Page 33 of All the Devils are Here

Leaning in, his lips brushed my cheek and the corner of my lips before moving to my temple. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

He was gone, and Laurent was there, crouching, those eyes I’d dreamed about so many times so close. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Now I knew it was a dream. Laurent would never say that to me. Hell, he wouldn’t be here at all. But each of the four of them lit something within me, and this hurt no one.

No one but me, when I woke and remembered this was only in my mind.

“Yes,” I finally gasped. “Yes, I want this.”

My costume was gone, and the wood beneath me scraped my skin along with claws down my back. Fangs that dragged over my shoulder and a warm, powerful body. “Kitten,” the word was hot and heavy in my ear merely moments before I felthim.

Pushing deep in one thrust, and it was only pleasure. I couldn’t move, pinned by his body and his cock, held still by the chains. Ban didn’t hold back. It was all-encompassing and immediate. Pleasure flared behind my eyes, everything made sharper and brighter by his teeth on my shoulder, holding me in place while he rutted and fucked. At once he was unleashing himself and taking his time, pleasing no one but himself and what he needed to come.

It was the thought that sent me over, pleasure exploding behind my eyes and ravaging me. I couldn’t move the way I was pinned down, and it made everything that much more intense.

Trin and his tentacles appeared in front of me, and he was looking down at me with a playful smirk. His cock brushed my lips, and I opened, closing my eyes and savoring the way his tentacles wrapped around my arms and head, using them to fuck me.

Ban came, purring, and I couldn’t move or breathe, Trin driving himself into my throat. The new thickness I felt was Laurent—I knew it without having to see. The possessive hands on my hips and ass. It was him. He settled himself deeply inside me, and I was so full, even if Trin didn’t have his hands in my hair hauling me onto his cock, I wouldn’t be able to breathe.

But Laurent didn’t move. I saw Ariel in front of me, watching at a distance, but I also felt his hands on my ribs and his knees on either side of my hips. I was too full—it wouldn’t fit there.

It wouldn’t.

I gasped around Trin’s cock, because it did fit. Ariel’s cock sank into my ass and filled me to bursting. Pulling on the chains, I was going absolutely nowhere, and Ariel laughed. He was gone from where I’d seen him across the stage. Everyone was with me now, and a sultry voice spoke in my ear. “Nowhere to go, Meghan. Not until we’re finished with you. And I don’t think we’ll be done for a while.”

A moan slipped out of me, and Trin slammed home, coming in my mouth. I couldn’t even catch my breath, Ban taking his place, mixing the taste of me with Trin.

Laurent and Ariel began to move, and I was nothing but a molten creature of heat and pleasure. Nowhere to go, nothing to do but take everything they gave me.

And they gave me everything.

I faded into a place of nothing but joy and bliss, heat and stars. There was music too, but I could barely hear it over the pounding of my own heart. The pounding of other things, too.

My mind was open, accepting what they wanted and that it was enough. More than enough. They wantedmeand letting them take over was a relief and so much better than I imagined it could be.

Every sound they made, every time they came, every time they whispered heated words in my ear, I floated higher. I could live in this place forever, and since it was a dream, they didn’t stop. They didn’t get tired. It could have been hours or days, I wasn’t sure. All I knew was this was the happiest I’d been in a long time.

I didn’t want this dream to end.

Like the thought shattered everything, they vanished, taking my orgasm with them, the chains disappearing into darkness and dragging me down with them.

* * *

Why hadn’t I ever owned a cat?

That was my main thought as I surfaced from sleep, Ban’s deep, rumbling purr under my ear. The vibration was soothing and seemed to block out the thoughts which had been plaguing me. I didn’t even have any bad dreams.

Dreams.

Holy fuck. Yeah, I didn’t have any bad dreams last night. I had the best dream ever, and I was distinctly wet between my thighs because of it. Dream orgasms were amazing, but they left a little to be desired. My mind had come a hundred times, but my physical body hadn’t, and it wanted to.

Down, girl.

Trying to bring myself back to a normal, less aroused state, I focused on the purring cat beneath me.

I vaguely remember him appearing last night and accepting his warmth. It was still February in the outside world, but so far what I’d felt on the island felt like summer. I supposed that was par for the course for an island steeped in magic. But regardless, it was chilly at night, and curling up next to him was like curling up next to a pleasant, warm furnace.

Bright sunlight poured into the room, and I opened my eyes slowly. Ban was in his feline form and somehow wrapped around me like one of those gigantic pregnancy body pillows. It almost made me laugh.

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