Page 42 of Degradation

My flush deepened. I wanted more of what Darian had done. It had felt so good to be bedded from behind.

He saw my flush and grinned. “Will you tell me if I do something you don’t like?”

I nodded and squeaked when he suddenly flipped me onto my stomach.

“Be a Lamb and get to your knees.”

On my hands and knees, I glanced at Darian beside me. He grinned lazily and reached out to trail a finger over my breast as Daemon knelt behind me.

“I hope we tied these ropes well,” Daemon said a second before he entered me. We both moaned at the sensation, and I felt my center clench around him.

He grunted and withdrew only to thrust in once more. The snap of his hips was fast and forceful, and his length surged deep within me. I cried out at the pleasure and gripped the bedding.

“She liked it,” Darian said softly.

“I could tell,” Daemon said roughly, withdrawing and snapping forward once more.

After that, he set a grueling pace. I gasped and panted as the pleasure danced just out of my reach until Darian’s hand shifted from my breast to that little bud in my folds. He circled it twice then gently plucked at it.

I came apart with a scream that echoed in the room and would have collapsed into the mattress if not for Daemon’s firm grip on my hips. His rhythm faltered after a few more thrusts, and I felt his pulsing release wash my insides.

He pulled me upright against his chest and kissed my cheek and neck.

“Beautiful,” Darian said, watching me. “Simply beautiful.”

Smiling weakly, I closed my eyes and leaned into Daemon, who guided us to the mattress.

Sleep tugged at me as they trailed their hands over my skin, soothing me. I felt their love—and the love of the other brothers in the house.

“Think the neighbors heard her?” Daemon asked softly.

“Wipe that smirk from your face. You can bet that Edmund’s already planning how to make her scream louder. How are we going to explain what’s happening here if they do hear?”

“We’ll need to find a way to keep her quiet when it’s his turn again.”

I shivered at how they might keep me quiet and at the thought that they were taking turns. Though I knew they meant spending intimate time with me, I thought of how Daemon had taken me immediately after his brother. He hadn’t been repulsed. No, he’d been eager. Very eager.

Wrapping my arms around his torso, I cuddled his chest and fell asleep to the feel of Darian gently washing me.

* * *

“How much longer do youthink she will sleep?” Garron asked softly.

“Go away,” Daemon mumbled.

“I’m worried.”

Darian sighed behind me and kissed my bare shoulder, reminding me I hadn’t bothered dressing before falling asleep.

Any embarrassment I would have felt was impossible with their ever-present desire teasing me.

“Are you worried we exhausted her or that her casting did?” Daemon asked from beneath me.

“Both, but mostly the casting.”

“Or perhaps I’m simply too lazy to leave this warm nest,” I said, lifting my hand to tweak Daemon’s nipple. He jolted underneath me, and I grinned before opening my eyes.

Garron was in the doorway with Edmund behind him.

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