Page 130 of All the Devils are Here

My pants came off, and the combination of all four of them aroused through the bonds wasn’t something I could fight against.

Laurent shoved my legs apart with his knees and leaned over me, wings spread, claws drawing down my thighs. “Good,” he said. Then he leaned in so he could whisper. “Now stay quiet while my tongue fucks your cunt. And the rest of us, too.”

I whimpered. “That’s impossible.”

His smirk had my body pulsing with need already. “I know. But you’re going to try anyway, right?”

I nodded and bit my lip.

My gargoyle slid down my body, kissing as he went. Slow and fluid movements, tongue teasing in all the right spots before he came back to kiss my lips. His eyes flared with heat, and his claw touched my clit, teasing me. I pressed my lips together, desperately fighting the urge to moan.

Laurent smiled. “Good girl.”

I was so fucked.

In spite of the way I struggled not to cry out, I was still smiling. This was exactly where I wanted to be.

EPILOGUE II

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MEGHAN

SIX MONTHS LATER

Istared down at the glossy flier advertising the season’s new ballets with all the beautiful promotional shots I used to be in. My chest ached with some grief, but it wasn’t as much as I expected. The main reason was that tonight was opening night, and I hadn’t missed one in years. Granted, I was usuallyinthem.

C’est la vie, as Laurent would say.

People knew I was still alive—I wasn’t quite ready to abandon life entirely. Janelle and Monsieur Chagny had been overjoyed and bought the story I spun of washing up somewhere and not knowing the language, which made it take forever to get back.

I wasn’t ruling out dancing forever, but at the moment I was happy and enjoying my time with my mates.

Ban threw himself down beside me on the sand and grabbed the brochure, tossing it aside. “You don’t need that, kitten.”

“Oh? What do I need?”

His tail twitched back and forth. “I think you need to be chased.”

“An interesting proposition.”

A month ago we moved to another island. This one bought by Christine’s mates. It was bigger thanMíann. By a lot. And thanks to magic and a little bargaining with some local spirits, we now had houses to die for on each side of the island, with a few more being built.

The Kings wanted to create a place for monsters like Ban, who were too inhuman to exist in society, but didn’t deserve to be banished for merely existing.

And we all loved it here.

They’d helped me get everything from my New York apartment through a portal into our house, and we’d done the same for Laurent. His practice would be missed, but he had no qualms about leaving it behind.

“What can I say to make the proposition better for you?” Ban asked, bracing himself over me.

I wiggled my toes in the sand, listening to the sound of the waves behind him. “You never have to make it better, Ban. I always want to be chased by you.”

The island—which we hadn’t named yet—was big enough to have room for chasing. It was big enough to do anything we wanted, and thanks to magic, we could have any season or climate which came to mind. Which meant there was an expanse of thick, humid forest before our house that Ban prowled in.

“Tonight,” I said quietly. “I think I’ll feel like a walk in the woods.”

He purred, lowering himself on top of me. “Naughty, kitten.” There was no hiding from each other. It made chasing so much harder, but I loved the thrill of feeling him hunt me.

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