Page 64 of Monsters' Manor

“Careful, Ren,” Silas warns on the edge of a laugh. “You’ll scare our pretty witch off.”

“No, I won’t. She knows right where she belongs, and who she belongs to.”

I’m about to give him some more sass when he grips my chin tightly and covers my lips with his. His kiss is hot, searing, possessive, and my head is swimming with need by the time he pulls away.

Like he can see all that need on my face, Ren gives me a knowing grin before turning back to Silas.

“See? Just like I said. Rosie isn’t going anywhere.”

Well. Nowthatprickles a little. Not in a way that makes me truly angry, but just enough to have my temper sparking as I raise up again to face my demon.

Silas, however, beats me to the punch. “Always need to have the last word, don’t you?”

Ren opens his mouth, but I jump in before he can speak.

“He is pretty fucking bossy, isn’t he?”

I smirk at Silas, and when he catches the conspiratorial glint in my tone, he gives me his own wicked smile. His darkness spreads, leaking out into the air around him like ink in water.

Ren’s red gaze bounces back and forth between us. “What do you think you’re—”

Two tendrils of shadow band around his wrists, restraining him. I spring away, laughter bubbling up in my throat.

“Shade,” Ren says, a warning. “Whatever you’re trying to—”

“It’s our turn,” Silas croons. “I think it’s time you learned how to surrender some of that control you like so much.”

Ren opens his mouth to reply, but whatever he meant to say cuts off in a sharp noise of surprise as more of those shadows band around his chest and shoulders, keeping him pinned flat to the bed.

With a satisfied hum, Silas turns back to me. “I think he needs to taste the mess I made of you, darling. Can you help him with that?”

He doesn’t mean what I think he…oh. Yes, he absolutely does.

Wicked delight courses through me as I nod and move up the bed. Kneeling over Ren’s face, I look down at him with a taunting smile.

“Tell us to stop,” I echo his words from that night in the forest when he chased me down and gave me my punishment. “If there’s anything we do you don’t like, tell us to stop.”

Ren growls low in his throat. “Not a chance, witch.”

He moves as much as he’s still able, jerking under me. Thrown off balance, I have to brace my hands on his horns to keep from smacking into the headboard. It puts me right over his hot, seeking mouth, and another growl rumbles in his chest.

“Do your worst, Rosie. Let’s see if you can make me beg for mercy.”

I lower the last few inches onto his face and he’s right there to meet me with lips and tongue and teeth, urging me on with his rumbles of pleasure.

“She’s not the only one who’s going to try, demon.”

I glance over my shoulder just in time to see Silas’s lips close around Ren’s cock. Ren lets out a groan against my pussy and his big body jerks beneath me as he fights against his restraints.

I grip his horns tighter, and cry out in pleasure when his tongue presses into me. He devours me, moving with every snap of my hips, licking and sucking and laving against me until I feel the first tightening spasms of my orgasm rippling through my belly.

He must be pretty close, too, because the jerking of his body beneath me and the desperate sounds rasping from him grow more urgent as Silas works him with devilish intent.

I look over my shoulder again and catch Silas’s eye. His mouth is wrapped around Ren’s maroon cock, and he looks so fucking pleased with himself, so utterly focused on taking our demon apart, that it ratchets my pleasure even higher.

But apparently Ren has been teased enough.

“Mercy,” he growls, and all those shadows disappear immediately.

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