Page 57 of Aria's Desire

Dropping down so they were chest to chest, he hitched her leg higher around his hip and picked up the pace until he was pounding into her ruthlessly.

“Scream for me. Tell the gods how your mate pleases you,” he grunted in her ear, his voice guttural with his own impending release.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Aria squeezed her eyes shut as it hit her. She felt Tirox stiffen above her when her walls clamped down on him, his pace stuttering, before he plunged deep and held there. He groaned with the force of his own climax, his big body jerking in time with the hard bucks of cock inside the tight clench of her pussy.

The powerful suction of his second cock on her clit kept her orgasm from ebbing, kept her convulsing under him, fingers digging into the hard muscle of his back.

Only when he’d filled her to overflowing did his climax relent, the sucking of his second cock slowing with it, allowing her orgasm to ease until she could gasp in a desperate breath.

Aria felt wrung out, boneless and weak in the aftermath. Letting her hands slide limply off his back, she tried to catch her breath and force her heart to slow its frantic pounding.

Tirox slid his arms under her before the shaking limbs gave out and he flattened her, holding her to his chest as he rolled them over with a grunt.

For long minutes, they lay there, still joined. Tirox smoothed his hand over her hair and down her back in long, comforting strokes, making her smile. Even after making love to her, he touched her constantly, as if he’d never get enough of her, always, endlessly hungry for the feel of her skin against his.

Forcing muscles that felt like jelly to cooperate, she folded her arms over his chest, resting her chin on them so she could watch him. Tirox cracked an eye open when he felt her move, searching her face. Seeing the blissful, contented expression she knew she was wearing, he grunted smugly and closed his eye again.

Chuckling, she shook her head. “I have no idea how you do that.”

“What?”

“Make a grunt sound smug.”

His lips, a darker red than the rest of him, curled. “I am good like that,” he boasted drowsily, using a phrase he’d picked up from her. “And only you can hear the differences in my grunts.” He paused, then amended, “And Kix, though he cheats.”

As if summoned, the door opened. Turning, she saw Kix, looking like a starved wolf, step in.

His face looked different. Hard, hungry. Predatory. His features changed ever so slightly when he was intensely aroused or very angry, becoming sharper, more angular as his hunting form, as his people called it, peeked through.

God, but she loved that look on him. It turned his already incredibly handsome face into something even sexier. Dangerous and feral.

Glowing, blue eyes were locked on her, tracking even the smallest twitch, the little lights in his pupils flashing urgently, dancing and twinkling in a show that never failed to both thrill and hypnotize her.

Those flickering lights were a lure and a threat, meant to entice prey to their deaths in deep, dark waters. For her, they signaled a different kind of threat, one she eagerly welcomed.

Her pussy clenched around Tirox’s softening cock at that look, making him groan under her.

His voice hushed, but still loud enough for Kix to hear, Tirox whispered urgently, “Quick, kiss me and tell me you love me before his control snaps and he takes your cunt with me trapped beneath you.”

Biting back a laugh, she did as he demanded and kissed him quickly, whispered that she loved him against his lips, then sat up and lifted herself off his cock.

Tirox had said it jokingly, but they both knew, from experience, that was exactly what would happen if they didn’t move quickly enough to suit Kix.

Her firefly was endlessly patient… right up until he wasn’t.

He would, and had, fucked her over Tirox’s prone form, uncaring that her demon was trapped beneath them. Of course, she and Tirox didn’t care much either, but it had been damned startling the first time it happened.

Aria scooted back against the headboard, her eyes locked on Kix, as Tirox rolled off the bed and padded to the bathing room.

The second the door closed behind her demon, Kix became a blur. One second he was standing rigidly by the entry door. The next, he was looming over her, his face a bare inch from her own.

Her heart leapt into her throat, not with fear—never with fear—but with breathless excitement.

“Myaessa,” Kix hissed, his voice low and rasping. “I need.”

Chapter 30

Aria let out a shuddering breath at the feral look in Kix’s glittering eyes. Answering arousal flooded her body as though Tirox hadn’t just driven her to a shattering orgasm minutes before. Her thighs clenched, her nipples tightened, and a fresh surge of wetness slicked her pussy.

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