Page 34 of Sinless Demons
“You have to be quiet, baby,” he whispers against my ear. “I don’t think it’d be good for us if you were caught with three demons in your bed.” He says all that while pushing my shirt up and taking my nipple fully into his mouth, sucking so hard, my head falls back without remembering a single word of the warning he just gave.
His big hands send fire through my veins as he pushes a path up my ribs, and then shoves my shirt up higher for himself. He flicks his tongue out across my sensitive flesh once more before taking in the sight of my body beneath him.
A growl of delicious approval hums from his throat.
And then he’s crawling lower down my body.
My eyes open slowly and I almost say something—anything—but he jerks my jeans roughly down before a single sound comes out. He pulls my jeans and panties off entirely. Big hands wrap around my inner thighs, and he spreads me wide for himself as he lowers down between my legs. Warm breath licks at my flesh. Even warmer fingers draw slow lazy lines across my hips, my pubic bone, my lips... but he never dips lower. He rubs his tingling touch back and forth between my legs until I feel it deep within my sex. I’m trembling beneath his big hand, and it builds to a pulse within my chest.
“Please, Ryke. Please,” I beg.
“Please what?” he asks on a gravelly voice like sex and sin.
My lashes flutter, and I swallow hard to think about what he wants, and what I want, and how they’re both the same fucking thing.
“Please touch me, and suck me, and fuck me so hard that everyone knows your name from how loud I’m screaming it.” I almost smile—almost.
But then his growling response is humming across my clit as his mouth opens wide and takes as much of my pussy into it as he can. The width of his tongue covers my sex, sliding deep inside before lapping me up and swirling hard across my clit. My fingers push through his short hair, and that’s the only thing grounding me, it feels like. His tongue fucks me hard, lashing against my sex, diving deep and thrusting hungrily with so much intensity, I shiver beneath him as an ache tightens low in my core.
His big hands hold me in place against his mouth, and the thrumming feeling inside of me grows with every shaking breath I gasp for.
He stops.
The movement of the earth stops right along with him.
My eyes open slowly. His heated gaze holds mine. And then he sucks hard and demandingly against my clit, his teeth raking just slightly as he draws out all the pent-up sounds inside me. Lustful pleading moans fill the room, and still he works my clit in pulsing sensations.
Two big fingers slide down my wetness. He slides back and forth there for a moment.
And then he thrusts deep inside. His thick digits thrust, arching up at the perfect angle as he takes the flat of his tongue and rolls it across the sensitive and throbbing nub that holds all of his attention. He does it all again and again and again.
Until pain and pleasure collide together like white hot embers within me. It clashes and rolls within my core in a freefalling feeling of total ecstasy.
And then I’m screaming his name on a trembling, gasping tone.
I’m pulling at his hair and trying to bring him closer to me. I need him closer.
I need him inside me.
Now.
But when I lean up on my shaking elbows, Zaviar’s staring down at us. So is Krave. And so is Damien.
All three of them now have an interesting outline pressing against their jeans. Krave’s eyes hold a sparking interest. He’s waiting. Either to join or to watch or both, I’m not sure.
Damien’s breathing heavy, and he isn’t as manic about it as Krave, but I can tell he wants the same thing.
But there’s one major angelic cockblock in the room.
“Aren’t you supposed to be visiting your grandmother, Crow?” Zaviar asks calmly with a condescending arch of his brow.
“Aren’t you supposed to be able to keep your dick soft around women who aren’t angels?” I cut back at him with lashing words, even if they are still breathless and weak-sounding.
A slow smirk, cruel and carving, pulls across his hard features. “Don’t flatter yourself. Wet fae pussy isn’t anything special. One of the reasons your kind is considered beneath us is because you’ll cum for anyone. Fucking is just fucking for fae. Seraphs are known for their endurance, little Crow. We choose our own because our own have the power to please us. Unlike the weaker races.” He folds his big arms across his chest, the muscles along his sides flexing those swooping words across his ribs.
Without Regret. Without Remorse.
My chin lifts to his harsh words. “Well, Remorseless, don’t let all those godly friends of yours know I made you cum without ever touching your endurance-blessed dick.” His features fall just slightly, and I don’t know why I have to twist the knife even more. “Maybe also don’t tell them your demonic brother made me cum better than you ever did.”
