Page 105 of Married to the Devil

Reality crashes down.

I clutch his wrist. “You can’t come like this.” Even though I want him to cover me in his seed. To mark me with his dark energy for days to accompany the zinging awareness that connects the three of us. “It would be a waste.”

I glance at Stella who’s now squirming where she sits, waiting for her husband’s next command.

Stoneheart’s eyes narrow. “It’d be a waste to mark you like this even though I can smell how much you want me to?”

“It needs to be inside her,” I grit out, embarrassed that he can scent that. I should get a prize for making my brain work when it’s been melted by orgasm.

Instead of dismissing my words, Stoneheart releases me.

I’m not disappointed.I’m not. This is how it has to be.

“Is that where you want me to come, firefly?” he asks Stella, who nods eagerly.

With an inherent grace, she sinks her chest down and raises her ass in the air. Her cheek rests on the bed, her eyes are full of tamed chaos. “Please.”

The complete submission of the position and the blissed-out expression on her face makes me want to be the one filling her, but that’s not what I’m here for.

Stoneheart isn’t immune to the display, walking to the other side of the bed to take the position behind her. His cock is so hard it’s weeping. “Such a pretty little wife with a womb to fill.”

His hand caresses the curve of her ass before gripping her hip. He only presses in close enough to drag his cock through her wetness. “Well if our demon doesn’t want this seed, it should go to good use.”

The jealousy is quick and silly so I’m able to breathe through it with the roll of my eyes. Stoneheart is taunting the both of us with his dirty talk, and somehow it makes losing out on this better, like I’m still involved even though this is between the two of them.

Stella moans into the sheets, rubbing her cheek against the bed as if to calm herself, but she doesn’t have to be patient for long.

Stoneheart mounts his wife, and the wet sound of his body cleaving into her makes me gasp and my cock attempt to twitch back to readiness. The appendage is too spent for that, and all I can do is wince at the driving need.

He rolls his hips gently at first, testing her soreness, and when she doesn’t wince in discomfort, each thrust becomes harder. Stella’s little sounds of pleasure egg him on, and the flow of their bodies is artwork.

Watching him fuck her is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. The only thing that would make this more arousing is if he pressed the swollen knot on his shaft to lock inside her.

I want to see her pussy stretch to engulf it.

The thought of that has tension growing in my lower belly, and I breathe out in exasperation. These two make me insatiable.

Stoneheart smirks at me, probably able to scent how satisfying this is.

Perhaps I could stay around long enough after they conceive, when his seed isn’t needed, to feel him inside of me like that.

Stella’s cry of completion and Stoneheart’s deep growl reverberates through my chest and yanks at my heart as surely as if we’re one.

I can only hope the bodily connection and the memories are enough to nurse the gaping hole in my soul they’re going to leave when this is done.

34

STELLA

I sipmy coffee and take in the rare sight before me that I would have missed if I hadn’t forgotten my phone. Though a lot of good it does me since I’d forgotten to charge it.

Stoneheart and Ben are still asleep, the gargoyle’s arm wrapping around the demon. The positioning of the sheet low over their hips cultivates a warmth in my core that should be extinguished by now.

This is the second day of waking up with them. Though yesterday they both woke before I did.

I’m too energized to stay asleep. I’ve already been out to eat breakfast and been teased by Fiona about missing the self-defense lessons I’m supposed to be attending every morning. Though she was sure to add that I’ve obviously been wrestling in the meantime.

Even Silas had cracked a smile at that one.

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