Page 48 of Demons of Eden

He looks good with one on, but this, it’s a view I’d have to be insane to complain about. At least if I’m going crazy, it isn’t manifesting as poor taste. Just an insatiable libido…

As this pregnancy progresses, I swear I’m getting needier by the day. It’s far more intense and overwhelming than I’dthought it would be from the admittedly brief explanations I’d been given. Well, it’s not as if there are a whole bunch of experts on the topic, and they’ve all tried their best given the limited information available. After the first feeding, I lasted four entire days before caving and coming looking for more, but now, three days feel like torture. Thankfully, the moment I walked in here, Torrin knew exactly what I needed.

His mouth on my heated flesh feels orgasmic, but the brief break in physical contact reminds me of where we are. Downstairs. In their main open office space. Whereanyonecan walk in and catch us. People walking by could probably see us through the windows too. Thankfully, this isn’t a busy part of the city, and there isn’t a whole lot of foot traffic going right past their doors. I’m not about to test my luck against probability, though; I know how that goes.

“Bedroom,” I manage to demand, despite already pulling at the button of his jeans. Torrin chuckles, batting away my hand and lifting me into his arms before I can complain about it. “You feel so good,” I tell him, pressing close and nuzzling against his chest. I’m so distracted by his closeness, it takes a few moments for me to realise that we’re not going towards the stairs. Instead of heading up to their living area—andmore importantly,his bed—he walks us around the corner, down the hall, and into one of the two private offices.

“Can’t wait that long,” he grunts in explanation as he carries me through the doorway, not that I care or object. It’s secluded enough back here that if a stranger walks in through the main door, they won’t get a face full of my tits. Or witness me screaming for Torrin…

Sweet baby Satan, did it just get hotter in here?

Torrin sets me down on the desk, and I whine, annoyed. I want him inside me…not taking a step back.

“I’d like to at least get my jeans off properly this time, sweet Eden,” he says teasingly, though I can’t help but notice how smug he looks about it. My current state must be doing wonders for his ego.

It doesn’t help that I can’t keep my eyes off him, watching the way his muscles flex as he strips off the remainder of his clothes. He catches me watching when he’s done, raising an eyebrow as he glances down at my remaining clothes in what is unmistakably a silent ‘Your turn.’

I remove the remainder of my clothes without a second of hesitation, starting by kicking off my shoes. They’re immediately followed by my slightly baggy, dark grey sweatpants, which are easily shoved down over my hips and slipped out of. Not the most fashionable choice of clothing I own, since I was too fucking horny to care about my outfit before rushing over here. Not that Torrin’s complaining, probably too distracted by the lack of anything underneath, watching as I lean back a little on the desk, completely bared for him.

What can I say? These men have opened a door that can’t be closed, and I’m not the least bit mad at it because…well, orgasms. So many of them.

“Have I complimented the size of your cock yet?” I ask, playing up the sweetness in my tone to see his reaction. “It felt so good inside me,” I add, lightly trailing my fingers up along my thigh, teasing myself just as much as him. My thoughts of testing out his responses practically fly right out of my brain as he takes it in his palm and strokes it, slow and precise.Fuck.We went so fast I didn’t get to admire the length or girth last time. I sure as hell could feel it, though. I bite my lip, thighs clenching together at the memory. Taking a breath, I glance up and notice a faint blush on his cheeks, slightly more noticeable closer to his ears.

Is the tall, muscly demon hunter shy?

I contemplate a little gentle teasing, but when he drops to the floor in front of me, his mischievous smirk as he looks into my eyes makes me the blushing one. My heart rate kicks up in anticipation as he slowly slides his hands up my legs, pausing just above my knees to pull them wide and yank me to the edge of the desk.

“Put your pretty legs over my shoulders—and try not to scream too loudly. Rio’s upstairs.”

My lips part, but I can’t even respond because the moment his tongue presses to my clit, I’m a goner. My fingers twist into his hair, and I hang on tight as Torrin licks my centre like I’m the best pie he’s ever eaten.

“Oh, fuck. Yes…” I moan. The pleasure is so much more intense than it was a moment before. I feel dizzy as I start to feel my orgasm rise already. “What are you doing to me?” I demand, as my chest warms, and the buzzing energy I’ve recently started to realise is my new succubi side, seems to expand, growing beyond anything I’ve experienced so far. It feels almost like it’s reaching for something more, despite the rapid flow of energy already pouring into me.

“Oh hell. Fuck, Torrin!” I cry out, opening my eyes between panting breaths so I can look down at him and demand he fucks me already.

I don’t manage to meet his eyes, my gaze colliding with deep amber ones in the doorway instead. Panic surges through my system, and my legs tighten on Torrin’s shoulders. He takes it as encouragement to keep going, his hands gripping harder on my hips as he holds me perfectly still, forcing me to endure every single torturous brush of his tongue.

I should be mortified, staring at Ash’s face while Torrin’s between my legs, but somehow it only adds to the rush of pleasure. I’m not sure if it’s the taboo of getting caught or the touch of fear sending adrenaline crashing through me that doesit. This is what I get for being the kind of person who wants to fuck after watching a horror movie or riding on a rollercoaster—turned on by demonic interruption, of all fucking things.

“Ash,” I whisper, too surprised to raise my voice any louder. It means Torrin doesn’t hear me, nor does he realise there’s a demon at his back, far too distracted by his current task. I moan again. The sound breaking free from my lips is obscene as the hunter does something with his tongue that I swear must be a secret additional form of magic nobody thought to inform me about.

All the while, the demon stands in the doorway, flickering through a string of emotions. His expressions morph through obvious shock, a confused sort of frown, and a spark of fear, the last of which is gone in less than a second. Then he fucking nods, coming to only Goddess knows what kind of conclusion, apparently also making the decision in less time than it takes for me to simply process that he’s actually here.

I can barely breathe, let alone think straight. The increasing buzzing energy that I assumed was all my own newly gained demonic abilities becomes even more intense. I realise it’s not only my power, but Ash’s adding to it.

Is he feeding on me…?

The answer comes with a surge of vitav, flowing in, not out. He’s feeding me. That means he has to know?—

“T-Torrin…” I manage to moan brokenly, but he mistakes my attempt to catch his attention as a moment of pleasure.

Not that he’s entirely wrong.

The sudden orgasm rocking my body is so unbelievably good my vision blurs as I fall back against the desk, staring up at a hazy, spinning ceiling. I feel Torrin move back, sliding my legs off his shoulders as I lie there, feeling all floaty as the energy swirls inside of me. Yet, when I try sitting upright, I can tell thatit wasn’t enough. I still need more. I’d make a joke about being insatiable, only now we have an audience.

Fuck.

Unless…Ash wouldn’t have left while I was out of it, would he?

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