Page 35 of Demon Loved
“Well, if they are hunting their Center because she’s nearby…then they’re vulnerable.” He’s contemplative, scratching at the stubble that dots his square jawline.
“No, you’re missing the point! You all need to focus on who is attackingyou. Since it’s obvious that way too many angels have motive, we need to stick to some other determining factor. Like location. Is there a way to see which angels have been dispatched where?”
Raz’s eyes fall on me, and I swear the look on his face is pure sin. He gives a slow, naughty grin, the kind that makes me feel like there’s a blowtorch inside of me that’s burning my panties away. “Does our little princess want to sneak into heaven and steal things?”
Akor shifts me on his lap, turning me to face forward, and then spreading my legs so that they fall on either side of his. I can feel his huge bulge grow against my ass, and he brushes aside my hair to whisper in my ear, “We like it when you think naughty, cherry.” His hand slides down my hip and starts to drag up my navy blue skirt.
Oh my god. I think I like it when I think naughty too.
Kastros’s eyes darken as he watches, and when Akor hitches my skirt up over my thighs so my panties are on display, I see my vengeance demon’s irises flare red. That sight makes my throat go dry with longing, and I have no doubt that in the near future, red eyes will prime my body, make heat instantly flood my cheeks, and get me wet.
I lean forward on impulse, nearly abandoning Akor’s lap, but he doesn’t complain because my ass rises towards his face. He flips my skirt up and bites me through my panties just as my lips connect with Kastros’s.
My huge vengeance demon grunts in satisfaction and wraps a thick hand around my neck as we kiss gently. His hand squeezes my throat lightly, adding just the tiniest bit of threat to the situation, though I know he’d never hurt me. He’s just softly reminding me that he can make me do whatever he wants. And for some reason, that makes me so incredibly hot.
I break our kiss for one second in order to stare into his eyes and let Kastros know exactly what he means to me. Then I turn my head and call out, “Van.”
That’s all it takes. One little word, and my lust demon, who was watching—and I think possibly jerking himself off—in the backseat, comes rushing forward to the middle seat. He kneels on the carpet in between the middle bench where I’m perched and the back of the passenger seat next to me. “Yes?” he questions, and suddenly, I feel embarrassed about what I wanted to ask him to do. Which is ridiculous. Why should I feel embarrassed about asking Van to go down on me when Akor has now bared my ass and is kissing it?
But my brain is stupid, we know this, and it chooses this moment to feel timid and shy. I glance down at the van floor and feel my cheeks flame.
Raz understands what I want, though. He knows me, perhaps a little better than the rest, because he’s seen me in my dreams. “Pull her panties down all the way,” he orders.
My eyes fly to the murder leader, who has gotten his phone out, recording me with one hand as he strokes himself through his jeans with another. “Kastros, rip off that shirt. I want to see her tits.”
I brace myself on the center console as both the other demons follow orders. Van gently slides my panties down my legs, leaving them around my ankles, while Kastros grabs my shirt in both hands and rips it with a single, sharp tug.
“Yeah, that’s it. Now, Van, I want you to tease her. Don’t touch or tongue that clit until I tell you to,” Raz commands. “Kastros, suck those pretty nipples. I want to watch you tug them hard too. And, Akor, tease that ass. Prep it. I want to film your finger pumping in and out of it.”
My eyes widen, and I mean to protest that ass bit, I really do, but Kastros sets his lips on my nipple at the same moment that Van’s tongue reaches out and laps a teasing line over my slit, stopping just short of where I want him. Thoughts scatter like birds taking to the air, and the inside of my mind becomes a random cacophony of featherlight touches and coos erupting from my lips.
They tease so damn well. Van zigzags his tongue back and forth over my pussy lips but doesn’t delve inside, doesn’t lap at me in a steady rhythm like I desire. Akor’s teeth skim my ass cheeks and provide extra sensation as Kastros’s suction on my nipple has me trying to twist and writhe just to get a little bit more sensation. I’m almost there. But not quite.
Impatience buzzes inside of me like a bumble bee, and my nerve endings spark like live wires with frayed ends, popping and hissing and shooting out tiny yellow flashes of fire on the side of the road in the middle of a snowbank. My nerves are searching for a connection, some way to complete the circuit and light me up. Instead of saying a word of protest about Akor’s mouth, which is now lapping at the crease of my ass, I just manage a breathy moan. “Raz.”
My murder leader surges forward briefly to plant a sharp, chaste kiss on my lips before leaning back again to direct everything.
“Kastros, switch sides.”
The suction I felt on my right breast disappears, and I want to surge towards Kastros and tell him not to go…it was just getting good. But Van’s hands on my thighs hold me in place, and his teasing tongue slips inside me for a minute. The moan that rips out of me is as loud as any girl on a porno (yes, I watch porn. Don’t judge me. We know you do too, Karen), but zero percent fake. Everything feels so damn good. I can’t think to do anything more than shift one of my hands from the console to Raz’s seat back so that I have something I can squeeze and claw.
“Yes, turn towards me, princess. Let me see it better,” Raz mutters. “Let me watch those breasts bounce as you go wild and fuck Van’s mouth.”
I can hardly hear him, because Akor has just started using a very wet finger to rim my ass. At first, the sensation shocks me and sends my eyes wide. I’m not sure if I like it or not. But when Kastros’s lips find my left nipple and he sucks hard, I find I change my mind. The sensation from both sides is so different, but both send tendrils of excitement shooting up my spine until my nervous system is on overload.
For once, no stupid decathlon facts flood my mind. Only an impatient whine leaves my lips, because Van’s tongue still hasn’t touched me where I need it. He pumps his tongue in and out of me, and it’s soo, soo good, but it’s not my clit.
“Raz, please,” I beg.
“Tell me what you want, princess. And make it dirty.” Raz lifts the phone so he captures my face as I whine.
“Please tell Van to suck on my clit. Please tell him to stick those fingers inside of me and fuck me…” I lose the thread of my begging when Akor plunges the tip of his wet finger into my ass. I give a tiny yelp and jump, which makes Kastros’s lips tug even harder on my nipple…and that feels so amazing that I throw my head back and do it again. I gently move up and down so that sharp pinch at my nipple travels down and somehow meets the very sensitive ring of my ass. It’s like tiny fireworks…the homemade kind that you shoot off in the backyard. Pretty, but not quite mind blowing.
I turn my head back to Raz, and this time, I don’t beg. I fucking growl. “RAZ!” If my eyes could turn red like a demon’s, I’m sure they’d be fucking pools of lava right now.
Raz’s smug grin doesn’t help matters. He waits a second, holding my gaze, before he says, “Van, give our princess what she wants.”
Fuck yes.
