Lore lets out a stifled yelp, and she strangles my cock as she shifts restlessly between us. Egan carefully grabs her chin with his free hand and tips it back so she’s looking up at him with his cock deep in her throat. Lore immediately calms, and her body relaxes. I could let her adjust, but instead, I rim her ass with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to feel her inner walls flex around my dick.
I release her hip and suck my fingers into my mouth. There isn’t a better lube than my saliva—I was made for this, after all. Once my fingers are coated, I switch hands and circle my wet fingertips around her ass. She pushes back against me, and I slip one finger inside her while my dick is buried deep in her pussy.
“So greedy,” I mutter, watching my dick slide in and out of her as I stretch her tight little hole. Lore starts moving again, a slow grind with hot little moans that tell me just as loudly as her body does that she’s getting close. I push a second finger into her ass, and her nails dig into Egan’s hip, leaving little crescents of crimson on his skin.
Egan lets out a long huff that translates into a groan, then he kicks his head back as his mouth opens in a silent shout. The fallen’s orgasm triggers Lore’s, and she clamps down on my dick and fingers as her inner walls convulse. It takes more willpower than I’d like to admit not to spill inside her, but one orgasm isn’t nearly enough for her.
When Egan pulls his dick from Lore’s mouth seconds later, there’s a messy string of cum and saliva hanging from her bottom lip. She gasps roughly, dragging air into her abused throat as he gently wipes her lip with the side of his thumb, being very careful not to hurt her with his claws.
Lore’s arms give away in the next breath, leaving her ass up as I continue to fuck her. The soft mewls coming from her as she continues to catch her breath are enough to drive me insane, but I keep up my rhythm, pacing her through her last orgasm so I can wring a few more from her.
When she starts to push back against me again, grinding my cock deeper inside her, I know she’s ready for more. Gathering saliva in my mouth, I spit into my palm, then fist my dick as I’m pulling out. Her ass is almost too tight when I nudge her opening.
She snaps her head around to look over her shoulder. The tortured look on her face and the way she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip make the most beautiful picture. The moment the tip of my cock is in her ass, she opens her mouth on a huff, and I can see a little blood where she bit her lip.
Egan moves with the speed of lightning as he drops to the mattress and captures her mouth with the sweetest kiss, lapping his tongue over her lip as if he can heal her. The fallen may fuck like a demon, but he knows how to worship her too.
Once I’m thrusting in Lore with shallow drives, I slide my fingers lower and hook my thumb in her pussy while my middle finger circles her clit. Her entire body stills, and she even holds her breath for a few precious moments, but she doesn’t stop kissing Egan. It only takes minutes before a heavy orgasm is looming. I can feel her reaching for it, so I pinch her clit between my fingers and she explodes, but I’m the one who ends up seeing stars.
I’m helpless not to follow her into oblivion. My hips jerk erratically, but I don’t sink all the way inside her ass, not yet. She needs more training for that, or I could end up hurting her, and that’s the last thing I would ever want to do, plus I think the fallen would kill me if I did.
Lore starts to crawl away, and I slide my hips back, pulling my dick out of her. My cum drips from her tight ass, and I have to fight the urge not to push into that tight ring of muscles again.
Lore falls to her side in a heap, her eyes already closed. Egan slips from the bed and disappears into the bathroom. When he returns, he has two washcloths. He tosses one at me, and he keeps the other while climbing back onto the bed. Lore jolts and lifts her head when he slides the damp cloth up her thigh, but she relaxes just as quickly, mumbling a hoarse, “Thank you.” He’s thorough but deft as he cleans her. I wait for him to finish, then I take the fabric from him and head into the bathroom.
We make a good team.
CHAPTER14
Lore
Straddlingmy bike sends a delicious thrill through me when the slight ache catches me off guard. I only realize I’m daydreaming, or evening dreaming in this case, when Egan tugs my bottom lip from my teeth.
When I lift my eyes up to meet his, his black gaze is hooded, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. Gods, the way he used me last night, the tug of his claws tangled in my hair and the feel of his cock in my mouth, has me squeezing my thighs. The seat of my bike doesn’t offer any relief.
“Lore,” Modeus says softly, but it sounds like a warning. I need to get myself under control. Every person within a twenty-foot radius will know I’m just biding my time until I can get fucked again.
My breath is shaky when I exhale, but I nod my head, telling them both I’m fine. I’m not going to apologize though. If it weren’t for everything going on right now, we could stay holed up in the house for days, but unfortunately, we don’t have that luxury.
“Clubhouse,” I state, reaffirming where we are going. “Let me know if you want me to get you something to ride,” I tell Egan, and he lifts one dark brow. How he can question my wording as a sexual innuendo without even speaking is beyond me, but he manages.
Instead of responding, I twist my throttle and speed away. Maybe a little distance from the two of them will help me get my head on straight before I walk into gods know what this evening.
Traffic is heavy in the city, which means everyone is out. Some of the faces are familiar, while many aren’t. I thought I would have a few more days before my territory was crawling with power hungry come ups while I had time to mourn and possibly figure out what the hell happened with Harlow, but I was wrong.
Modeus moves closer to me as we slowly navigate the packed streets. Heads turn and people openly watch us. I have the urge to shift, even while I’m on my bike. I don’t like having all their greedy eyes on me.
The loud clap of Egan’s wings can be heard over the roar of our pipes, but his presence right above me is even more obvious. It looks like all of us are uncomfortable.
The soles of my boots scrape the ground when I slowly skid to a halt right in front of the club. The park is littered with all types of creatures, and even the sidewalks are covered with parked bikes, leaving just enough road left for vehicles to pass. Several enforcers are out front, and although the atmosphere is somewhat relaxed, there’s a palpable tension in the air that I don’t think is caused just by my arrival.
“Boss.” Berry, a troll who’s been an Obsidian Angel for decades, nods his head to me and opens the door before I can reach it. I make sure to look him in the eye and dip my chin in thanks.
Egan and Modeus are on my heels as I enter. Inside, the building is quiet, besides the low hum of music, but the tension is even heavier than outside. I scan the area, looking for the catalyst, and find a table filled with several newcomers.
I ignore them and head to my seat, where I can lord over the club. Modeus stops short of coming all the way to the open area, which is usually reserved for the inner circle, and sends a wink in my direction before moving to the bar. Eyes other than mine track his movements, and I feel a sense of pride that such a demon is mine, but there’s also a part of me that wants to pluck out their eyes for daring to look. Once he’s seated, I allow my gaze to wander over the entire club as Egan leans against the wall to my left. He’s acting more like a bodyguard than the sergeant at arms, but I know when to pick my battles and this one isn’t worth it.
It doesn’t take long for one of the demons at the table of strangers to rise from his seat and saunter toward me. Egan pushes off the wall and stands just short of being in front of me, blocking the would-be interloper from getting too close.
