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I chuckled and kissed the skin on her neck. “Good, because I’m all you’ll ever get.”

She leaned back as I pressed her down, and she fell back onto the bed. I watched her scoot backward, her eyes locked on me like she was ravaging me with her gaze alone. Those big browns didn’t leave me as I stripped off my shirt and let it join hers on the floor.

“So when you feed off me,” she started slowly, watching my fingers undo my pants, “do you get full based on my satisfaction?”

I raised an eyebrow at her curiosity, and for some reason, I liked her asking questions. I liked her wanting to know more about me.

“Basically,” I answered. “The more you like it, the better I eat.”

I immediately saw the wheels turning in her head, and my own intrigue skyrocketed. What filthy little thoughts now floated around my sparrow’s head? I hadn’t done anything very kinky or crazy with her yet since she was still getting a feel for what she liked, but the spark of curiosity in her eyes made me wonder if she was ready to start venturing into darker waters with me.

“We can only sleep with each other because of the bond.” It was a statement, not a question.

I stepped out of my pants so that only my black briefs kept my raging hard-on away. “Correct.”

“What if my kink was group sex or something? It’s not, but I was just curious about how all of this worked. Like, would you starve to death because the other person wasn’t completely satisfied?”

My blood heated, and there was no stopping the smirk that pulled at my lips.

This was going to be fun.

Chapter 23

Iyla

MY HEART FELT LIKE IT was running away from me. I was completely wound up and eager for him to touch me and fuck me. But I was also curious about him—more specifically, the demonic part of him. He fascinated me in every sense of the word.

“What would I do if my bond liked more than one partner?” he asked.

I swallowed hard. The grin he wore and the gleam in his eye had turned alluring and seductive, like he was just waiting for me to say the word, and when I did, he was going to devastate me in the best way possible. Mustering up my courage, I nodded.

Zagan’s amusement never faded, even as the air seemed to vibrate around him. Shadows rolled off his body and gathered in the air next to him. My breath stuttered, and my core clenched with newfound desire as the black smoky substance grew and solidified until I stared at two identical Zagan’s.

“Holy shit,” I said under my breath.

Seeing the real Zagan basically naked in all his tattooed, pierced, and ripped glory was already enough to have me hot and wet. To now have two times the eye candy was sending my heart into overdrive.

“If they like group activities …” my Zagan said as he approached me while his double slowly circled the bed. “I’d just have to make more of me.”

My gaze bounced between the two Zagan’s that stalked toward me like predators on the hunt. I shifted to my knees to get in a better position to keep an eye on both of them. The burning heat between my thighs intensified, and my mind raced with ideas of what was about to happen. I’d merely been asking about multiple partners to understand Zagan’s position and limitations better, but the idea of being showered in attention by two of him … My skin prickled with fresh waves of desire.

The clone got on the bed behind me, and I watched his movements like a starved man seeing food for the first time. My Zagan suddenly gripped my chin and forced me to look at him.

“Eyes on me,” he growled.

I released a shaky breath and smirked. “My eyes were on you.”

A sharp slap on my ass had me yelping, but Zagan kept a firm grip on my chin to keep me from whipping around. Hands grabbed my hips and yanked them back, and Zagan kept his hold on my chin so that I was forced to get on my hands and knees in order to hold myself up.

My heart pounded as my pants and panties were pulled down by the hands at my back. Desire so potent, it hurt, curled tightly in my core, and it only got worse when the air hit my wet folds. One hand that had been on my thigh reached between my legs to slick a finger along my seam, rubbing back and forth against my clit. My eyes nearly closed, and my body jolted from the ferocity of the pleasure that hit me. Whimpering, I wiggled against the fingers massaging me right where I wanted.

Zagan’s blue eyes swirled with darkness, and his fingertips elongated until they poked into the skin of my cheeks. His horns appeared in the tousels of his hair, and he gave me a fanged smile as his free hand shoved the band of his briefs down.

I sucked in a sharp breath as his hard cock sprang free right at eye level. The body behind me pried my legs further apart so that he sat between them, his fingers still rubbing on my clit in a tauntingly slow pace. My eyes nearly rolled back into my head when I felt him grind his still confined erection against my dripping pussy.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and suck my cock while I fuck you from behind,” Zagan commanded, low and husky.

I tried to nod, eager to finally feel him, but his grip was too tight for me to move. Instead, I raised my eyes from the head of his dick to meet his black-and-red gaze. “Yes. I’ll be a good girl.”

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