Page 253 of Rage

He paused, and I knew he'd decided right there that that was exactly what he was going to do. Withdrawing his fingers from me again, his arm banded around my middle, and he plucked me off the ground, pulling me with him as he sat up with his back propped against the platform where I'd opened the act.

I settled down in his lap with my chest to his back, legs spread wide. Gripping his thighs, I pushed myself up, allowing him to line our bodies up. His arm jerked me back down, spearing me onto him. A scream wrenched from me when his cock punched into a much tighter place.

“Wrong hole!” I choked out in a way that had Alistair smirking from across the ring.

Raff’s mouth brushed the shell of my ear, and I felt his smile stretching against my skin. "You don't have any wrong holes. Not to me."

Luckily, his sex demon saliva made for the perfect lube, allowing him to slip in easily. My own weight pushed him in so deep I swore I could taste him in the back of my throat.

Movement jerked my gaze up to see Daemon, with his grip still tight around Riff’s horn, walking him toward me. With the last few steps, Daemon gave him a push.

Riff was more than a clown, more than an incubus, more than a knife thrower. He was also an accomplished acrobat. He could have caught himself, but we were performing for an audience here so he knew his role in the moment.

The clown pretended to stumble, falling on his hands and knees as he skidded through the dirt, so close to us that whenhe lifted his head, his breath fanned over the place where his brother and I were connected.

Daemon dropped to his knees, sunk his hand into Riff’s hair and wrenched his head up, forcing our eyes to lock. "I want you to feast on this pussy like it’s your last meal while I fuck you from behind.”

Riff gripped me by my thighs and tossed me a wink before allowing Daemon to shove his head between my apex.

It was a pretty picture, seeing that mop of blue hair framed between my thighs while the ridges of his horns rubbed my flesh raw as he devoured my pussy.

My head dropped back as I stared up at the center pole. The tent’s black and white stripes started to blend as Raff savagely fucked my ass while Riff painted lick after sloppy lick to my center, from my clit down to his brother’s cock.

Their searing body heat danced over my skin like fire, and the crowd’s attention on us only added to the flame.

Pretending to be helpless while the twins used me however they pleased was a fan favorite. In turn, their dark lust fed me, filling my veins with power—making me anything but helpless.

My eyes glowed pink as I drank in the carnality of it all. It was a drug I couldn’t get enough of.

Raff slowed his thrusts so he could bury his face into the crook of my neck. Each fang-filled kiss he planted to my skin was like a little zap of electricity, pleasure and pain winding tight.

“Feeling full?”

Was he referring to the meal I took from our audience, or the fact that he was buried balls-deep in my ass with his brother’s tongue stuffed into my pussy? Either way, I nodded, since the answer to either question was afuck yes.

My enthusiasm drew a chuckle from Raff, his fingers biting into my hips as his rhythm picked up. “You feel like fucking Heaven.”

Riff grunted in agreement which had my toes curling as the vibrations of his voice sunk into my pussy.

“What would two demons know about Heaven?”

“With you as a mate?” Raff’s voice in my ear was tight and breathless. “Everything.”

Riff opened his mouth, as if to add on to his brother’s statement but all that came out was a soft gasp as Daemon reached around to undo Riff’s pants, ripping them down his hips. Then he pulled on one horn, lifting his head while he held his palm in front of his face. “You know the drill. Spit.”

He did. Daemon released his horn, and Riff returned to torturing my clit with tantric little flicks of his tongue.

I was right on the edge of coming. So close, so worked up. My senses were a buzz, and every eye in the house held in my rapture only pushed my pleasure higher. Riff, Raff and I were all feeding on the attention. Literally. This made us wetter, harder, stronger, our stamina never-ending.

We could screw like this for the whole show if that’s what Alistair wanted. With how the shadow demon was watching us with those demonic green eyes, maybe we would.His will was our pleasure.

With his cock properly lubed with Riff’s saliva, Daemon pushed himself inside the incubi’s ass. Slowly. Teasing out his invasion.

Riff shot a scathing look back at the hellhound shifter that was equal parts frustration and rapture. “While I’m still young, mongrel.”

Riff new that Daemon loathed that nickname. To my surprise, the hellhound only smirked, for once not taking the bait. With the way Riff’s entire body trembled, it was easy to tell just how overwhelmed he was by the sensuous and tortuously slow pace.

Tonight, it seemed Daemon’s obsession for crawling under the twin’s skin was evolving.

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