips hard and fast.
They’re consumed with one another. And I’m still on display for men who are too, too far away.
“You going to fuckin’ make yourself cum, Pretty Crow?” A steadier voice asks, and I can hear his smirk.
I want him nearer.
“Why don’t you make me?”
It’s a petty response, but I mean it so fucking much.
Make me cum, Zaviar. Fuck me. Feel so good until you forget the loyalty you have to your own kind. Fuck me. Use me. Own me.
But never, never leave me.
“You know I can’t, Pretty Crow.” His words are hesitant. Wanting. “If I did, though, how would you want me to do it?”
Ryke’s low growling groan shudders out and just causes my breath to shudder even more.
These men are going to be the sexy death of me.
My fingers twitch as I think through what he just said to me.
“I’d want you to go slow so I could feel every part of you first.” My index finger slides down my wet folds. The steady touch rubs back and forth against my slickness, almost grazing my clit but not quite.
Another cutting breath kisses the darkness, and I know Ryke’s working himself now just like I am. Just like I want them to.
I close my eyes and imagine Zaviar’s strong body caging me in from above. I remember the way his hands felt consuming and controlling against my skin.
My fingers push hard over my mound, and a gasp tears from my throat as my head falls back in a blissful memory.
