Page 36 of Unholy Fate

“What?” I growled.

“Please,” she whimpered, arching into Levi’s tongue.

I bit her neck, just lightly, enough to hurt, then soothed it with my tongue. She groaned loudly as I sucked at the bite mark, and I licked it as she writhed beneath us.

“You like that?” I asked, my voice rough with desire.

“Yes,” she moaned again, hips undulating as Levi worked her cunt hard. Her fingers raked down my back as if trying to escape from the pleasure wracking her body. It was glorious watching her fall apart for us.

Rolling her nipple between my fingers, I watched Levi piston his long fingers in and out of her pussy while licking up every drop of juice spilling from it. With one quick motion, he pulled his fingers out, slick with her arousal, and held them up to show her the evidence of how turned on she was for us.

I pinched her and she writhed.

Levi leaned down to lap at her clit again.

Her body tensed, then shivered as another wave of pleasure washed over her. She cried out, arching off the bed, then wailed as I pinched her soft skin.

Evelyn’s cries grew louder, more desperate with each twist of pleasure and pain. Her body trembled as she hovered on the edge of release. Sweat dripped down her chest, making streaks on the sheets between us.

Suddenly, with one final thrust from Levi and a hard bite from me on her shoulder, Evelyn’s body convulsed in another blast of ecstasy. She arched off the bed with a scream then collapsed, body limp, eyes closed.

Even as Levi’s shadow kept him shackled to the chair, Ian groaned, his body shuddering. His cock pulsed as he reached his peak.

I slipped my hand between her legs, stroking, but she remained loose, her breaths shallow and uneven. She’d slipped into unconsciousness, her body completely done.

Levi and I stepped away from the sleeping Evelyn, the smell of her arousal still wafting around us.

I glanced at Ian, raising an eyebrow as I gestured to the evidence of his semen-stained shirt. “Enjoy the show?”

Ian shrugged. “Not bad. But you’re still amateurs.”

Without a word, Levi and I dematerialized, leaving Ian bound in the chair.

We reappeared in the dimly lit hallway, the silence amplifying the palpable tension between us.

“We’ve got work to do,” I muttered, jaw tight. “We’re not letting him win.”

A light sneer twisted Levi’s lips, his tone light. “Sure thing.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

EVELYN

The room spunas I sat up, the piercing ache between my thighs and in my breasts sending a wave of nausea through me. I bit back a groan, my body heavy with exhaustion. I’d only felt anything like this once before, when I’d worked out and really overdid it. Every muscle hurt.

My skin itched too, like sweat had dried on it.

Rolling over, I dislodged the sheets, and my stomach flipped when I saw two faint smears of blood on the pristine white fabric. A nightmare. It had to have been a nightmare. None of this could be real. But the physical proof stared back at me, undeniable.

I searched my mind, trying to explain it. Could my body really manifest evidence from a dream? Could I have done this to myself in my sleep? The idea was absurd, but no more than the alternative: that demons were real, and last night had truly happened.

In search of a distraction, I stumbled to the mirror, peeling back the bandages on my forehead, braced and ready for the sight ofraw, angry flesh. But to my disbelief, it was healed, only a faint pink line remaining.

How? Had God finally taken pity on me in my torment and removed the mark of my corruption?

If anyone saw the fresh pink skin, what would they think? That I’d lied about how severe the original injury was? Would they think our Lord and Savior had healed me? Or would they see it as evidence of the sins I’d committed with the demon who’d hijacked my dreams? My hands shaking with the fear jangling through my nervous system, I replaced the bandage covering the greater evidence of my shame.

Overwhelmed, I climbed back between the stained and wrinkled sheets, the stench of sweat filling my nostrils. I pulled the thin cover up to my chin. How was any of this possible? The nearly healed wound on my forehead, the intense but surreal events of the night before. Guilt, confusion, and fear swirled within me, chased by an unholy rage at myself for not fighting harder.

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