I blinked up at him, my brain stalling out for a second before I parsed what he was saying.
Even now, in front of all these monsters, he was reminding me that I had a safe word. I wasn’t sure what he’d do exactly. Maybe give it to me in the most gentle, vanilla way possible. But that’s not how I liked to have my step devil.
I didn’t care who was watching.
I wanted him to peel me open, peer inside the deepest, most secret parts of me andsalivateover what he saw.
I reached up to smack him, but he caught my wrist just before the blow landed. Surprise gave way to sinuous glee. He chuckled sadistically, his grip tightening enough to leave a bruise. It wouldn’t be the only mark he’d leave on me tonight.
“You’re so tense, baby. Loosen up.” He licked his lips, and his tongue piercing gleamed in the firelight. “Or maybe it’s my job to help you with that.”
I sucked in a breath, gaping up at him. He just smiled right back, looking so damn pleased with himself. Nope. He wasn’t nervous at all. Titus was confident as ever that he’d claim my soul and we’d waltz out of here scot-free.
Keeping one hand firmly on my wrist, he used his free hand to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. One hand cruel, the other gentle. In a way, it was just like him.
His human side soft, his devil side…well, like this.
And my body betrayed just how much I loved whatever part of himself he saw fit to give me.
Titus arched down, his face so close that his breath caressed my throat. Then he licked along the column of my throat, tasting my pulse point. “I’m going to do filthy fucking things to you, Lorelei. Every devil here will wish that you were theirs.”
The flood of adrenaline slamming through my veins was intoxicating. My head swam, my thighs clenched and my pussy was molten wet. Given how acute their senses were, I was sure every devil here could taste my arousal.
And that just made me drip all the more.
Every time Titus mentioned showing me off, his possessive streak flared up and I dripped like a damn faucet. So much for self-preservation. Not that I cared; we’d passed the point of no return.
“I love it when you’re like this, Lorelei.” Titus’s tongue painted a lick over my throat, then dived lower, dipped beneath the neckline of his shirt I still wore.
He laughed as goosebumps rose over my breasts. Just as his tongue teased over my nipples—the pink buds hardening against the flannel button-up—he withdrew the appendage, and I squirmed at the sudden loss of heat. My hips bucked off the ground, writhing against his pelvis to find his rock-fucking-hard cock.
He canted his hips, grinding my ass into the dirt with a maniacal laugh. “You’re such a pretty little monster slut, aren’t you? So eager to be eaten.”
His fingers slipped from my wrist to hook into my shirt, playing with the plunging neckline where I’d tied it shut—since he’d already ripped the buttons off during our graveyard adventure. “Your arousal is so strong. I doubt there is a monster within a mile radius who can’t taste the sweet perfume of your dripping pussy.”
Defiance flared inside me, and I flashed him a too-sweet grin. “What’s your angle here, devil? Are you trying to fuck my soul out or are you trying to chase it out by boring it to death?”
His eyes flashed. Then his tongue whipped out and he slapped me across the face with it. I gasped and, with the parting of my lips, he plunged the thick appendage down my throat. I bucked, choking at the sudden invasion.
As I gagged and sputtered, his wicked fingers hooked inside my shirt and ripped it open, baring my breasts.
He peeled my jeans and panties off with one smooth movement, dropping them to the ground beside my head. Then his attention turned toward freeing himself from his jeans.
With his tongue shoved down my throat, I could barely think straight. But in a way, it was the perfect distraction. All my senses were heightened, overtly aware of him and him alone. Every graze of bare skin and every tumbling breath from his gaping mouth. I thrashed around him as he spread my thighs apart, sinking inside my pussy on the next beat of my heart.
He filled me from both ends, making me helpless to do anything but lay there in the dirt and take him.
His devil cock spread me with perfection, full and throbbing. His veiny shaft was yet another sensation to lose myself in, the pleasure of it overriding any lingering nerves as dozens of monsters watched us.
His mismatched eyes took up most of my vision, the flames of the fire framing the edges.
So fucking full.
I didn’t know I could feel this filthy, this depraved, this fucking good. His sweat-soaked skin sliding over mine was a comforting intimacy amongst the wet, lewd noises our bodies made as they clashed together in unholy union.
This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.
My fingers flew to his head, one hand knotting in his hair while the other curled around his horn.
