Page 75 of The Star's Sword

“She wants to see you naked,” Samael murmured, making me jerk as his fangs grazed my neck, sending pleasure rocking through me as anticipation began to build. His other hand ran over my hip and then down to cup my sex, as the other wrapped around my breasts, gently tweaking the nipple of one. “But I’m not letting you pull your cock out yet. Not until I show you how good she can feel. Not until you show me what you’re capable of.”

Samael held me up against him as his hands continued to play, one pinching and kneading my breasts, as his other smoothed between my folds to find my clit, where he pressed gently.

“Ah!” I cried out, as his hand left my breasts to hold me around the waist. “Sam!” My desperate eyes flashed around and then met Zadis’s. He looked like it was taking everything in him to hold back and just watch.

“So sensitive, pet,” Samael said, and I could feel him swaying slightly with the alcohol. “Must be the wine.” His finger moved lightly side to side over my clit, and lightning moved through me, making my legs buckle. “I admit I feel more as well,” he said. “Nervous, about sharing you. Excited, to see you feel even more pleasure.” He kissed my neck as his finger pressed down hard, on my center. “I love you, Cleo. All I want is what you want.”

I came, not sure if it was from the wine, his touch, or Zadis watching so hungrily he was nearly shaking.

Samael turned me so my back was against the wall, and let the water run over us as his hands pinned mine and he kissed me, holding me tight and putting his leg between mine to hold me up as the orgasm rocked me, making me boneless, as pleasure intensified by the wine went through me in waves, tightening and releasing what felt like every part of my body. “Oh gods,” I said. “So strong.”

“My turn,” Zadis said, stepping forward hungrily when Sam had finally pulled back slightly and I was no longer jerking anymore.

Samael gave him one hard look, then gently pulled back, as Zadis moved forward and interlocked his hands with mine. He was shaking slightly as his body moved in to trap mine, steadying me against the wall.

He still had his underwear on, but I could make out the hard length of him beneath it, and another wave of arousal went through me.

My inner demon sensed him, wanted him, maybe always had, and it felt so good, and authentic, to finally be with him like this.

Sam was standing to his right, behind him, his hot red eyes watching and his arms folded.

Like if Zadis didn’t do well enough, Sam was going to throw him into the wall.

Not unlikely.

“Cleo, I’m going to wash you first,” Zadis said. “Get you used to my touch on your body.” He reached for a pump that dispensed soap and lathered it in both hands, as his leg moved between my thighs, helping hold me up.

He swayed slightly, and I could tell we were both slightly drunk.

“Get on with it,” Samael said. “My mate needs more pleasure.”

“Bossy,” Zadis said, but he was still smirking. “I’ll make her melt so hard you’ll want to invite me every time.”

“Doubt it,” Samael said. “But at least don’t embarrass me for inviting you. And if you suck, I’m activating thrall mode to help you.”

“Guys,” I gasped out, desperate for this to keep moving. For more touch, more pleasure, more connection with them both.

“I’ve got you, Cleo,” Zadis said, one hand holding me around the waist as the other brought soap forward. He was gentle, first smoothing it over my neck and shoulders, his touch smooth and heavenly.

Everything he did was light as air, his touch tingling across me, new and known at the same time.

It was Zadis, I realized with some kind of amazement, as his hand stroked down my belly, which twitched away from his touch sensitively. Then I saw a question in his beloved green eyes, and I nodded permission to go lower, as my eyes met Samael’s.

His gaze was hot, possessive, but he really did seem to just be interested in my pleasure, no matter who was giving it.

“I never said I didn’t like to watch,” Samael said, moving to the side to get a full view of me with Zadis. “I’m a demon, Cleo. An incubus. I believe that sex and bonds build on, rather than cancel each other. I want you to be your strongest.”

I closed my eyes as pleasure built, leaning into the sound of Sam’s voice, reassuring myself he was truly okay with it.

“More than okay, Morningstar,” Samael said. “If you’re turned on, then I am too.”

I arched, as Zadis’s finger skillfully found my point of pleasure and began to swirl slowly.

It was different, but incredible, the newness of the sensation making me heady with the inability to know what was coming next.

“Faster,” Samael said. “I already want my turn again.”

“I’ll go as slow as I want,” Zadis said, his eyes watching me in awe as he continued to touch me. “Is this real? Cleo, touching you is heaven.” His finger stroked around, exploring, loving, and then playing with my clit once again. Zadis hadn’t been lying, he knew what he was doing.

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