Page 54 of Demonic Affliction

“Look at you,” Nyx says. “Already so wet, and we've barely touched you.”

Willow's breath hitches, her hips rolling on instinct, and I have to bite back a groan. Watching him touch her, watching her fall apart under both of us has my control snapping.

I press a kiss to Willow's throat, feeling her pulse hammering under my lips. “Tell him how much you want this, pup.”

“I want—” Her voice breaks. “I want both of you. All of you.”

With her words, Dravik’s hungry growl reverberates through the cave—as if he was waiting for permission.

Dravik steps out of the shadows, crossing the space between us in three strides, his eyes glowing with hunger and the tips of his wings shivering in anticipation.

“Move,” he says.

Nyx steps to the side, and Dravik's hand replaces his at the small of her back, his palm easily spanning its width.

He lowers to his knees, his face at the perfect height to press against her sweet pussy. His tongue lashes out, and Willow releases a shuddering cry as Dravik licks up her center.

“Say it again,” he tells her. “What you want.”

“A-all of you," Willow cries. “All of you!”

“Not good enough.” His voice drops lower. “Say what you want us to do.”

My mouth opens. Closes. I can’t think straight, can’t articulate exactly what I want. I just… want. Wholly and completely, I want.

Nyx's mouth tips with a slow, delighted smirk. "Shy, beautiful? I think she needs a second, Dravik.”

“I don't want a second.” Dravik's eyes darken, burnt orange simmering to a deep charcoal. He drags his thumb along her bottom lip. “I want to hear her ask for my cock.”

Willow's breath catches, her eyes going wide with desire. “I⁠—”

At that moment, Dravik presses a finger inside her, and her entire body shudders against me.

“Dravik—” she starts.

“Say it,” he growls. “Fucking say it.”

“I want…” She squeezes her eyes shut. “I want your cock, Dravik. I want you to fuck me, fill me, make me scream. Anything, everything! Please!"

The growl that tears out of him this time is pure delight. Dravik stands, a possessive growl building in his chest as he lines his thick cock up with her entrance.

“Rhune. Hold her steady.”

I tighten my grip in her hair, angling her exactly how he wants her, and press my mouth to her ear. “Easy. Just relax. You can take him, pup. I know you can.”

Willow's nails bite into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood as he slowly presses inside her. He's so, so big, and Dravik has to push healing magic into her so she can take him. It glows a calming, faint blue where their bodies meet, and the tension bleeds out of her shoulders as it works through her.

“You’re doing so well,” I murmur against her ear. “Just like that. Almost there.”

“Gods,” Dravik grits out, his hips pressing flush against her. “That’s it. Fuck. You feel incredible.”

Once her body is accustomed, Dravik begins moving—slow at first, then harder, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that has her crying out every time he bottoms out. Her mouth falls open, no sound coming out for a moment, and I watch the moment that the pleasure overtakes any lingering discomfort.

I hold her through it all, staring deep into her eyes as she comes apart. I don't look away. I couldn't if I tried.

Nyx watches from the side, slowly stroking his cock, his turquoise eyes half-lidded with desire. “Fuck, look at her.” Nyx’s voice is rough. “She's perfect like this.”

Dravik doesn't answer. He's past words, his jaw locked tight, his grip bruising into her hips as he chases his own release. The slap of skin against skin fills the cave, broken only by Willow's throaty moans and the steady thrum of the bond between the four of us.