Page 59 of All the Devils are Here

Trin didn’t stop kissing me as he carried me down a hallway into a room that was warm, the air steaming from the large pool that took up nearly half of it. There was a bed too—bigger than was strictly reasonable. My mouth was dry, and I wasn’t sure what was about to happen. All I was sure of was that I wanted them, whatever form that came in.

He went straight into the water, his form changing as we entered it. The pants he was wearing slipped away, and his tentacles were wrapping around my legs just like they had earlier.

It felt like a lifetime ago now.

Lifting me, he sat me on the edge of the pool and raised an eyebrow when he reached for my shirt. I nodded, grateful for Laurent’s foresight with the underwear.

Trin stared at me when it was gone. The lights on his tentacles pulsed in different colors, mesmerizing me.

“Trin,” Laurent said from behind me, and I turned to see him entirely naked and sitting on the bed, staring at the two of us. My jaw was on the floor and my gargoyle was smirking at me. “Did you know that Meg is a ballet dancer by trade?”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” I managed. “But I’m not sure—”

He lifted me just enough to strip the shorts off my hips before he sat me on the edge of the water again, multiple limbs curling around my legs and guiding them open until I was nearly in a split and entirely exposed. More tentacles wrapped around my hips, helping to balance, and two curled up and over my thighs, moving upwards. “That’s interesting,” Trin said, eyes gleaming. Everything had happened in seconds, and I was barely breathing.

“What do you say, Meg?” His lips were inches from mine, and it felt like his voice was music. Singing me into a place I’d never been before. “Is this all right?”

He was grinning as he asked, as if he didn’t know I was panting and waiting for whatever was going to happen next.

“You’re a siren,” I whispered.

“I’m not, but I have some of the same tricks.” He dropped a kiss on my lips and kept moving down my neck and across my collarbone. He was everywhere, the way he had me pinned open and also teasing me with his lips. “For example, the venom that allows you to breathe underwater? I have another venom too.”

“What does it do?”

He smiled into my shoulder. “It will make you beg,” he whispered. “The four of us won’t be enough for you until it’s over.”

Everything snapped in with clarity. There wouldn’t be any awkwardness or questions. He was offering me the gift of wanton abandon, so I didn’t have to think or worry about who or how or why. Just a night of pleasure with my mates.

“How long?”

Again, he smiled. “That depends on you, Meg. If it starts to fade and you want more?” Lifting his wrist, he showed me the small spike on the inside of his wrist. Running my fingers over it didn’t feel like anything. One flex made it extend, and it was suddenly sharp as a needle.

“Never,” he said. “Never again without your permission. But I thought—”

I grabbed his wrist, letting the spike jab into my palm. I was tired of being unsure and nervous. Let it take me away.

It was instant. The world took on a gorgeous shine, and all my worry dropped away. I felt good—I feltamazing—and all the pent-up arousal I’d been pushing down out of fear and the need to figure everything out came raging to the surface.

I gasped, and Trin dropped his mouth to my neck again. Just that single touch echoed through me, and I could feel it everywhere.

I could also feel every single sucker as they pulled at the skin of my legs. Those two arms on my thighs moved, suckers settling directly over my nipples and pulling. “Oh my god.”

“That’s it,” he said quietly.

I was wet, and it had nothing to do with sitting next to water. Trin looked up at me with those stunning inhuman eyes. “This is what I wanted to do yesterday.”

Placing a hand between my breasts, he pushed me backward until I was sprawled on the stone, and held there by each of his arms. And his mouth was on me.

Strong hands pushing my thighs even further apart, until I was extended further than a split, to the limits of my flexibility, and all I could even think about was that his tongue was slowly circling my clit.

So soft and gentle, it still rocked through me like I’d been edging myself for hours.

I supposed in a way I had been, and completely ignoring it.

“Please, Trin.”

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