I can’t nod, I can’t really move—so I swallow, again.
Kane has to fight hard to keep his eyes open. I watch his jaw grit with pure determination, and that only makes me swallow once more.
“Remember your safe word,” Ezekial utters, as his grip on my waist tightens, lifting me just so, and then thrusting up into me as forcefully as he did before.
And he doesn’t stop.
Neither do Kane’s shadows, caressing every piece of skin they can touch. My thighs, my clit, my nipples, my throat, my face—everywhere.
Even with his cock in my throat, I can still produce some sounds, and soon, they won’t stop.
Gargled moans and strangled whimpers all fall out as Ezekial pounds up and into me relentlessly, and Kane’s grip holds my head as still as possible.
“You feel so fucking good. So hot and tight.” Zeek’s words are muffled against my throat, his tongue leaving heated trails as he licks and kisses me. “Ready to come again? With me inside you, my brother’s cock down your throat. So fucking full of us.”
“Look at me when you come.” Kane’s voice is unrestrained, filled with a dark hunger as it slinks into my mind.
Then he moves. Finally.
Pulling himself out of my mouth, onto my lips, just to slam back in.
And fuck.
It’s like I suddenly have a new g-spot at the back of my throat because I’m trembling everywhere.
“Look at how well you take my brother, such a good immaru, letting us use you. Letting a demon fuck your throat like that.”
Fucking hell.
I whimper at Ezekial’s sinful words as my eyes roll back into my head, and thankfully, Kane allows it, because I don’t think I can stop.
Especially not when the brothers start fucking me at the same speed, with the same intensity—thrust for thrust.
Building and building until—
“Come,” Kane’s order is just as deadly as Ezekial’s words.
I can’t hold back. Not even if I wanted to. That one word hits deep, everywhere, all at once, and I come with both brothers’ cocks inside me.
I swallow down Kane’s release without flinching, his thumb brushing my cheeks as he snarls out low moans. Both are still moving, giving me gentle, shallow pumps, ensuring I take every last bit of them.
“So fucking perfect,” Ezekial groans through his orgasm, every slow thrust drawing out my own climax. Until I’m a breathless, weightless thing held up between them.
And he’s right. This does feel pretty perfect.
Chapter 55: Jasmine
“How do you feel?” Kane’s fingers brush my cheek, but I can’t see him, because I can’t open my eyes. That would take too much energy. Energy I don’t have, because they’ve fucked it out of me.
“I... I’m… good.”
I’m slumped against Ezekial’s chest, my back pressed to his warmth, head tipped to the side. His arms bracket me, steady and unmoving, the heavy rise and fall of his breath so soothing as I lay here.
“The rune?” Kane asks, but I somehow know it isn’t to me. His voice isn’t as soft.
“Yeah… it’s altered.” Hearing Ezekial’s breathless voice makes me want to preen with pride.
Instead, I smile lazily. Which probably looks crazy with my skirt pushed up, blouse hanging open, body laying limp against his…
