Between the two of them, my body no longer felt entirely like it belonged to me—and somehow that was exactly right.
There was a quiet shuffle of fabric and buckles behind me, then the soft thud of something striking stone. Beneath my palms, I felt Lugh’s chest rise as he drew in a slow, deliberate breath, like he was clinging to the last threads of his restraint.
When I glanced back, the demon was bare—lazy and unapologetic about it, as though clothing had always been optional.
The sight sparked something reckless in me. I turned back to Lugh and began undoing him with trembling hands, biting my lip as I worked at fabric and laces, watching his eyes darken with every inch revealed. Watching him draw taut with restraint, like it physically hurt to keep himself leashed.
Behind me, the demon eased back a fraction. When I turned my head, he was already lowering himself to the floor with languid, predatory grace, sprawling against the cold stone like a king claiming his throne. His gaze never left me—or the place where I still straddled Lugh.
“Now,” he said, voice gone dark and indulgent, “you’re gonna be my good little plaything and come sit where I want you.” His gaze dragged down my body. “ Come take a seat on daddy’s face. I’ve more than earned the right to taste your delicious cunt properly.”
My breath hitched. Every nerve in me was already singing from his mouth on my neck and Lugh’s hands on my skin.
“Come on, little sinner. We both know that you’ve been dripping for me since before you even lit the candle inside the summoning circle,” he went on lazily. “You meant to summonme. The pretty boy over there is just the world’s most inconvenient unwelcome interruption.”
Lugh gave a quiet, incredulous huff, his hands squeezing my waist. The demon’s mouth curved.
“But,” he added, his gaze sliding back to Lugh. “Once I’ve had my fill of you, I trust your demigod here will see to what comes after.”
“Huh,” Lugh said, intrigue threading his tone. “A demon who kens the value of care. Who gives instead of just takin’.”
“Who says I can’t give and take all at once?” the demon shot back. “I’ll take and give in equal measure—until she doesn’t know where one ends and the other begins.”
The promise curled low in my belly. My thighs pressed together on instinct, and I felt Lugh’s fingers tighten, grounding and steady.
“It’s yours if you want it,” he said, voice rough but clear. “Tell me you want this.”
I drew in a breath and lifted my chin, meeting his gaze. “I want it fiercely,” I whispered, because the ache for him had grown too loud to ignore.
Lugh answered without words. He dipped his mouth to my throat and kissed me there, gentle and sure, then gathered me up against him as he rose, holding me easily like I weighed nothing at all. For a heartbeat he just stood there with me, solid and steady, before lowering me back to my feet.
He stepped aside just enough to clear my path. His hand lingered at my back, guiding, permission given.
As I moved past him, he gave my ass a sharp, unmistakable smack, the sound cracking through the space between us. Not a push. Not a dismissal. A send-off.
“Go on, angel,” he murmured close to my ear. “I’ll be right here.”
Decision made, I went.
The demon’s eyes darkened as I stepped into his space. Seated though he was, his hands came up to my hips, firm and possessive, claiming me where I stood.
“Turn around,” he murmured. “I want this plump arse in my face, hands and mouth on my cock.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, but I did it—I turned, presenting myself to him, every inch of exposed skin prickling under the weight of his stare. He made a low, appreciative sound.
Strong hands drew me down, coaxing me to settle over his mouth. My knees braced on either side of his head, his hands firm on my hips—guiding the angle like we’d done this dance a thousand times.
The stone beneath us was cold, but his body was not. He was all passionate intent and wicked patience, guiding me exactly where he wanted me with slow, unhurried pressure.
“Easy,” he purred. “There we go. Just like that.”
My breath trembled out of me as his mouth finally found me—hot, insistent, devastatingly thorough. “Gods… your tongue. I’ve never—oh fuck. No one’s ever?—”
“You’ve never had your pussy devoured?” he purred. “I do love ruining an amateur. Now, sit on my face like you intend to smother me, and move these hips back and forth, right over my tongue.”
I didn’t need to look to know Lugh had come close. I felt him in front of me, the heat of his body, the soft drag of his fingers under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his.
“Grind yourself down on his tongue,” Lugh commanded quietly.
