Page 47 of Sinless Demons
“I’d want you to fuck me with your mouth. Worship me with that cruel mouth of yours. Lap up the taste of my cum and feel me fall apart in your arms before making me do it all over again with your cock buried deep inside me.”
“Fucckk, Aries,” Zaviar groans, and it’s enough to make my core ache without him.
Fingers thrust in deep, forcing a moan from my lips as I try to imagine how good he’d make me feel. I try to imagine how hard he’d fuck me. I try to imagine how much he’d fill me so entirely, I’d be gasping against his lips for more and more and more.
But it isn’t enough.
It’s torment.
It’s the worst pain to know you can have something.
But to also know it’ll never be yours.
“Zaviar, come here,” I fling my eyes open and listen to the silence. Only uneven breaths reply.
Is he scared? Is he terrified he’ll fuck up his life just by being near me?
Wind swooshes down on me with the gentle sound of wings soaring above.
Mere seconds pass.
From behind, his hands slide beneath my shoulders, and he lifts me up into a sitting position. His warm chest meets my back, and I settle there in his arms as he hugs me from behind.
“I want you so fucking bad it hurts, Aries,” he says in a tortured tone. His head drops to my shoulder, and I feel his pain seep into me. We’re the same. He and I are so fucking alike, we’re miserable together.
Miserably in love.
And I never even realized it.
Tears sting my eyes.
Warm hands slide up the underside of my thighs. A body cradles me as he settles in nice and close, bringing my legs up until my thighs are wrapped around his hips.
I’m wrapped around Ryke, and Zav is wrapped around me.
“Don’t cry, Crow.” Ryke tells me with a tilt of his head. “You’re strong. You’re too fucking strong to cry over something you’ll always own. And you’ll always own the four of us, baby. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”
“Mmm,” Krave says on an uneven sound of agreement.
I nod, but I can’t stop the wetness from filling my eyes.
Not until Ryke’s big body shifts closer. And closer.
Smooth skin brushes against my wetness. He teases the flesh between my thighs with languid thrusts that grind against my folds but never fill me.
His big hands are warm as he skims up my stomach and across my hips. With a hard jerk, he brings me closer. He holds me firmly against him. I’m shared between the two men in a way that allows me to feel both of their pounding heartbeats and all of their hungry heated breaths.
I peer over just long enough to see Krave hovering over Damien, their lips parted as Krave slides his tongue slowly over Damien’s, kissing him so deeply I know he feels more than just faint friendship for the man beneath him.
They’re connected. The bond they share with me only ties their feelings together even deeper.
But I know there’s more than that. So much more.
Fingers tilt my chin up to the man staring down on me. Ryke’s shining eyes drift to my lips, and his beard scrapes my skin as his mouth presses gently against mine. He takes my breath away as he ever so slowly slides in. His thickness makes me gasp against his parted lips.
“You said slow at first, right, baby?” His body is tense and hard as he takes his time to slide out so fucking slowly, I feel every single inch he has to offer.
He takes my breath away when he sinks in, taking his time filling me entirely as he holds himself above me. Over and over and over again, he thrusts in with languid strokes, stealing my gasps and harboring my cries of empty breaths.
