He slides his fingers between my legs again, and I sink toward his hand. When he slips one finger inside me, I think I’ve won the battle, and my head falls back on my shoulders as I let out a husky moan, but all he does is fill me. He doesn’t move an inch.
I tighten my hold on his hair and tug his head back. His blue eyes are glazed with lust, but he doesn’t even have to speak for me to know I’m not getting my way. His chiseled jaw is set in stone as he gazes at me, somehow appearing predatory, even though he’s seated under me.
“Not yet,” he orders again, then he slowly adds another finger inside me. My inner walls tighten, and he narrows his eyes before slipping his fingers out of me so fast, I don’t even get to enjoy the pull out.
I lean forward and bite his shoulder. My mouth pools with saliva. I want to pierce his flesh with my teeth so I can lay claim to my prince in every way. He stills, and even his breathing has stopped.
Very slowly, he tilts his head to the right, opening himself up to me even more. “Go ahead.” Modeus’ voice is a dark promise tickling down my spine and snapping my body to attention. I bite down a little harder, but it doesn’t sate the need for more. Instead, it fuels it. “Little more, princess,” he encourages while circling the tip of his finger around my clit unhurriedly.
I only have two choices at this point—scream or leave my mark. After a flick of his finger, I do both. My shout is muffled, but it reverberates around the room and through my soul.
Once his blood touches my tongue, an orgasm crashes over me with the subtlety of an earthquake. Modeus slips two fingers inside me mid-orgasm, and I release my bite so I can take a deep breath and not drown in my demon.
“Doesn’t our mate make the loveliest sounds?” Modeus says, but it’s clear he’s not speaking to me. I look over my shoulder to see Cyrus standing in the doorway. His eyes are lidded, but what holds my attention is his hand slowly stroking his cock. We haven’t talked about sharing, but he doesn’t seem to mind seeing me with Modeus.
My demon slips his tongue up my neck and sinks his teeth into my earlobe, nibbling. His breath is so warm, I lean even farther into him as he coaxes Cyrus to join us. “Come take care of our mate. She’s greedy and loves to be filled with cock. Don’t you, princess?” It’s not really a question, but I answer anyway.
“Yes, I am greedy, and I love your cock.” I’m staring right into Modeus’ eyes when I answer, and it’s like my words flip a switch inside him. The gray skin over his cheeks darkens just enough to let me know he’s flushing, and he smiles so wide, I can see the little points on some of his teeth. I want to know what they would feel like pressed into my skin, leaving marks and bites behind like I just left on him.
“That just earned you a quick orgasm, but then I’m going to fill your dirty mouth with the cock you love so much while the gargoyle fucks you slowly.” He says it as if I’m being punished, but we all know that’s not the case. “Let’s see how fast he can make you come, princess. Every minute you make him work for it, I will give you another orgasm.”
Fuck, it’s a threat my body might actually not be able to handle. I think I was speaking in tongues after four orgasms last time. “I’m going to need to walk tomorrow,” I say in jest.
“You won’t be leaving this bed tomorrow.” Modeus pinches my nipple roughly. An honest-to-gods whimper leaves my lips, and I’m not even ashamed. “Get to work, gargoyle.”
I look over my shoulder to see Cyrus climbing onto the bed. He’s naked, and I only have a few seconds to admire him, which is a pity, before he’s lowering himself to the bed and kissing the bottom of my ass cheek. The short, soft hair over his lip tickles my lower back as he moves his kisses higher. The longer hair of his beard follows in his wake, and I shiver again.
Cyrus circles his hands around my waist and urges me to lean my shoulders against his chest. When I look up, I see him gazing down at my body while he skates his fingers over my skin as if he’s mesmerized by the sight.
Modeus was right to call me greedy. I love having their attention on me. Even now, I’m already fantasizing about when it will be all three of them making me the center of their universe.
Cyrus
Lorelei is leaning backagainst my chest, trusting me to take care of her body and soul. Hearing her with the demon was like a siren’s song—there was no way I would have been able to ignore her call.
Finding her mid-orgasm was almost more than I could take. My dick was hard before I even reached her bedroom, but seeing her moving over the demon nearly undid me. He challenged her to last, but I think he was offering me a favor. With a demon like lust, he would surely know how easy it would be for me to spill the moment I get inside her.
Lorelei reaches her arm over her head and slips it behind my neck, pulling me down to her lips. It’s not our first kiss, but it might as well be for how much I feel like I’m fumbling to keep up with the smooth swipes of her tongue.
My hands slide over her soft skin, kneading and cupping until I slip my fingers between her legs. She’s puffy and slippery from the orgasm the demon gave her. My cock twitches with the need to feel her around me. She moans tenderly into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, eager for more.
“One,” Modeus counts as the first minute passes. Lorelei scoots her ass back, making it obvious what she wants. With one hand still between her legs, I use my other to guide the tip of my cock toward her slick opening. She breaks the kiss and half falls forward, but the demon is there to catch her. At this angle, it’s much easier to slip inside her.
I grind my back teeth and still when her body swallows the head of my cock. Her hips swivel, and she takes a few more inches.Oh damn.As I start to lean forward, I snap my arm out, placing my palm against the wall behind the headboard.
“Two,” Modeus whispers softly while gathering the length of Lorelei’s hair into his fist, allowing me to see her glorious back and shoulders. I love her shape and the way her strength is written on her body. It’s when I’m admiring her skin, imagining what she will look like with ropes of my cum on her, that she arches and takes me even deeper.
My balls tighten to the point of pain, but I can’t give in yet, not before her. The back of my knuckle brushes against Modeus’ lower stomach when I circle Lorelei’s clit. Feeling his warmth beneath her and the shifting of her body when he moves is strangely exciting. I love knowing she’s caught between us and that her pleasure is paramount.
Lorelei uses her arms to lift off the demon’s chest and then glances over her shoulder. Her lips are parted as she lets out a heavy exhale, and her cheeks are flushed pink, but it’s her hooded eyes as she gazes at me that have my hips thrusting forward until I’m deep inside her.
Modeus grunts roughly when she hits his chest again, but it doesn’t cover the delicate moan from our mate. Pulling her head to the side with her hair still fisted in his grip, he slides his tongue up the side of her neck, back and forth, watching me fuck her before rumbling, “Three.”
Fuck,it’s only been three minutes. I’ll be lucky to make it until five. I circle my finger around her clit a few more times, then glide it farther back, so I can feel myself sliding in and out of her. Lorelei rides my palm as her hips start to move faster, right when her breathing picks up.
“There you go, princess. Take what you need, use him,” Modeus purrs, and it spurs her to move faster. My rhythm is messy and erratic, but she moves like she’s hearing a symphony in her head.
At the first quiver of her inner walls, I lose the battle not to spill my seed. I come so hard and so fast, my palm starts slipping down the wall as my hips jerk forward. Lorelei’s moans, as she pulses around my cock, are even sweeter than when the demon made her come and I got to listen.
