“You sure do have fancy demon plant power,” I muse. “Can you do it the other way around? Sprinkle pollen on them that makes them bigger instead of smaller?” I ask curiously. Alder could be a millionaire if word got out that he could do that.
“What, we not big enough for you?” Alder asks teasingly, his fingers movin’ to my stomach where he starts ticklin’ me.
“What? No!” I squeal, scream, and squirm as I laugh and try to explain what I meant.
Flint quickly joins in on the punishment too, and I try to wiggle away from them, but I’m bound by strong arms and retribution-filled chuckles.
“People would pay for that!” I scream as laugh-tears breach my eyes. “I just meant you could make money!”
“Oh, sure. Likely story,” Flint jokes, graduatin’ from ticklin’ to blowin’ raspberries on my stomach, which is almost worse.
Alder helps him by holdin’ my jerky limbs down as they work like a seamless team without even needin’ to talk and direct each other.
“I mean it! I love your cocks just as they are!” I squeal in declaration as I try to get away from the ticklish vibrations of Flint’s mouth blowin’ on my stomach.
“I didn’t hear what she said, did you catch that?” Alder asks Flint playfully.
“Nope, you’ll have to speak up, Peaches,” he orders, movin’ lower on my abdomen.
“I love your huge cocks!” I scream out even louder, and both Alder and Flint chuckle as I threaten to pee all over them if they don’t cut it out. Good Lord, the whole house probably heard that. I pause. Dammit, that was probably the point.
Flint drops his raspberries even lower, but he thankfully takes mercy on me and starts suckin’ and kissin’ his way down, in between a torturous raspberry or two. I laugh and moan, suddenly really likin’ the direction this is goin’.
He inhales deeply just above my now needy vagina, and he hums approval. “If that’s not my favorite smell in the whole world,” Flint declares with a happy smile as he parts my slick folds with a finger.
My brow furrows with confusion. “Didn’t you say the same thing about the smell of swamp and cut grass?” I tease, recallin’ him makin’ that same announcement the first night they walked me to their bar.
Flint looks up at me, his dark gray eyes banked with heat as his finger slowly circles my clit. “No, I said that about the smell of your wet pussy on the breeze that night,” he tells me with a casual smile.
I sit up, ignorin’ the hands that move over my body, tryin’ to pluck want and desire from it. “You could smell me?” I ask incredulously, my cheeks heatin’ with shock and embarrassment.
Are they serious? They could smell every time I got turned on around them?
“Oh yeah,” Alder confesses as he pulls me back against him and palms my suddenly achy breast. “You should be able to smell us too now that whatever was suppressing your demon side is broken,” he tells me, andthathas me abandonin’ my self-consciousness for curiosity.
“Really?” I ask, and then I breathe in deeply to test it out. I smell them, butof courseI do. We’ve been holed up in this bed all mornin’, just enjoyin’ each other as we have sex, talk, and hang out.Anyonewould be able to smell the sex in here. But as I inhale, I pick up on a warm, deep scent that seems to underline the smell ofusall around me, but I can’t really tell if that’s me, them, or the damn laundry detergent.
“You’ll get better cataloging things as you go,” Alder tells me as he leans down and sucks on my neck.
I shrug, figurin’ that’s probably the case, and focus in on my hot demon mates and their insatiable stamina. Thank God, or Satan, or whoever, I think to myself as I settle back against Alder and widen my thighs for Flint. These two are perfect in the bedroom department.
A heavy knock sounds at the door, abruptly cuttin’ things off, and all of our eyes snap in the direction of the noise.
“Ugh,” Flint groans as he pushes off the bed. “They take weeks to surface and remember that a world exists outside of their mate’s thighs, but they won’t even give us one full day,” he grumbles as he strolls over to open the door, not even carin’ that he’s buck naked.
Alder grabs a sheet and covers me up with it, but he doesn’t stop pluckin’ at my nipples beneath the fabric or holdin’ me close. Flint cracks the door open with a surly, “What?”
I hear a throat bein’ cleared. “I brought the three of you some clothes. I also came to tell you we’re going to be discussing our plans to find Sable and Morax over lunch. If you would like to be part of it, you’re welcome to come downstairs,” Rafferty announces. I only know it’s him because I see a blue arm reach through the crack Flint made with the door as he hands him the clothes.
Flint looks back at me for a moment, but I’m already pushin’ out of Alder’s hold and scootin’ off the bed so I can go get cleaned up. He huffs out a sigh as he sees the determination in my face. I’m all for this whole mate situation and learnin’ every piece and inch of each other, but if there’s talk about my lost sister and how to get rid of the creep who keeps attackin’ me, I need to be a part of it.
“We’ll be right down,” Flint grumbles to Rafferty, and then he promptly shuts the door in his face.
I shoot him a look. “Be nice,” I tell him, not wantin’ any trouble between the demon mate groups. I just met Delta, and I don’t want anythin’ to push us apart. She’s my sister. These guys are gonna have to figure out how to get along.
“They deserve our ire,” Alder tells me evenly as he also gets out of bed.
“They do,” I agree, “but we need to work together, which means we need to let some things go.”
