Page 89 of Laid Bare

Zane’s dicks are an afterthought as I lose myself in Bane’s kiss, feeling something deep inside click in place having these two demons here with me. He tastes like triple fudge brownies with a dollop of vanilla ice cream on top.Delicious.

My sex demon refuses to be ignored, restarting his path on my neck and marking me in his own temporary way as his.

The scratch of Bane’s beard leaves behind a sting that I want to feel between my thighs. Out of all the guys, he’s the only one with facial hair, and I won’t lie. I’m loving it.

“This is going to be hard and quick, pinky,” Zane mutters into my neck, shifting his hips. “I’m going to be a total asshole about it, too. There will be a lot of my magic in the air, and no foreplay. I hope you’re ready.”

“Hell’s bells, Zane,” Bane grumbles, pulling back. “She’s our mate; she deserves more than that.”

“I know that, dickweed. But it hurts, and I’m liable to start crying or go on a murder spree if I don’t come soon. And neither is a good option,” he pouts.

“Still—”

I jump in before this can turn into a damn brawl between my demons. “It’s fine. But you owe me, Dicky.” The glare he hits me with at the nickname should be downright illegal because it’s more sexy and less murdery than it should be.

“Deal. I’ll eat your pussy every morning for breakfast to make up for my rush.”

“I thought Bane was the one that made the deals?”

“Lucifer’s soggy scrotum,” he mutters under his breath. “No more questions, pinky. Just say ‘Dick me down, Zane’ and let’s do this,” he adopts a high-pitched voice, mocking mine.

“Snow, you don’t have to put?—”

“Dick me down, Zane,” I interrupt Bane, tossing him an apologetic smile. “Out, Aero.” He huffs, but he was already on his way out the door.

Smart Pegasus.

“Praise Lucifer’s leaky anal glands. Finally.” Zane snaps his fingers and, in a pop of hellfire, our clothes disintegrate from our bodies, leaving their bulky forms nude for my greedy eyes.

Magic explodes from beneath Zane’s pores, a red mist that blankets my skin, making my nipples tighten and leaving the bed beneath me soaked as he sends me straight into an orgasm without even touching me.

“Zane!” I scream in part surprise, part ecstasy.

“Fuck, your orgasm face is pretty, pinky. Give me another one.”

He stands up at the edge of the bed, giving me an unencumbered view of the double dicks he was talking about. Thick and long and just a shade darker than his red flesh, both cocks have rounded heads, and they’re leaking a clear fluid.

I lick my lips. I want to taste it.

“Nope. None of that, pinky. You can suck ‘em later.” Just the thought sends me spiraling over the edge again, my wetness soaking my thighs. “Bane, bring her here.”

“Are you sure about this, snow?”

“Dude. I’m about to kick your ass out of the room like Aero if you try to talk her out of this,” Zane growls. “I mean… look at my cocks. Pinky, they need you.”

I giggle, highly amused by Zane’s antics and the way he talks about his extremities like they’re living, breathing people and not extensions of his own body.

“It’s fine, Baney.” I climb into his arms, rubbing my soaked pussy all over his just-as-impressive single cock. “Let him get this out of his system, and then you and I can hide, and we can have some us time.”

“Nope.” Zane snatches me right off Bane, pinning me to the wall. “Less talky-talky and more fucky-fucky.”

I don’t get a chance to reply before both of his dicks are in a single grip and he’s rubbing them over my entrance. The clear fluid is just as slippery as lube, and it starts tingling as Zane forces himself inside of me. All of himself.

It doesn’t hurt like I thought it would,I mindlessly think to myself, loving the way he stretches my pussy to the max.

I’m so damn full, even fuller than with Luka and Axel, and Bane isn’t even inside me yet.

Zane beats my pussy into submission, literally. I’m so soaked that his two cocks slide in and out without resistance. Not that there was any in the first place with whatever the sticky stuff is that he produces.

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