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“Exactly.” My voice is muffled against his skin as I draw harder. “You will smell like me, carry my mark on your skin. Everyone will know that you are a filthy little thing that belongs to me. That you are mine.”

The only response is another whimper, and I thrust so hard that the headboard bangs against the wall. Heat forms in my core as the ball of tension grows, spreading through my lower body and spidering along my nerve endings. My back arches up as I grab onto the wood of the headboard, and his head digs into the bed as his mouth falls open, hips rolling against mine faster.

His cock is hard as granite and red, slapping against his abs with every thrust. A small pool of excitement sits on his stomach, and I love the fact that he’s a leaky, needy thing.

“Cas,” he gasps, his motions becoming frantic as his eyes squeeze closed. His hands slide down to his cock, jerking himselfwhile he grinds against me. He’s pulling the last bit of friction, taking it for himself and using me for his pleasure.

God, he can fucking have it all.

“Let me,” I rasp, swatting his hand away from his cock with one hand still on the headboard. I fist his cock and stroke in time with the roll of my hips, and he’s a whimpering mess as his shoulders push into the mattress.

“Cas, holy fuck…Cas!”

“That’s it,” I purr as his cock erupts, spraying over his stomach while it beats in my hand, and he continues to shout my name as his fingers fist the sheets, knuckles turning white as he comes. For a moment, I float as I let go of the hold on my body, until release shoots up my spine and down again, tension wringing from my muscles at once.

“Fuck,” I grunt as my cock pulses inside him, the warmth of my release filling him as the headboard slams in time with my thrusts. Heavy, draining throbs wrack through my whole body, and as I pump through the final moments of my climax, cum leaks out from around my cock, spilling over his skin.

As he slackens, I slow down, still enjoying the lingering shudders of the orgasm as the last echoes ripple through my body. He gives a contented hum, followed by a deep exhale as I capture his lips. We’re sticky and messy as his cum smears between us, but there’s no hesitation as he opens for me, sliding and twisting his tongue with mine as I canopy over him.

A low, deeply amused chuckle rings out from the door, and Rory’s eyes fly open. We both twist to find Amon standing there, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

Rory gives an adorable little peep as I stare at Amon, his gaze roaming over my body and then what he can see of Rory’s, before he meets my eyes with a tiny raise of his brows. “What…” Rory stutters, and I turn back to his shocked face. “How… how did you get out of the attic?”

Amon laughs again, a deep, throaty thing, and pushes off the doorframe, taking a few steps closer. “My dear, sweet human… I couldn’t leave if you didn’t allow me to.” Another step and he’s beside the bed, his fingertips gliding up the bare skin of my thigh before drifting over my ass, making me shudder. “I can only be here if you want me here.”

His huge body slides over mine, the mattress dipping under his weight as he presses his chest against my back, cock resting against my ass. He leans over my shoulder, nipping at my ear before turning his attention to Rory. “So, tell me, sweet human… do you?”

“Do I what?” he whispers.

Oh, that smirk and the trouble it brings.

Amon takes his time as he bites my shoulder, soothing it with a kiss before focusing every ounce of his intense energy on Rory. “Do you want me here?”

Chapter 11

Amon

Rory’s face turns a deep shade of crimson, verging on a purplish hue, as he watches me. Everything he’s feeling is written on his face, surprise mingled with a hint of lust, and I hold back a scoff, if barely. Humans. Weak-willed creatures with no ability to control their emotions.

Even if this one is… tempting.

A breathy chuckle escapes Cas, but his tense demeanor sends an obvious message—he’s prepared to enforce Rory’s will, regardless of his command.

Even knowing he’d fail, he’ll fight me to protect him.

Fascinating.

“You haven’t answered me, warlock,” I murmur, rocking my hips against Cas’s firm ass, enjoying the subtle flex and release of his muscles in response to my touch. “Do you want me here?”

His eyes dart to Cas, searching for something. Backup and protection? Permission? Doe-eyed and infatuated, Cas makes a pitiful excuse for a demon as he gives him a kiss and a smile that are equally gentle. “You run the show, Rory. Both of us are at your mercy…”

“And both of us could be at your beck and call,” I add, sliding my cock between Cas’s ass cheeks and causing him to give a flex of his own.

Rory’s eyes are astounded as he glances at where they are connected. “You’re still hard!”

Proud smile in place, Cas rocks forward again, giving a slow thrust into him. “You act as if we are human, but we’re not. Far, far from it. Demons have unparalleled control over our bodies. My cock will stay hard for as long as I choose… until I say otherwise.” His finger traces up the curve of Rory’s jaw before he drags his thumb over his bottom lip. “Until I’m done.”

“He does have incredible hang time,” I murmur, and Cas drop his chin to his chest as his cheeks rise in a smile.

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