Page 352 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

John mumbled against my lips, “I want everyone at the party to hear who you belong to.”

Luka added another finger into my core as he ate me out like a starving man. When he sucked on my clit, John forced his finger deeper into my ass, and the pleasure became too much.

It exploded inside me.

I tumbled into bliss.

Waves of pleasure pulsated through me as Luka lapped at me greedily. I moaned as I squeezed my eyes shut and rode the waves.

John’s teeth grazed gently along my neck as he licked my skin like I was a popsicle.

My moan became a small shriek.

“Let them know,” Luka ordered as he sucked on my clit, “what it means to be our betrothed. Let them hear you.”

I moaned loudly. Unashamedly.

And I didn’t care if everyone at the party heard us.

All I knew was that John held me on his lap while Luka had his face buried in my heat. My pants were around my ankles, and partygoers danced inches away. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life.

Between the twins I was safe.

My head spun with lightness, and the world glimmered.

Warmth washed over me. Everything became unfocused and dreamy in the best way.

I felt like I was drifting away from my body on a high of incorporeal pleasure.

Luka stood up with my essence all over his face, and I smiled at him without a thought in my mind.

“Aw, she’s such a good girl that she went into subspace,” Luka said as he stroked my chin softly. “You want to do more or is that enough for you, my little dictator?”

I shook my head and nuzzled my face against John’s neck.

John chuckled, and the warm vibrations made me smile against the side of his neck. I nuzzled against him. “You’re so adorable.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my temple.

Luka tipped my chin up. “You have to use your words.”

I closed my eyes as I pressed my face against Luka’s palm. Deliciously spicy. They were both warm and cozy.

My head floated away.

“Okay, looks like bedtime it is,” Luka said firmly as he pulled his hand away.

I jerked and shook my head.

It took me long moments to remember how to speak. Everything was foggy and warm. Safe.

Finally, I was able to say, “No. I want to do more.”

I needed more.

Even in this hazy lust of wonderfulness, I knew that there was something serious at play. It was important that I enjoyed this while it lasted. I needed to experience the pleasure while I could.

It mattered that I was extremely intoxicated on demon brew. It was numbing the pain.

“Are you sure?” Luka asked with a serious tone. He stood in front of the bed and tipped my head back to study my face intently.

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