Page 76 of The Devil and His Sparrow

He squeezed my cheeks harder, and understanding what he wanted, I opened my mouth wide. In the same instant that his dick plunged into my mouth, the hard cock at my back shoved into my pussy in one deep, hard thrust. I gasped around a mouthful of Zagan’s shaft, and my core tightened around the length filling me up.

“Suck me nice and slow, baby,” Zagan cooed above me, gripping my hair in one hand while still holding my chin with the other. “Show me how much you love my cock.”

My nerves were high, as I’d never done this before. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was hungry enough for him that I threw worry to the wind. I ran my tongue over the head and sucked, but blinding pleasure made me lose sense of the task as the demon behind me shoved in and out at a tempo that touched toe-curling places inside me. I clawed at the comforter beneath me, trying to suck on Zagan’s huge dick while getting railed by the other one.

Wickedly delightful pinpricks of sensation swept across my skin and settled between my thighs where the second Zagan still swept his finger over my sensitive bud of nerves. The hot pressure built with each shove into my pussy, each swipe of his fingers, and each bob of my head as I swallowed more and more of Zagan’s length. Trying to fit all of him inside my mouth was impossible, but that didn’t stop him from meeting me every time I was shoved forward by his counterpart’s thrusts.

“Good fucking girl,” Zagan praised above me as his hand tightened in my hair. “Just like that.”

I moaned around another deep mouthful. It was too much. The silky smooth cock shoving into my throat. The feeling of being blissfully filled between my legs. The sparks of pleasure burning brighter against my clit. The combination of everything had the heat curling in my center pulsating even harder and faster until my release crashed through me. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I would’ve toppled over if not for the sets of hands holding me up on both ends.

“You’re not done yet,” Zagan growled as he continued to pump into me from both ends.

I tried to breathe around his dick, but it was hard to get a good breath around it. It didn’t help that the other Zagan was still driving into my pussy with hungry thrusts. I gagged and fought to inhale through my nose while still maintaining the pull of his dick with my tongue and mouth.

His head fell back, and his clawed fingers squeezed me harder until pricks of pain broke out on my cheeks. Something warm and wet rolled down my skin from his fingers, but I ignored the pain as dizzying waves of bliss hit me all over again. I moaned harshly against his cock, and he grunted as he spilled into my mouth.

His slitted eyes immediately locked onto my lips as he pulled his dick out. “Swallow,” he ordered.

His command made my nerves return. Swallowing his cum felt intimate and sensual, but then again, so did everything else we just did. My teary gaze never left his. I pressed my lips together and swallowed the salty cum. When it was gone, I opened my mouth wide to show him I’d completed the task.

He grinned. “Good girl.” He snapped his fingers, and the body at my back disappeared in a plume of shadows that rushed back to Zagan.

I swayed on my jelly-like hands without the demons holding me up from behind and front. Zagan grabbed my weak arms and pulled them until I was forced to raise up on my knees. In the next instant, he lifted me off the bed and wrapped my legs around his waist, his still-hard dick poking into my ass.

I wove my arms around his neck to hold on, and the pulsing in my core picked back up as my naked body pressed to his. He squeezed my ass and ran his tongue along the spots on my cheeks where the needle-like pain lingered. I tilted my head back and let my eyes close, relishing the feeling of his tongue all on my chin and neck. The small pricks of pain disappeared with the pass of his tongue, and if I had to guess, I’d say he’d healed them.

He walked us across the hall to the bathroom, and with one hand holding me up, he reached the other into the glass shower and turned it on. His attention to my throat had momentarily stopped while he got the shower ready, and my skin tingled with the lingering sensation of his lips. The feeling made me think about the black collar-like shadow that stayed hidden there, and I ran my fingers lightly over his own neck where his mark lived beneath his skin.

“Have you been bonded a lot?” I asked, still staring at his neck.

He stepped under the warm water and set me down on my feet, though he stayed pressed against me so that the water overhead rained down on both of us.

“It’s happened a bit, yes,” he answered, swiping some of his wet hair back. “When it was less acceptable for people to be free with their bodies and what they did with them. The majority of bonds resulted from cults or individuals tricking us. They’d trap us with the bond, forcing us to do their bidding through this.”

He swiped his clawed thumb over his neck in a quick pattern, and the black ink swelled to the surface of his neck. My own skin heated in the same place, and I figured if I looked at my reflection right now, I’d see the marking there, too.

“You have to obey your bond?” I asked since that was news to me.

He gave me a teasing smirk. “Getting ideas, Sparrow?”

I rolled my eyes and tried to feign indifference even as heat swept up my cheeks. “I don’t want to be the one giving commands.”

Lust lowered his eyelids, and his gaze appraised me from head to toe. “Damn right you don’t.” He slapped my ass hard, and I jumped against him, feeling his hard length press against me.

I cleared my throat and jabbed a finger into his firm chest, right over the spider tattoo. “I’m serious, though. You have to obey whoever you’re bonded to?”

The heat in his black-and-red eyes faded a bit as he seemed to take my question seriously. “Yeah, I do. There’s a certain incantation that, when used in conjunction with a command from my bond, I have to listen. This,” he tapped the dark mark on his neck, “makes us. Demonic magic and seals are no fucking joke.”

His eyes locked onto the mark on my own neck. “The seal is also what hinders and protects you. It’s what keeps us both from sleeping with others. It would electrocute the shit out of anyone who tried. It’s also what keeps me from killing you. If I come at you with malicious intent, it won’t let me get anywhere near you.”

“Wow,” I mumbled, touching the band around his neck again. “Definitely no joke.”

It sucked that such a thing existed—something that could trap demons like Zagan into contracts they didn’t want. Even now, he was stuck with me, because I’d decided to pretend I knew about sex firsthand. Guilt pricked at the edges of my mind. I’d done to him what selfish others had done before. I didn’t know hiding the fact that I was a virgin would lead to this, but shame hit me all the same.

“What’s that look for?” Zagan asked, tipping my chin up with a clawed finger.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, my voice coming out softer than I meant it to. “I wasn’t trying to trap you or force you into being stuck with me.”

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