Page 35 of Demonic Division

I shake my head. “You said it yourself. It’s just the bond?—”

“But it’s not,” Cyprien interrupts, his voice an insistent whisper. “Even before you took my familiar home, before he bonded to you… something pulled me to you.” He shakes his head, his brows set in a deep frown. “You must have felt it, too. It’s why I traveled to your apartment in the first place. It’s why this is all happening now. It’s fate, Dagny. Fuckingfate. And now Lir can finally open his eyes andseeit.”

Dagny shakes her head, eyes widening as his voice grows more and more desperate. “You’re scaring me.”

“Good,” he growls, his eyes glossing over. “You should be frightened, little one. Every breath you take here, you’re in terrible danger.”

Instead of cringing back in fear, Dagny moves her hand up to his face, caressing the skin softly before moving to his head. Cyprien’s eyes swarm with shadows as Dagny’s fingers twine through his short blond hair, touching him in that same gentle way she did for me.

My mournful whine fills the air, and Dagny’s pretty pink lips tip upward in a grin. She slides her other hand down the side of my face, cupping my cheek in her soft little palm.

Cyprien reaches for the hem of her dermal suit, and I shift off her so he can pull it from her body. I capture her mouth in mine, a deep groan echoing between us as she slides her tongue across my lower lip.

Cyprien tears the fabric down the center, exposing her chest to the chilled air. Her nipples harden to points as he rips the suit the rest of the way off her body, and I waste no time reaching down to cover them with my clawed hands. Dagny arches her back, pressing her beautiful, soft breasts into my palms with a desperate moan.

From the corner of my eye, I watch Cyprien open her legs. He spreads them as far as they’ll go, using the added space to lie on his stomach, positioning his head just above her sweet pussy. Cyprien inhales deeply, savoring every last bit of her. Dagny whimpers as he peppers kisses up herinner thigh, punctuating each fifth with a gentle nip. Her hips buck in desperation, and he presses his palm flat against her lower stomach, holding her to the ground as his mouth teases toward her pussy.

A growl rumbles low in my throat as I pull back, needing to watch the pleasure twist her beautiful features. My cock throbs, pressing painfully against the seam of my armor in a desperate attempt to get to her.

Her pouty lips fall open in a gasp as Cyprien’s mouth finds her clit, and I swoop down, capturing her breath in another passionate kiss. Her soulpurrsdown the bond, and I swipe my tongue across her bottom lip, needing more, more, more.

She opens for me, moaning into my mouth, and I can actuallyfeelit when Cyprien dips past her entrance, fingers pushing deep into her dripping pussy as if they were my own. Like we’re truly one being.

“Such a needy little thing,” Cyprien murmurs, hooking his fingers against her upper walls. “Is this what you’ve been missing?”

“Yes,” she chokes, eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Gods, yes.”

“Such a good little pet,” I murmur, wrapping my hand around the front of her throat and squeezing. “Do you like the way he feels inside you?”

“Y-yes,” she moans, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “So fucking much.”

“Do you want him to make you come?”

Her gaze fixes on mine, her pupils expanding. “Yes.”

“Hmm.” I slide my hand down her chest, my control slipping at the sight of her hardened nipples. I pinch the pink bud between my fingers, my vision flickeringas crimson pools from when my claw pierces the sensitive skin.

Cyprien’s growl vibrates through the bond, and that part of mefeelshim playing with Dagny—senses the way her walls quiver and spasm around him. He hooks his fingers up and back, pressing relentlessly against that sensitive spot on the front of her walls.

She cries out, the sound muffled by my lips crashing against her, swallowing her pleasure. I breathe her in, fire coursing through my veins as her tongue dances expertly with mine, shattering what feeble restraint I had left.

“Mine.” I nip at her bottom lip, relishing the gentle quiver of her skin beneath my touch. “Ours.”

“Yours,” she breathes, her body convulsing within the furs as Cyprien thrusts his fingers against that special spot. “Wait, I think… I think I’m going to?—”

Dagny throws her head back as a wail rips from her throat, every muscle in her body freezing as she comes. Liquid squirts from her pussy, coating Cyprien’s still thrusting fingers and the blanket below. Cyprien purrs at the sight, refusing to give Dagny any reprieve as he continues touching her, coaxing his fingers against her walls in an attempt to make her repeat the earlier magic.

“You sound so sweet when you’re coming for me,” Cyprien murmurs, slowing his movements when she gets too sensitive. “I want to hear you when my cock enters you for the first time.”

A choked sound escapes Dagny—one I quickly swallow with another kiss. Her chest heaves as Cyprien drags his tongue across her sweet pussy and thighs, cleaning some of the mess she made. Pleasure sparks behind my own eyes as Cyprien drags his tongue up her cunt. Her taste coats mymouth as he pushes his tongue deep inside her, lapping greedily at her walls.

“So fucking addicting,” he groans, pulling away from her reluctantly. He sits back on his heels, reaching up to the hem of his armor and pulling it down his torso. The glimmering fabric bends to his will, stretching impossibly wide and slinking from his limbs with ease. Cyprien tosses it to the side, palming his thick cock beaded with precum, his eyes trained on her pulsing cunt.

I pull away from her, my gaze drawn to Cyprien’s glowing yellow eyes. There’s an unspoken question swimming there—a plea for me to give in to this growing desire. I look back at Dagny. The thing beneath my skin burns, aching to be inside her, and I know if I can’t have her soon, I’ll die.

So when I crash my mouth against hers again, I know it’s over.

I broke.

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