"Eleven," I pant as he circles my clit with the rough, calloused pad of his finger. He knows my body so well, knows the way to touch me until I'm writhing against his hand.
His other hand cracks against my ass, harder than before, as he strokes my pussy, and I cry out. Pain and need twist inside me.
"Twelve!"
"Rez, she's going to come if you keep that up," Yaelyn warns, moaning as he squeezes himself, bucking up into his hand.
"She's allowed one for free," Reznik says gruffly. "The rest she earns." He draws his hand from my soaked pussy, and I cry out in protest only to hear that telltale snap. Fuck,yes.
"You need to grow your claws just so you can bite them off," Yaelyn grunts. "She nearly came from that alone."
Rez plunges his thumb into my cunt and works my clit until I'm bucking against him, crying out an endless stream of senseless pleas.
When the thirteenth spank stings my ass, I come apart with a scream, pulsing around Rez. Pleasure tears through me and I don't know how I ever walked away from these men. My demon doesn't let me come down. He strokes me through my orgasm, and just as I'm approaching my second peak, he spanks me twice more, quick, sharp strikes, and I'm close, so fuckingclose, but he releases me, slipping his hand from my drenched sex.
He kneads my pinkened cheeks, soothing away some of the pain. I groan in frustration, trying to squeeze my legs together, desperate to fall over the edge he brought me to.
"No, Lucy. You earn the rest." He gathers me up into his arms and rubs my stiff shoulders as he holds me close. Yaelyn joins us, kneeling beside the ottoman and stroking my hair.
Rez's chest rises and falls with his steady breath, and I'm lulled, soothed by the embrace I've missed so much.
The rest of my catharsis comes in the messy, ragged sobs that follow, spilling out of me as they hold me. All the pain and doubt flood from me with my tears. "I'm sorry," I weep.
"I know," Rez murmurs, rocking me in his arms. "And Yaelyn already knew. You know he's the brains of this outfit."
A watery laugh escapes me. "I don't know..." I muse. "Your noggin's pretty good for a few things."
Rez barks out a surprised laugh. "You just like holding my horns while you're riding my face."
"You don't hate that either," Yaelyn says, wryly. "But I'm afraid I'll have to deny you. I'll be the one licking that sweet pussy until she screams. On that note, hold her open for me." He considers the demon for a moment and then shakes his head. "Actually, undress first. I want to see her dripping all over your cock."
Reznik laughs again and Yaelyn's answering smile could light up even the darkest places. Has Rez's laughter become such a rare occurrence that hearing him laugh brings the incubus that much joy? Reznik has always been terse and getting him to laugh at my stupid quirks took time and dedication, but...
"Tell me where you want me, beloved." Rez stands with me in his arms and drops me unceremoniously onto the bed. I bounce and giggle, feeling lighter than I've ever felt.
Reznik unbuttons his shirt and then shrugs it off his shoulders and my mouth goes dry. Yaelyn and Reznik are a study in contrasts: where Yaelyn is all lean, carved muscle, Reznik is broad, his hard body sculpted from pure, powerful strength. Where Yaelyn's horns are short and curve upward, Rez's are thick, looping around his ears like a ram's horns. Both are gray-skinned, as many demonkin are, but Yaelyn's complexion is that of a rainy day, Reznik's that of a thundercloud. Together, they're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Rez drops his pants, and his cock springs forth, thick, hard, and ready to take me.
I crawl to the edge of the bed once more, intent on taking him into my mouth, but Yaelyn gives my tender buttock a squeeze that makes me yelp–and then moan.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Mischief," Yaelyn says, reasonably. "But we're getting the answers we need out of you."
I've never done things by half measures, and I want these demonkin more than anything, more than I ever wanted the shard when I first laid eyes on it.
I pick the hard way.
CHAPTER4
LUCY
Reznik sits down in the armchair where Yaelyn just watched him spank my ass pink. He crooks a finger and beckons me forward, then settles me into his lap. My sore ass rubs against his hard cock, and I whimper out a needy cry.
He drapes each of my legs over his, then spreads his knees wide, opening me up for Yaelyn. I'm forced to lean back against the demon's hard chest, but I feel something in his arms that I haven't felt in months: safe.
"Loop your arms behind my neck, Spark," he rumbles. "And don't you dare move them until I say you can."
I obey immediately and then melt into him. We haven't pulled out the restraints yet, but I still find myself immobilized, spread for my incubus. Bound in a way I've longed to be for so long. All the tension drains from my body, and I slip into that space where there's only the three of us. As it should be.
