Page 98 of All the Devils are Here

The fingers twisted, pushing firmly into my G-spot and making a delicious burst of light flare behind my eyes. Ariel’s hand tightened in my hair. “Oh, I think we can do both. You just won’t come until I do.”

“I—” Ariel’s smile was wicked. “I don’t like that you can feel what it does to me.”

“We both know that’s a lie.” It was. But it was still going to take some getting used to. “Go on,” he taunted me. The gleam in his eyes was challenging, and I liked it.

“Or what?” I asked. “Are you going to make me?”

The fingers in my pussy thrust deep again, and I had to close my eyes. “Let’s see,” he said. “Does my matewantme to make her?”

Even with phantom fingers, he could feel the way I squeezed him. I wanted everything. To take my time memorizing the way his cock felt between my lips. To have him take my mouth and use it the exact way he wanted to. To climb on top and ride him like I was queen of the world.

“Open your mouth,” he said, words soft, feeling what I wanted in this moment.

I did, and he guided me down onto his cock with gentle strength. Farther than I’d pushed myself. All the way, down and down and down until I didn’t think I could go further. And I didn’t have to because my lips met the skin of his stomach.

My eyes flew open. Was that a mate thing? Because I wasn’t about to be humble and say I didn’t give fucking amazing head, but I’d never been able to take an entire cock.

His hand in my hair, I couldn’t pull back. And as he thrust upward with his hips, forcing the tip of him deeper, he moved the wisp of power that was teasing me. Oh my god.

Already my body was learning exactly how to respond to him, and he was learning exactly what made me tick.

Ariel’s other hand joined the first in my hair, hauling me up for a breath. But only for a moment before he brought me back down, driving upward into my throat and almost growling. “I’m not going to last long. Not with the way your throat hugs me, Meghan.”

The way he used my full name when he wanted my full attention or when he was trying to turn me on worked every. fucking. time.

He was teasing me just enough to make me moan and keep my mind split between the two sensations of being fucked in both places, but he wasn’t driving me to an orgasm. He was putting me on edge and making mecravean orgasm. But he said I wouldn’t come until he did, and I didn’t doubt he would keep his word.

“Fuck.” He moaned the word, fingers tightening and holding me deeper. I was running out of air, but I wasn’t afraid of this. “Fuck.” He shouted, heat spilling into my throat as he held me still. I could barely taste him as I swallowed him and raised myself, gasping for breath.

“Now.” I lifted into the air and shrieked as I was rearranged. Ariel sank back down onto the bed, and my knees landed on either side of his shoulders. “About your turn.”

“What are you doing?”

“If it wasn’t clear I’m about to make myself drown in your cunt, I need to change some things.” He arched his neck and licked me, drawing a gasp. “But I need you to come down here.”

My whole face flushed with heat. I grabbed the headboard and resisted the way he was pulling my hips down. “I can’t sit on your face, Ariel.”

“Why not?” He chuckled. “I’m obsessed with the way you taste, and I don’t need to breathe. Even if you could suffocate me, it would be a temptation to die while sucking your clit.”

“Ariel—”

“I think Laurent agrees, don’t you?”

I looked over my shoulder to find Laurent in the doorway, watching. “I think I can agree with that.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “Need anything?”

“We’re good.” My voice was too high and strained, and Laurent just smirked at me.

“Actually, our mate is a bit resistant tositting on my fucking face. Help me out?”

I looked down at Ariel. “You think he’s going to help you?”

“Of course I will.” Laurent was behind the bed, and my wrists were in his hands before I could register how quickly he’d crossed the room. Without any leverage, Ariel pulled me down onto his mouth and consumed me. I cried out, heat and desire building under my skin. He’d already primed my body to explode, and now I was just a burning fuse.

Laurent’s free hand curled around my neck and I was staring into my gargoyle’s eyes while my spirit fucked me with his tongue. “Why didn’t you want to sit?”

He was going to ask me that question right now? I shook my head. “I couldn’t.”

“Ariel looks happy,” Laurent said. “Making a meal out of you.”

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