Page 7 of Speak No Evil

He shrugs, a serene smile on his face. “I am what I am,” he murmurs. “And I’d be happy to offer my body to you in other ways, if it’ll help you sublimate your aggression further.”

His meaning is clear.

I eye him before shifting my gaze to Ryker—mouth agape, and keeping his distance at the edge of the room.

This is not the first time Thorne has offered himself to me—sexually, that is.

But it is the first time in a long time I’ve considered it.

Many demons find comfort and sexual release with their closest allies, especially those of us who’ve battled together, and Thorne and I were no exception.

But that was long ago.

Still, as we stand amid the cabinetry shrapnel, leaning on each other to stay upright, the offer is tempting.

Physically, I’m worn out, but my mind still whirrs like a machine, calculating all the ways my witch won’t return to me.

A sexual distraction would be...

Beneficial.

I collapse to the ground, energy depleted entirely with no magic to bolster my stamina. “Would that I could, brother.”

Throne crashes to the ground in front of me, gaze far away, eyes black with pupil.

“You’re too drunk on pain to enjoy it, anyway,” I murmur and fall on my back, wings splayed over the rubble.

He scrambles over to me, scraping and scratching the floor with granite and wingtips and splintered wood.

Thorne rarely releases his wings from nullspace, and yet there they are, dragging behind him.

He must be truly inebriated on pain.

“Let me take the burden from you, Vrahs. Allow me this pleasure, this distraction, while we await our witch’s return.” His voice smoothes over my nerves.

Ryker clears his throat, but neither Thorne or I break each other’s stare. “I’m gonna call it a draw and get out of here. Let me know if you hear anything from Jade.”

And with Ryker’s departing steps, and the sound of her name in the air, I make my choice.

I won’t. Not without her permission.

At least thatwouldhave been my decision before she ran off half-cocked to play hero on her own with power she stole from me. But she didn’t ask my permission for her stupid plan.

And so I’m not asking permission to relieve myself of the pain she caused.

I grab the waistband of my sleeping pants and yank them down, cock already at half-mast.

Thorne smiles at me, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his gaze fills with a light he only gets when he’s about to get his incubus rocks off. With a single swift movement, he’s got a fist around my base and my head past his lips before I can even get comfortable.

A salacious groan settles deep in my chest, and I make myself as comfortable as possible atop the ruins of the kitchen.

It’s been ages since I’ve had Thorne’s mouth on me, and I can’t help drawing a comparison between him and the last one to wrap their lips around my cock.

As delightful as Jade’s ministrations were, she could never compete with someone who owns the equipment and gets off on giving pleasure.

Thorne’s teeth lightly scrape along the shaft, and I let out a hiss. “Be nice,” I murmur, eyes rolling as Thorne sucks on me like his life depends on it.

He remembers exactly what I like and sucks hard while pumping what he can’t fit in his mouth. He knows exactly how hard and how rough he can be before it’s too much, and in short order, I’m fucking his face, nearing my end.

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