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“Tell us, baby. We are here to give you every fucking thing you want,” he encouraged when she faltered.

“I need more from them.”

Sin smirked as he leaned up and glanced over his shoulder. “You heard her, boys. Stroke ’em if you got ’em.”

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Thirty-Three

CHAOS

I’d never been jealous of Sinclair, not until Merri crashed into our lives. Now if I gave myself free rein to move out of my chair, I knew I’d throw him across the room so I could take his place and be the one who dragged those noises from her.

I didn’t have much interest in knocking her up, at least not in the primal sense. But uncovering the mystery of what her perfect fucking cunt felt like wrapped around my dick? That was my new purpose in life. I’d spent my existence either fucking or fighting, and if I was being honest, fighting was getting old.

Sitting here, dick straining and leaking precum, I couldn’t think of a single valid argument for keeping my distance. Originally I told myself it was because Sin would take care of it, and I wasn’t about to fuck some girl just because Grim told me I had to. My dick, my choice. Next it was because the way I felt when I was around her freaked me the fuck out. I wasn’t about to be the latest stallion in a succubus’s overflowing stable. But then I’d gotten my first taste of her, and now all I wanted was more.

So when Sin’s smirked command came, I didn’t need to be told twice. I palmed my erection and stroked slowly. A hiss of pleasure escaped as tingles ran down my thighs.

“Make her moan for us, Sin.”

Grim’s directive shocked me, the tension in his voice matching his posture. He hadn’t joined us, his cock still begging for attention as it strained against his pants. His fuckin’ loss. If I worried too much about what he was doing, I was going to miss out on the best show of my life. And frankly, that was not an option.

“Fuck, yes, please,” Merri moaned.

The sounds she made were as much torture as they were music to my ears. My cock would have been in the torture camp at the moment. Sin used his thumb to rub tight circles on her clit as he did something with his fingers that made her arch her back, nipples furled into tight buds.

“Gods,” I groaned, using the pad of my thumb to spread a drop of precum across the head of my dick, mimicking what Sin was doing to Merri’s needy little clit. “Fuck,” I grunted, hips thrusting to meet my strokes. It was nowhere close to what I wanted, but watching her chase her own climax was enough to have me panting.

Grim’s breaths were shaky, but the stubborn ass remained stoic. I didn’t know how he could do it. Her scent blossomed in the air, lust heady and thick, and as we all watched on, her pallor grew rosy and the luster returned to her hair.

Merri was feeding.

Once I noticed the shift, I could feel the subtle pull on me as she fed. It wasn’t an obvious thing, like someone nipping at your ear. It was more like the lapping of a wave against your feet, and as the water receded back into the ocean, it took a little bit of you with it.

A pearl of precum beaded to the surface, and I was so close to reaching my release it was embarrassing. I’d barely gotten started, but the sight of Merri being pleasured turned me on more than I ever expected. Sin had explained how his incubuspowers worked more than once, usually as a prelude to trying to get one of us to let him feed, so I knew that Merri’s arousal was akin to a spider’s web. And the more worked up she got, the better it felt for all of us. It was the sexiest parasitic relationship I could imagine. With the way I was feeling right now, I didn’t even care if she ate my head when she was done with me. I just wanted to exist in this forever.

And that’s what made her arguably the most dangerous creature in the room.

“Please, please, please,” she whispered, rocking her hips against Sin’s palm.

“Yes, baby. Let go. I’ll give you as many as you want.”

I hadn’t really heard Sin work, but I had to admit, when he turned it on, he was a master of seduction. Go fucking figure. Guess he was the man for the job after all. I’d bang one of the horsewomen before ever admitting that to him, though.

Malice had been incredibly quiet through all of this, but I saw him prowling toward her, his eyes trained on her face, hand moving over his cock in long steady strokes.

I didn’t have time to worry about whatever he murmured as he positioned himself near her head because her whole body tightened and Sin grunted, “Fuck yes, give it to me.”

Merri’s climax moved through her body in an almost perceptible wave. She came so prettily, her back arching, a pink flush spreading up her chest and neck as a plaintive moan ripped from her throat. I’d been close before this, but when I caught sight of her toes curling into the chaise, I was done for.

Everything that had been building gathered into a brilliant explosion of bliss as I reached my climax. Coming with Merri was a bit like getting swept up in a supernova. I was no longer in control of my body; I was simply along for the ride. I was also pretty sure I roared out my release, but I couldn't hear anythingother than her. I couldn’t see anything other than her. Every part of me was linked to her.

And it was in the middle of that storm that clarity struck with the brilliance of a bolt of lightning.

I was so completely fucked.

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