“In me,” I whisper. “Inside.”
Marcus’s hand closes in my hair and I’m pulled forward. The fat head pushes between my lips. Forced down my throat.
The demon — or Marcus — groans.
“Look at her. Mouth full of her uncle’s thick cock. Fuck. That’s a good girl. Take all of it. Get him close so I can use your hole to jerk him off. A warm, slippery sleeve.”
I obey with desperate need. I suck him to the back of my throat. Touch his pelvis with my lips.
Over my head, the men guiding my mouth over and down the length makes a sound of unadulterated pleasure that curls my toes.
I’m so dedicated to my task, my lips make a popping sound when he pulls free without warning. I’m pulled to my feet without explanation and kissed.
The heady taste of his mouth erases the rest of the world. It mutes every noise in my head. I fall into that gentle pressure of his every sip and drown with no desire for survival. I don’t know what kind of power he has that can do that, but I don’t care. Nothing matters except to finally have him inside me.
Which is why I don’t resist when he pulls me up in his arms. My legs find their home around his hips.
I expect us to head for the altar like last time, but I’m taken up the smooth row of stairs littered with hundreds of candles again. At the top, I’m set on my feet.
“Will you please me?”
I’m prepared to tell him I was, but I don’t think that’s what he means.
“Yes.”
Pride shines across the dark surface of his eyes before I’m being turned. Made to face the room with the gleaming, onyx box with its wood top and carefully dusted space. It’s not at all like the filthy, grimy chamber we’d been brought to.
“Is this real or the other one?” I ask.
“Whichever I feel like showing,” he answers.
But further discussion smothered when I’m pulled back into his lap, suspended five feet from the ground. He’s partially reclined so my back settles across his chest.
“Impale yourself on his cock. Slowly. I want to feel you take every inch in your hole.”
I oblige with pleasure.
I grip the meaty shaft with one hand and lift my hips. The cap is hooked against my opening and I take him in.
We both groan.
His hands tighten on my hips. One slips away to tuck against my sex. Long fingers pull apart my lips. Stroke my clit.
“Once you’re full and stretched, I’m going to put your cunt to use. Going to use it for what it’s meant for while you enjoy your gift.”
“Gift?” I pant, halfway down.
He continues to graze my switch. Unhurried but so perfectly.
“If you hadn’t fucked this human without me, you would have already had it.”
I may be half gone with pleasure, but I don’t miss the statement.
“You were upset because Marcus and I were intimate?”
“No. I wasn’t upset. I don’t like being ignored.”
I resist the urge to tell him that’s ridiculous.
