LUCY
"We'll fix this, Lucy," Reznik rumbles. "We'll find a way to deal with Khadyr. How much time do you have left on your contract?"
"A little over a week," I whisper, my voice hoarse. I can't even good-news-bad-news this situation because it's too fucking much. I'm magically tethered to the demonkin I fucked then fuckedover, but we can't hurt each other. So much for incapacitating them and making a run for it. I've got a-fucking-nother shard to find or Khadyr's going to carve me up like a Christmas ham. Never mind that I'm out of tombs, out of ideas, and nearly out of time.
Yaelyn leans back, head on my shoulder, and nuzzles my neck, sending flutters into my belly. "Thanks, Mischief," he says, his usually smooth voice rough, ragged and... wanting.
"I hate seeing you suffer," I say quietly into his dark, silky hair.
Rez snorts and looks up sharply. "That’s rich, after what you did."
"She's telling the truth, you ogre. You can't see into her heart the way I can." Yaelyn pokes Rez in the gut and winds his tail around my calf in a gesture that's so familiar, so comforting, that I snuggle closer to the incubus.
I swallow hard. Yaelyn can see the snarl of pain and doubt inside me, my fear. The tumult of emotions churning in my gut. He'll know that holding him like this is the rightest I've felt in months, that I finally feel like I'm back where I'm meant to be—and how that makes guilt eat away at me. I thought betraying these demonkin would be easy. Itwaseasy to wedge my way into their lives and fall into bed with them. Too easy to fall in love. I brush the hair away from his face and kiss his cheek softly.
He squirms, his tail wrapping more tightly around my leg, the tip drifting higher, stroking the inside of my thigh just above my knee.
"Yae," I protest. They can't welcome me back into the bed, their arms, not after what I did.
"Shut up, Mischief," he pleads. "I want you and you want us."
"I'll only hurt you again."
Reznik huffs. "For once, she's honest."
"Maybe," Yaelyn concedes, ignoring Rez's barb. "But until then, I want you bare and bound in our bed."
I groan as desire floods through me at his words. The draw between us is even stronger than before, and when the incubus' deft tail flicks over my slit through my jeans, I'm gone.
"Settle this like grown-ups?" I ask again, gasping when Yaelyn's hold on me tightens. I look up into Reznik's dark, oil-slick eyes. He has to want this as much as we do. We won't do this without him. And fuck, he does. He grits his teeth, trying to deny the draw, the desire.
"If we're settling this like grown-ups," he purrs, that rumbling burr in his deep voice sending a jolt of need through me, "then you're taking your punishment like a grown-up. And you're giving me the answers I want."
Fuck, what kind of answers can I give him? That I'm sure I'm going to meet my end at the hands of the most sadistic bastard on the eastern seaboard? That I've got a literal chest full of priceless artifacts, which are just a little bit stolen? Fuck, they only know about two of them. But if they'll just touch me, extinguish this unquenchable need inside of me, I'd tell him anything he wants to hear. This is a dangerous fucking game, and they know it. They know how easily they'll reduce me to a squirming mess of need, desperate for their hands, their mouths, their thick cocks working into me.
Then Yaelyn flips me onto my back and wedges his thigh between mine, grinding into me. His storm-cloud gray eyes glint, and his dark lips quirk with a faint smirk. "What's it going to be, Luce?" He shifts, rubbing against me in a way that sends electric desire pooling into my belly.
I've always been a goner for these men. Since they first moment I set eyes on them. "Yes," I beg.
Yaelyn's lips find my neck and I throw my head back to give him better access. "We'll never give you more than you can take," he says, his voice as smooth as silk. "But we'll give you more than youthinkyou can stand. You'll be begging us to stop, begging us formore. And you'll give us everything." He licks up the hollow of my throat and I whimper beneath him. "Every scream. Every fucking ounce of pleasure we demand. You'll give us your mouth if we want it. Your tight, sweet cunt." He strokes his tail along the back seam of my jeans, a touch so light I imagine it as much as I feel lit. "Your ass." He nips at me, and I can feel his grin against my skin. "Rez is going to turn it the prettiest shade of pink."
I tilt my head just enough to look into the demon's eyes. He watches me intently, hunger in his gaze.
"How many times do you think she needs to be spanked, Rez?" Yaelyn asks lightly, rubbing his knee against my sex through my jeans.
"Um, guys," I pant, shifting against Yaelyn, desperate for his touch. "Are we sure that's even, you know, feasible? Yae couldn't even prick my finger without repercussions."
"The difference, Spark," Rez says, stroking up my thigh with one massive hand, "is that you didn't want your finger pricked. But this? You're wet just thinking about it." He looks me over, that smug, lazy smile I've always loved curving his lips. That smile that promises pleasure beyond even what my filthy imagination can dream up. "How many times do you need me to spank you, Lucy?"
"T-ten times?" I venture.
"Fifteen it is," he says, dark and dangerous and impossible to resist. "Go, little thief. I want you naked in our bed and ready to accept your punishment by the time we get in there."
Yaelyn rolls off of me and I stumble to my feet, sprinting toward the bedroom. They follow me at a more leisurely pace, talking in low tones about what they plan to do to me, and I nearly trip trying to yank my pants off. By the time they step into the bedroom, my clothes are in a haphazard pile on the floor, and I'm on the bed, spread for them.
"Beautiful," Yaelyn murmurs, eyes roving down my body to my wet, swollen sex. "Need a taste."
"No," Rez rumbles. "There will be time for that." He sits at the edge of the bed and beckons me toward him.
