Page 252 of Rage

A tense moment stretched through the big top as Daemon seemed to debate his next move. Murmurs rippled over the crowd. Most of these monsters had never seen the show before, but everyone in the supernatural community knew our characters. The Bitch Tamer and the clown twins never interacted.

If Daemon decided to indulge Riff, tonight would be a first.

The moment of silence finally broke when Daemon pointed to his feet and growled, “On your knees, Rifton.”

The incubus instantly fell to his knees like a man before an altar, ready to confess his sins and, in Riff’s case, ready to commit more.

Daemon gave a dark chuckle and came to stand in front of him. “You’re such a desperate little whore.”

I peeked over my shoulder to find Raff gaping at what was unfolding just a few feet away. The corners of Daemon's mouth kicked up into a grin that screamed,"Watch what I'm about to do to your brother,"as he gripped Riff's horn and slowly slipped his cock past Riff’s lips.

"Jealous, Rafferty—Oh,fuck." Before my taunt had left my lips, Raff pushed my sword's hilt inside me. This wasn't the first time one of the twins fucked me with an object that had no business being inside me, mostly the handles of Riff's many knives. However, this was the first time I'd swallowed this part of my sword before. It stretched me more than the hilt of a knife as it was thicker and longer. Raff reached around to press his fingers into my clit, and I gasped at the sensation, my pussy clenching around the metal.

I looked down between my legs to see the sword sticking out of me like some grotesque popsicle stick.

“Keep your eyes ahead of you, baby girl. I want you to watch them…” There was a wicked smile in Raff’s voice.

My attention went back to Daemon, fucking Riff's mouth. It was true what they said about sex demon fluids. We made more of everything for moments just like this. Copious amounts of saliva dribbled from Riff's mouth, down his jaw to drizzle onto his chest. Every time Daemon drove back inside him, a wet smacking sound rose over the music.

"Tell them how good it feels," Raff muttered, soft at first, and then his tone grew to a growl loud enough for everyone to hear. "Tell them how good it feels to fuck my brother's throat. After allthe shit you've given us, how much your attraction to us pissed you off... Tell them."

The pure pleasure twisting Daemon's features morphed into something darker. "It feels good—Discord." A string of curses was followed by another series of growls and moans as Riff gripped Daemon by the balls and squeezed. "His mouth is like everything I'd imagined," the alpha admitted.

"How many times did you imagine it?" Raff pulled the hilt from my pussy with an embarrassing wet sound and shot Daemon a teasing grin as he licked my juices off the metal. "How many times did you imagine this..." His demonic tongue wound around the sword's hilt, long enough to encircle it twice.

Daemon shivered as Riff did exactly what his brother was demonstrating with my sword. “Fuck. So many times.” His voice broke. “I lost count?—”

Heat lashed through my core like a whip, pure pleasure thrumming through my system. Was there anything better than seeing Daemon like this with Riff? Yes. Getting fucked by Raff while I watched.

I wiggled my hips, and my green-haired incubus took the bait. Tossing the sword aside, Raff took hold of my tail and wrapped it around his hand like a leash. His other hand lifted from my hip, and a beat later, I heard the sound of a zipper.

“Are you going to take my cock like a good little succubus?” Raff’s voice came out husky and low. My head bobbed in a resounding “yes” since my ability to form words was gone.

He sheathed his claws for me before pushing a finger inside my pussy, quickly chasing it with a second. “Fuck, you aresowet.”

I trained my focus back on Daemon, who wrenched Riff off his cock just as the muscles in his shoulders and the veins in his arms started to bulge—a sign that he was moments from coming.

“I’m a sex demon, asshole. We’re not done until you come,” Riff snarled in frustration. He tried to take the alpha’s cock back in his mouth, but Daemon held him firmly in place by his horn.

Daemon leered down at the incubus so close that his luminous eyes cast the film of sweat coating Riff’s painted face in an amber glow. “If the cum hungry fuck clown is so desperate for it, maybe he should offer me a tighter hole.”

Chapter Six

Riff’s gaze turned feral in a flash. He tongued one of his fangs, snapping the string of pre-cum—or incubus spit—webbing from the tip of Daemon’s cock to the clown’s exaggerated red grin.

The lust rolling off the both of them was thick enough to choke on.

“Fuck me, Daddy.” Of all the times Riff had jokingly called Daemon daddy, this was the first time those two syllables were spoken likethat,dark and laced with desire.

Daemon stood there, jaw flexing. Wrath and hunger poured off him, an energy so powerful and intoxicating that the entire audience was drunk off it.

“Fuck the clown!” the audience started to chant, some of them pumping their fists while others had their hands full. “Fuck the clown!”

Daemon’s gaze shifted to Alistair, who gave the tiniest nod of approval.

Raff pulled his fingers from me and spat on my ass. Goosebumps crawled up my spine as I felt a thick gob of saliva slipping down the crack of my ass and oozing between my labia. He cursed as he took in the sight, appreciating the obscenity ofit all before pushing his fingers back inside me and spreading them wide. My nails dug into the dirt floor, and he hummed at the lewd sounds crawling up my throat.

"Fuck, I can't wait to hear the filthy little sounds you make when I stretch you with my dick."

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