“If it’s an invisibility charm, yes. I have no other idea what it could be since they aren’t a shadow demon.” A frown curved onto Rhett’s face, but I held his gaze.
“Then… I’d like to. Only if you’re okay with it, though.”
A rough rumble left his throat. “Really, baby? Do you honestly think that I would turn you down?”
“Not that you would turn me down,” I assured him, and Damien ran his nose down my neck as he inhaled. “Just—ah—maybe you didn’t want to right now because of everything, and that’s okay.”
I wanted to take all the hurt away from Rhett. I knew the letters were messing with his head.
But with the smirk on his lips, I knew the letters were pushed to the back of his mind for the time being. A rush of excitement flooded my veins.
Damien stepped back and used his telekinesis powers to suspend me in the air. I let out a startled sound as he moved me over to Rhett’s desk and laid me out on it before having my clothes practically fly off of me.
Rhett’s and Damien’s hungry gazes were on me, and I shivered at the tension in the air. My body was hot with a heat that only my mates could douse.
Damien stepped forward, and his shadows wrapped around my wrists, binding them together above my head and forcing them against the desk. Each tendril rolled around my ankles before forcing my legs open to reveal the most intimate part of me. I trembled between desire and vulnerability.
“Baby, you’re beautiful,” Rhett murmured.
Both of them were in full demon form with their horns and tails adorning their bodies. Wet heat flared between my legs as they both rested their hands on the desk I was on top of. “Please,” I whimpered, needing to feel one of their hands on me.
“Not just yet, little bird. Show me patience. Can you do that?” Damien tongued his lip rings.
I nodded, drinking both of them in as they undressed in front of me in a slow and seductive manner. Their tattoos did something to me I never thought was possible. I admired the planes and contours of their chests, arms, and shoulders. They were perfection personified.
Damien moved first, covering my trembling body with his. He licked from the spot below my ear, down the length of my body, before he latched onto the sensitive nub between my legs.
I cried out, and my hips bucked up. Another tendril snuck around my stomach and pinned me flush against the desk. Squirming was useless as Damien assaulted me with his mouth.
Tears of frustration gathered in the corners of my eyes. He would get me just to the point of exploding before he stopped. It happened three times in a row before I groaned. “What are you doing?”
“He’s doing the opposite of what I did to you,” Rhett said as Damien’s hot mouth continued working between my legs.
“What do you mean?” I moaned as I was on the edge, but he moved again, making me bite my lip in agony.
“Instead of giving you too much pleasure, he’s getting you to the point right before orgasming before stopping. It’s called edging.”
“Edging? Is it a form of torture?” My voice cracked as I tried to suck in enough oxygen. My body buzzed with a need that I couldn’t get.
Damien chuckled, flattening his palm against my stomach and looking up at me with his lips glistening with my wetness. “Oh, my sweet, innocent little bird. Some could say it’s a form of torture.”
A strangled gasp left my throat. “Don’tevertorture anyone else but me like this!”
His amused mirth vanished. “I wouldnevertouch anyone else like this. Only you. Don’t ever think otherwise.”
I was breathless, and my body burned for the release he had yet to give me. “Promise?”
“I promise you my soul.”
“Good. Can you please, um…”
“Please what?”
“Please, let me.”
”Please let you, what?” He smirked, rubbing a circle around my nub.
“Come!” I moaned as tingles shot up my body. “Let me come!”
