Page 49 of Demons of Eden

A different sort of panic starts to build as I blink faster, trying to clear the remaining haze from both my vision and my head. Why won’t my body do anything I'm telling it to, like seeing and breathing!? Shit, I need to talk to him before he leaves. I need?—

“It’s okay, little witch. We’ll get you what you need,” Ash says, cutting off my panicked thoughts with a gentle tone like he can hear all of them. As if a spell’s been broken by his voice, I see him standing right beside Torrin in front of me.

“Look, Eden! I found your baby daddy,” Torrin informs me with a grin, and now I’m wondering if maybe that orgasm cut off oxygen to my brain for a little too long.

How long was I out of it?

“What? How are you here? What is?—”

“Shh. We’ll figure everything out after you’re filled up.” The sexy smirk I remember tilts the corners of Ash’s lips up.

I’m shaking my head, still finding it hard to wrap my brain around what’s happening, but I still manage to wrap myself around Torrin when he lifts me into his arms. I don’t protest as he carries me over to the couch against the wall, sitting back with me straddling his hips. His still-hard cock presses against me, reminding me that he hasn’t had a chance to get off yet, as well as reinforcing the desperate wanting inside me that insists I still need more.

I rock my body against it, feeling Ash move in close behind me, both his power and his warmth seeming to wrap around me protectively. Torrin very quickly gets the idea and helps me lift my hips, lining his tip up to my centre. I sink down onto thefirst few inches, moaning. Using his shoulders to steady myself, I slowly continue to lower myself until he’s fully inside me.

“Oh hell. That's…intense,” Torrin grunts. The slightly dazed look on his face makes anxiety spike in my chest, worried he’s not fully aware of what we’re doing. He must realise where my thoughts have gone because he lifts one hand, gripping the back of my neck so he can pull me in for a kiss.

“Keep going, Eden. I’m right here with you. Take what you need from me,” Torrin says, his rumbling voice soothing my nerves. I begin rolling my hips, setting a quick pace and chasing the high that I can already feel building.

“I’ll make it better for you, little witch,” Ash adds, reminding me we’re not alone. “Focus on your pleasure. Make it good for yourself.”

Am I imagining it, or does he sound a little…unsettled? I don’t have time to wonder for long, as Ash brushes the hair away from my neck. The press of his lips against my racing pulse is like pouring gasoline on a fire. I burn hotter, brighter. I’m a moaning mess as my inner walls clench around Torrin’s length.

“Yes, Eden. Just like that. You feel so good fucking yourself on my cock. Ride me harder,” Torrin growls. The possessive tone he uses doesn’t escape my notice, but whatever Ash is doing is too distracting for me to really acknowledge it.

The demon’s fingers trail up my sides softly before reaching around to caress my breasts, brushing lightly over my nipples. He picks up the pace quickly, pressing harder as he grips one of them between his finger and thumb. His soft lips part to scrape his teeth at my neck.

I’msoclose. I just need a little more.

“Fuck. You look so sexy takingmycock, Eden. Such a good girl for me.”

“Torrin!” I cry out, my head falling back against Ash’s chest as I climax, my orgasm taking Torrin over the edge with me. Ashe comes inside me, I finally feel my vitav replenishing to a more stable level, only it just keeps on growing. Then I remember that I’m not only drawing from Torrin. Ash’s energy still mixes with mine as I feed, and tears sting my eyes as pure relief fills my entire being.

“Shit, Eden.” Ash grunts behind me, his hands shaking while holding me tightly, keeping me upright. “You were so low, little witch. I wish I had known sooner, but I’m here now. You won’t need to feed like this again.”

Ash’s vow settles something inside me. The anxiety I was experiencing, worrying I’d never be truly satisfied ever again, starts to fade away. It also begins to soothe the far worse fear. The fear that I might die before this baby ever makes it into the world...

I must have passedout because as I blink my eyes open, I realise I’m no longer riding Torrin’s dick, or even naked for that matter. It’s too damn bright, so I shut my eyes again while I work through the post-nap fuzziness in my brain. It takes me a moment to get my bearings as I piece together my current situation, memories slowly clicking into some sort of coherence. Until I reach the one that doesn’t seem possible, anyway.

My eyes open again, and this time I force myself to push through the shock of light to my retinas, confirming I’m where I think I should be. Thankfully, I’m still at Fletcher Hunting, although I’ve been moved upstairs to the living room. I’m cuddled against a warm, naked chest.

Torrin’s?

Movement to my left catches my attention before I can check, and I find myself staring at a slice of pie being held out in mydirection. It’s being offered by Torrin, who’s looking at me with what seems like concern, but if he’s over there…

With a gasp, I sit up, leaning back to turn and gape at the man still holding me. His grip relaxes just enough to allow the movement while not letting me go. Apparently the memory wasn’t so impossible, after all.

“Ash! You’re here. That was real? Holy shit. You found me—wait, howdidyou find me? And where’s your shirt…?” I frown at the demon who’s smiling at my ramble of questions. He releases me, slowly taking his hands off my stomach and hip so he can stretch his arms out wide across the back of the couch.

“Seeing as you seem to like them so much,” Ash drawls, lifting a brow and glancing down at my body. I follow his gaze.

“Oh.” Okay, so I’m wearinghisshirt, but whose boxers am I wearing then? I shake off the thought. Actually, I don’t want to know. I’ll just assume they gave me a clean, unused pair. Was what he said a dig about me stealing his shirt the night we met? I frown, but there are more important things to ask him. “Why am I in your lap?”

“After you passed out, your vitav continued to pull from me, and skin contact makes it easier. I put my shirt on you once you stopped syphoning my energy,” Ash answers, clearing his throat as a quiet scoff comes from across the room. When I look at him for answers, he’s not meeting my eyes.

“Right,” Torrin says, flopping down onto the far end of the couch with a huff. He sets the plate he’d offered me on his lap, staring at the pie like it’s been caught committing a crime.

“How are you feeling now?” Ash adds, ignoring whatever’s up with Torrin. I decide to leave it too. For now, anyway.

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