Page 246 of Rage

I chewed my lip, examining my bare facial features in the mirror. "I wish I'd painted my face so we could match tonight."

Through the reflection of the glass, the twins exchanged one of their telepathic looks over my head, and Riff smirked. "Seems like our girl needs some attention before she goes on. Smooth some of those ‘jitters.’ Know what I'm saying, Rafferty?"

The green-haired demon gave an enthusiastic nod, his spade-tipped tail lashing the air behind him like that of a feisty cat.

Before I could parse the mischief rolling off them in powerful currents, Riff turned me around, picked me up and set me on the table with my back resting against the mirror.

"Guys, whatever you're planning, we don't have time. I go on in—Oh." My protest died in my throat as Raff pushed my legs apart and shoved his head beneath my skirt.

My hands instinctively dropped to his curved horns, making for the perfect handlebars. The air grew hot and heavy with his need, and I could practically taste it.

His index finger hooked into my panties, pulling down the strap of fabric covering my entrance. He chuckled against me when he found that his brother had been right; I was soaking.

"Fuck." My hips bucked, desperate for more of the heat that barreled from the clown's mouth with every breath he took. He nipped my labia, causing me to cry out in pain, which melted into a grunt of pleasure on the next breath as he sank his tongue past my folds.

We weren't the only ones in the backyard, either. This was the area behind the big top where the troupe got ready for the show. Some of the other clowns sat at the nearby tables, applying their paint and smearing their faces as their attention veered in our direction. My fingers clenched tighter around Raff's horns, and my tail wound around his throat, pulling him deeper intomy apex. We didn't care that they watched us. We feasted on the attention.

The low din of applause from the big top sounded, and my eyes drifted shut, pretending for a second they were clapping for us.

I opened my eyes when the table jerked beneath me to find Riff ripping open one of the drawers and sifting through the makeup. His upper lip curled, disappointed by the selection. "Why does everyone around here insist on using the cheap crap? Don't have time to go back to our trailer and get the good shit."

"It doesn't have to be the good stuff." My laugh fractured with a lewd groan as Raff's tongue pressed deeper inside me.

Riff shook his head in disagreement. "Only the best for our girl."

The blue-haired demon closed the drawer with a flick of his tail, then propped a hip against the table, watching the way my face contorted from his brother's ministrations with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Raff pulled his tongue from my pussy to prod my clit while his finger replaced his tongue and curved to hit that secret place that had stars dancing across my vision.

Riff's face lit up. His hand disappeared behind his back to appear on the next pound of my pulse, twirling one of his famed knives. "Do you trust me?"

"You mean, do I trust the psycho sex clown with a thing for watching people bleed?" The way the blade flashed in the light leaking from the big top had my nerves lighting up like a circuit board. I was a perfect match for the twins. For Alistair. For Daemon. For this whole damn circus. Because I was just as depraved as all of them.

A dreamy smile lifted my lips. "Always."

Chapter Two

Raff feasted on me like a starving animal.

The wet noises coming from under my skirt had my cheeks burning and my lust building. My toes curled in my sneakers, my tail applying just enough pressure to leave the demonic clown gasping for air against my pussy.

Riff’s finger pressed under my chin, guiding my attention back to him. His manic smile filled my vision. The painted diamonds around his eyes wrinkled with thislookhe wore—an expression that oozed sex and violence.

He tapped the blade of his knife to his nose. "You want to look like us, yeah? You want every one of those monsters who watch you tonight to know you're ours?"

I licked my lips, nodding eagerly.

He gave the blade a twirl, and I watched the weapon dance around his slender fingers. I was constantly amazed by what those digits could do. "Then let me mark you up."

Riff wasn't talking about mating marks. We'd already exchanged those. I met him grin for sadistic grin. "If you cut me, Daemon will have your dick."

Raff laughed against me, the reverberation causing me to jerk against him in a shock of pleasure. "That supposed to deterhim?" The green-haired demon caught my gaze and held it, all while sinking a second finger inside me at a pace that had me writhing against him, desperate for more. "Greedy succubus cunt. Can never get enough, hmm? Even with four mates. Insatiable little slut."

My thighs started to tremble, and my breath came out in stunted huffs. My fingers slipped from his horns, nails sinking into his scalp hard enough to make him nip my clit in retaliation. My orgasm mounted, and when pleasure was at its peak, Riff's shadow consumed me as he closed in.

I caught a wicked glint of his knife just before being hit with a brief sting of sharp pain, which only pushed the radiant warmth spreading through my core to new heights.

Every muscle in my body tightened as I came. When I rode out the final waves of the climax, they loosened, and I instantly felt like jelly.

Riff licked my blood from his blade and gestured at me with the point. "Take a look at my handiwork, bro."

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