Page 251 of Rage

On the next breath, a torrent of molten cum shot onto my tongue, and seconds later, he pulled out with an obscene moan.

I got ready to spit his load back at him, and it was like he could read my mind. He grabbed my jaw, his grip brimming with power. He could crush my bones with a single twitch, yet he was more careful with me than any of my mates. There was nothing better than being held like a delicate treasure in the hands of a brutal monster who could destroy you with a look.

I licked my lips, a thick bead of his cum slipping down my chin.

Daemon’s eyes lit up with something primal. “Don’t you fucking dare waste what I give you, Pup. You’re going to swallow me. Every last drop.”

Again, I obeyed.

"Now let me go," I seethed, even though I wanted anything but.

All three laughed in unison, cold and cruel. They were good actors. We all were.

"They're just getting started, Little Demon," Alistair said from where he leaned against the ringside beside the wolf's corpse. In our shows, dead bodies never hampered the mood. "They're going to unload every last drop of cum they have inside your needy little holes.”

The crowd went wild with excitement, hooting, hollering and throwing popcorn into the ring.

We were all so perfectly in our element. To most people, to normal people, this place was Hell. But for me, it was home, my paradise.

I caught Alistair's smile. He'd had this new skin for months now, but now and then, it still gave me chills, thinking where it had come from. What that man had been like. What he'd tried doing to me. My attention dropped to the hand missing a thumb. I found myself smiling at the dark thoughts stirring in my mind.

As a rule, Alistair never joined in on our fuck shows. All five of us went to bed together, sure, but never in the ring. Maybe one day, someday soon, he would.

I was foisted from my thoughts when Raff appeared in front of me holding my sword. He tossed Daemon one of his mischievous looks, a green brow arching. “I think I want to see her swallow this from the other end now."

Chapter Five

My heart skipped several beats. I shook my head no, but my body dripped at the suggestion.

"Don't worry, baby," Riff snickered. "He won't use the pointy end. Not if you're good."

I swallowed thickly, pretending to struggle as he placed a boot on my back between my wings and guided me down so I was on all fours. Peering over my shoulder, I saw Raff kneeling behind me.

The muscles in my stomach tightened, and I forced my breathing to even as I felt the blade brush my skin. He wasn’t as skilled with sharp weapons as his twin, but he still had more experience than most, and I trusted him.

I trusted him with my life and then some.

The incubus slipped the blade under the strap of fabric covering my pussy and sliced it open. I sucked in a breath at the rush of air licking against my most intimate place.

"What a pretty little pussy. Desperate for the same treatment your mouth just got."

He flipped the sword, and I swallowed a gasp when he caught it by the blade. I scented the blood in the air for a secondbefore petals of red dribbled down his arm and peppered the dirt ground between us. He didn't give two shits.

Sex demons were fucking crazy.

The cool kiss of the sword's hilt was bliss against my throbbing hot pussy.

Riff's gaze slithered to Daemon's. I knew that look. The way his tail whipped the air behind him, that lopsided grin. The way his thumb hooked in the waistband with the rest of his middle and forefingers drumming the button of his jeans while his free hand raked his blue hair. He was using his charm powers on the alpha.

Daemon was immune to most of that shit. All it did was piss him off. He didn’t like giving up control.

I braced for the explosion. It never came.

“Whatever you’re thinking, spit it out, fuck clown.”

Riff canted his head, his tongue prodding the corner of his ear-to-ear smirk. "You made some pretty sexy sounds when you busted your load inside our girl's mouth, hound. Wonder if you'll whimper like that for me?"

Both of Daemon’s brows rose. I looked past his shoulder to Alistair, who for once, seemed just as eager as the audience to see how this played out.

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