Page 37 of Demonic Division

“Much better,” he groans, leaning down to place gentle kisses along my abdomen. “So beautiful…”

Lir releases a growl above my head, thrusting his cock several more times before pulling it from my mouth entirely. I suck in lungfuls of air, not noticing Lir crawling down to my hips and pushing Cyprien away. His cock slips from me, and Lir crawls between my open thighs, brushing the head of his own against my cum-soaked entrance.

“Did you forget?” he whispers, his voice like cooled silk against my skin. “You belong to both of us.”

I moan as Lir’s cock presses inside me, a deep sigh resonating within my chest at the feeling of completeness it brings. Like Cyprien, he moves slowly at first, increasing the pace only when he knows I’m ready. The thread pulling us together vibrates in satisfaction, fueling the passion igniting between us.

My head falls back against the blankets as my release builds, thrusting me toward the edge of oblivion. I want it so much—more than anything I’ve ever wanted. I need this forever, constantly, for the rest of my life. I want to live in it. To build a new existence around it.

The depth of the need should terrify me, but when it feels this good, my better senses cease to exist. That, or I never had them in the first place.

“Let me fill you,” Lir groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Come with me, little one. Fucking soak my cock.”

At his words, I obey. Pleasure sparks behind my lids as a moan rips into the air, one I don’t even realize is mine until Cyprien captures it with his mouth. Lir’s cock throbs deep inside me, filling me the same way Cyprien had and turning me into a cum-soaked mess.

A roar echoes from Lir’s open mouth, and his eyes glow impossibly blue as the last of his release shudders fromhim. Keeping his cock inside me, he lowers in a similar way Cyprien had, placing gentle kisses along my lower belly.

“Mine,” he growls, tongue dragging against my skin. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I whisper, my lids heavy in the aftermath. I blink slowly, my senses returning as Lir’s cock slips from my pussy. I glance down in alarm, a shock of fear replacing the pleasure filling me just a moment ago.

Sensing this, Lir leans forward, cupping my face in his massive, clawed hand. “Don’t worry, little one. There’s no actual risk of breeding you, likesomeoneinsinuated.”

Cyprien makes a face but doesn’t argue. “It doesn’t mean I can’t try.”

I breathe a laugh, relief easing some of the weight crushing my chest. Cyprien leans down, peppering my face with kisses, brushing his palms across my shoulders like I’m made of something precious.

Against my will, my lids begin to droop. I’m so safe, so warm and cared for in this space—in their arms. And suddenly, taking a little nap with two demons sounds like a great idea.

I roll to my side as Lir crawls to my back, plastering his chest to my back before pulling a blanket over us. A clawed hand slides over my stomach, nails raking lightly against my skin. Purring, Cyprien dives beneath the blanket at my front, his eyes gleaming bright as he leans forward and gently kisses my forehead.

The bond hums in satisfaction as the demons hold me. Their hands explore my body, but this time, there’s nothing sexual about it. It’s more like they’re memorizing every dip and curve, happy to lose themselves in the feel of my skin beneath their palms.

In the back of my mind, alarm bells are ringing at fullvolume—but even still, they fail to pierce the thick fog of my mind. There’s nothing and nobody I could want more than this right here, and I’m worried that as soon as this little bubble bursts, I’ll never have it again.

So I close my eyes, and I pretend everything is fine. That when I wake, there will be no consequences for what we just did. That I’ll be okay.

But reality is rarely so kind.

20

Cyprien

I wake to a beautiful dream.The bond purrs contentedly, vibrating beneath my skin as I wrap my arms tighter around the little human. Memories of the past few hours swarm my mind, and my cock twitches toward her, ready for more.

Dagny is a stunning woman, but she’s never as beautiful as when she’s squirting on my cock. The way her face twisted in ecstasy, the sounds that poured from her pretty little mouth… Gods, I’ve never experienced anything like it.

I need more.

A low growl echoes in my throat, waking Lir from his slumber. Piercing blue eyes open lazily, focusing on the little creature in his arms, on the swirling blue rune glowing faintly where her neck meets her shoulder. He blinks slowly, but his gaze grows hazier with each one. A low growl breaks the air as his claws extend, piercing Dagny’s skin and drawing pearls of blood to the surface.

Her eyes snap open with a squeal, and her body tenses, her gaze flitting wildly around the room as she tries to remember where she is. I cup her face, and at the feel of myhand, Dagny’s breathing calms. The silver around her pupils flares to life as she meets my eyes, and its beauty is enough to take my breath away.

“Bunny…” I brush my thumb over her cheek, and Dagny leans into my touch, allowing her eyes to close as electricity thrums between us. “How do you feel, beautiful?”

“Good,” she whispers, a small smile tipping her lips. “Really good.”

Lir leans down, kissing her shoulder with a pleased hum. “I’d like to make you feel even better.”

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