“Did I say stop?”
His nostrils flared and another low growl rolled through his chest as his eyes flicked over his shoulder toward Luc and Nick. “Mine.”
Nick answered with a growl of his own, but Luc caught his arm before he could move. “Let him.”
The whole thing was ridiculous enough that I almost laughed again, right up until the tip of Zel’s tail brushed higher and wiped every coherent thought out of my head.
“Is that going where I think it is?”
His gaze met mine. “Do you want it to?” He might have wanted more of everything, but he was still watching me closely enough to stop the second I asked.
“Yes.”
His grin turned wicked as the tail slipped from around my thigh and moved between my legs, the tapered tip sliding through my wetness before circling my clit. My entire body jerked at the unfamiliar sensation and Zel’s eyes sharpened with interest.
“Fuck.”
“Again,” he murmured.
“You are so fucking weird.”
His mouth lowered before I could say anything else. The combination hit all at once, his tongue, the tip of his tail moving over my clit, and his finger curling inside me. My hands flew back into his hair as he changed between long, slow strokes and quick flicks, experimenting until he found something that made me cry out.
A second finger joined the first and my thighs tightened around him. Zel groaned against me, clearly more affected by the sound than anything else, and curled both fingers forward until my hips bucked hard enough that he had to brace one forearm across my stomach. His tail tightened around my thigh for leverage before returning to my clit, and his mouth followed every twitch of my body like he was determined to discover how many different ways he could make me lose control.
“Beelzebub.”
The full name hit him like a spark. More darkness spread across his skin and his shoulders broadened beneath my hands, his teeth sharpening enough that I felt the light scrape when his mouth shifted lower. Even half-gone into Gluttony, he stayed careful. His claws never touched me, his tail eased whenever I flinched, and every time my breathing changed he adjusted before continuing.
Zel slowed enough to look up at me. “Your left leg shakes first.”
I blinked down at him. “What?”
His fingers curled inside me again, and my left thigh immediately trembled against his shoulder. The smug bastard smiled. “When you’re getting close. That one goes first.”
“You’re paying entirely too much attention.”
“Not enough.” His thumb traced the inside of my thigh while he watched me. “I know what makes you moan. I know what makes you grab my hair. I want to know what makes your whole fucking body shake.”
My fingers tightened in his hair. “Then stop talking and figure it out.”
My second orgasm built differently from the first because he refused to repeat exactly the same pattern. His fingers curled at another angle while his tail slowed, his mouth finding a new sensitive spot and returning to it the second my legs shook.
“Zel, please.”
His eyes lifted while his mouth remained against me. “Please what, Angel?”
I hated how smug he sounded. “I don’t fucking know. Just don’t stop.”
His mouth curved against my skin. “I wouldn’t dream of stopping.”
He went right back to work, and the orgasm hit hard enough that I screamed. Somewhere behind him Nick cursed while Luc made a sound that came suspiciously close to a moan, but Zel didn’t even look away. My body clenched around his fingers while his tail kept circling my clit, stretching the pleasure until my thighs shook uncontrollably around him. When the sensitivity finally tipped from good into too fucking much, I tugged sharply at his hair. “Easy. Easy, Zel.”
He slowed immediately, lifting his mouth from me while his fingers softened inside me. “Too much?”
I sucked in a shaky breath and shook my head. “Not stop. Just… fuck. Give me a second. Like a real second.”
His expression softened. “I can do that.” His mouth moved to my thigh while his fingers slowed inside me, giving my body time to come down without abandoning contact completely. “That one was louder,” he said against my skin.