Page 41 of Degradation

Daemon captured my chin, and his mouth covered mine, swallowing the rest of my fears as he kissed me slowly. Sweetly. I felt his desire, but more than that, I felt his love for me. His concern. When he pulled back, he kissed my forehead, my nose, then my chin.

“Never doubt what we feel for you. It’s real. It’s not because of some spell. You are witty, exciting, challenging, and sweet.”

“So sweet,” Darian said, kissing the back of my neck. “The looks you give can stop my heart and melt my insides. It’s you, Princess—just you—that is enthralling, not your magic.”

“And we know what you feel for us is love. If it weren’t, the spell would have never broken.”

Daemon’s words soothed a very concerned part of me. When he kissed me again, I answered the kiss, meeting his tongue with my own. Darian’s fingers plucked at my lacings and slowly freed me of my dress and shift so he could trail kisses over my shoulders and down my back.

Their desire wrapped around me, tingling under my skin. This time, I felt the subtle way I consumed it. It wasn’t that I pulled it in; it melted into me.

Darian kissed the sway of my spine and nudged my legs apart. When his fingers parted my folds, I groaned into Daemon’s mouth.

Daemon’s lips left mine, and I panted as he kissed my neck and palmed my breast.

“The bed,” he said against my skin.

I nodded and found myself swept up into his arms. Darian swore as I was taken away from him, and I turned my head to watch him lick his fingers. It ignited me from the inside, and my hunger for them consumed me. I needed them. Their desire. I needed them mindless with it.

Daemon lay me on the bed, and I threaded my fingers in his hair as he leaned over me to bring his mouth to mine. The hunger with which I kissed him drew another groan from his lips and he palmed one of my breasts.

Darian’s hand closed over my knee, guiding it to the side. I tore my mouth from Daemon’s, and meeting his gaze, I said, “Taste me as it pleases you, Darian.”

They both swore under their breaths, and Daemon’s mouth closed over mine at the same time his brother’s tongue laved my folds. I took what they gave. Each moan and caress. Their desire filled me. Fed me. Inflamed me.

I shattered at the feel of Darian's tongue delving deep inside of me, and Daemon swallowed my scream. The sensation was still rippling through me when Darian’s mouth left my skin and he joined us on the bed. Daemon rolled me toward him as his brother held me from behind.

“Tell me if this is too much,” Darian said, lifting my leg back over his and slowly entering me from behind.

I groaned at the sensation and opened my eyes to look at Daemon.

Naked, he stood beside the bed, watching his brother slowly thrust into me. My gaze dipped to his hard length, and I felt myself flush. He held out a hand. I slipped mine into his and let him draw my top half away from Darian and closer to the edge of the bed.

Darian groaned and thrust deeper with the new angle, his fingers gripping my hips tightly.

“Do you like it?” Daemon asked.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Do you need more?”

“Yes.”

I tugged him toward me, my gaze locked on his hard length. Their desire tripled, filling the room. I couldn’t draw a breath without tasting it. And when my mouth closed over Daemon, I feasted. The taste of him on my tongue seemed to unleash something within me. It hungered in a way that should have terrified me. Yet, with Daemon gently caressing my cheek and holding my braid, it didn’t.

Finding my release for the second time, I shattered around Darian, and Daemon withdrew from my mouth despite my weak protest. A moment later, I felt Darian’s release. He groaned and kissed my neck.

“You are everything to us, Princess.”

I felt him withdraw while the hunger still clawed at me. I struggled to push it back, but it wouldn’t listen. It needed. I needed.

I looked at Daemon, letting my gaze convey what I couldn’t say aloud.

“Do you need more, Lamb?” he asked.

I nodded. He fetched a cloth from the washbasin and gently cleaned me. The rough texture of the cloth over my sensitive skin sent shivers through me.

“There,” he said, tossing it aside. “Tell me what you want.”

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