Page 31 of Claiming Demons

“Annnnnd, that’s our cue to leave.” Eva laughed as she ushered Reia and Caia out.

Once they were gone, my two guys came to me, Ramsey pressing to me in front with Grey hot behind me.

“What were you saying about having your way with me?” I breathed as Ramsey’s cock strained and throbbed against my stomach. Something about my aspect of sex just loved to drive men mad with longing.

“You need to get out of that dress now, Silverlocks, unless you want me to rip it off you.”

I could almost hear the tearing of fabric, a sound that always sent bolts of lightning through my veins and super-heated my core. But there was no way I was going to let anyone ruin this dress. It was far too expensive.

Except before I could say that to Ramsey, he stepped back from me and Grey caught me from behind, clutching me close as Ramsey’s feral gaze consumed me.

“Actually,” Ramsey growled. “I have an even better idea.”

Oh? I was desperate to hear it, and I squirmed, all hot and bothered against Grey. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” He looked past me, over my shoulder to Grey. “She’s all yours tonight. As long as she can be all mine tomorrow before the ball. I’ll bring a limo around at seven-thirty. You and Fen can find your own way there. I have plans for Ana, in that dress, in the limo.”

Oh…? Too bad I’d have to wait until then. But… that’s when it hit me. The anticipation in Ramsey’s eyes was suddenly matched in my heart. It would be the wait that would drive us both crazy…

“As long as you don’t ruin the dress on the way to the party,” I said.

Ramsey chuckled. “No, I won’t ruin the dress at all. I’ll just ruinyou.”

His growl of desire and the simmering need in his eyes was almost too much. I clamped my legs together to stop the flood of wetness threatening to gush out of me, and he saw my aroused distress and chuckled.

“Until then, Silverlocks,” he whispered, then left.

Gods, I was so fucking horny. I spun in Grey’s arms. “You need to get this dress off me and get your cock in me.”

“How can I resist an offer like that?” he breathed. And the dress was off — and hung neatly — in record time. Which left me naked and Grey still fully dressed.

I couldn’t wait for him to undress. Pulling his head down to mine I crashed our lips together, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as his hands roamed my heated flesh.

“Do you care if I ruin your suit?” I gasped, clinging to him, suddenly desperate with need.

He chuckled. “Not at all, go ahead.”

I knew his suits were uber-expensive, hand-tailored, and exquisite, but right now… I didn’t care.

I undid his belt, then slipped my hands into the waistband of his pants and used all my aspect-of-war strength to tear them open. They split easily, along with his boxers, freeing his cock.

I pushed him back and he stepped out of his ruined pants. Another couple of steps and I pushed him down to sit on the edge of the bed. I straddled him, dropping my achingly wet and ready pussy onto his long shaft with a cry and a mini-orgasm as he filled me.

With a growl, I grabbed his shirt and ripped it off him. Buttons popped, fabric tore, and I came in a fucking flood as the sound slashed through me. Grey’s hands on my hips pinned me down to his lap as I shuddered and writhed through my orgasm.

And once I’d thoroughly soaked his lap with my release without him having so much as done a single thrust, he chuckled. “Satisfied?”

“Oh, yeah,” I purred between gasping breaths.

“Good. Now it’s my turn.”

Except he didn’t move for a moment, and I shivered with anticipation at what he had in mind.

The trouble was… I really had no clue.

Ramsey I could trust to be primal and hard, a mountain of desire crashing down on me. Fen had sweet words and his super tongue and was always so patient and giving. But Grey could be anything, sometimes patient and giving, sometimes commanding and powerful, sometimes hard and needful. Curious, I tapped into my sex aspect to feel Grey’s desires.

I felt his welling passion, his yearning for me, the sexual heat pulsing through him. But it was all just a little too contained. Everything Grey did was orderly and organized and his emotions were all kept in their own boxes, even his desire.

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