Page 60 of All the Devils are Here

“Please what?” The vibration of his voice was like a fucking vibrator because of this venom in my system, and all I had left to give was a moan. His answered mine as he sealed his mouth over me and sucked, pulling in time with the suckers on each of his tentacles. My body arched, nearly sent into overload from that. It was like my clit was being tasted in a hundred places.

“I didn’t think it was possible for you to taste better than I imagined, but it is,” he murmured.

Need rose under my skin, and I understood what he meant now. I could come in a second, and it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough.

My hands were free, and I reached, not fully sure what for. My fingers met velvet. The back of Ban’s hand. His golden eyes were right next to mine, shining like he was prowling in the dark.

All at once, I imagined him hunting me, but not to kill. For everything else.

The tip of a tentacle brushed my bottom lip, dragging my gaze back to the monster between my legs. Bright eyes looking up at me, mouth sealed over my clit. He moaned as he sucked.

The same arms that had been teasing my nipples curled beneath me, pushing me up so I could see him—see myself spread in front of him like a feast.

The golden shine on the world rolled outward, pleasure crashing through me harder than the storm that sank the ship. All the pent up tension spinning through me and out, dragging my voice from me so it echoed through the room.

It coalesced and broke apart in shimmers. Trin released me, arms moving to bring my legs together and make me slip back into the water with him. My arms ended up around his neck, and it felt like we were permanently tangled with the way he was entirely twisted around me.

“Wow,” I murmured.

“Mmm,” Trin dragged his hands down my ribs. “I’ll happily share you, mate. But I want you to imagine the things I’m going to do to you when we’re alone.”

His voice was even more musical right now, allowing images and desires to bloom in my mind. A thousand possibilities for him and these eight arms of his, and I hadn’t even seen his cock yet. Shuddering, I twisted up, searching for his lips, and he met me halfway, mouth crashing down on mine with fire that met mine head on.

“Get out of this water,” he threatened, loosing the tentacles from my body. “Or I’m not letting you go.”

“What would that look like?”

My eyelids were heavy and my entire body was warm, drugged on his venom and the desire already reaching again. Yearning. I needed more.

“Dragging you down to the bottom where you’re weightless and breathless and fucking you until you tell me to stop.” His grin was wicked. He could make my body breathe water. Combined with this venom? It would be incredible.

Lust slammed into me like I’d been struck, and my entire body shook. “Go to them,” Trin whispered.

I managed to step away from him, but not before a tentacle slipped between my legs and created brief, delicious suction on my clit. Stumbling, I reached the stairs out of the pool.

Trin wasn’t done with me tonight. I knew that. If I hadn’t, I wasn’t sure the venom in my veins would have let me walk away. But I needed more.

Ariel caught me just outside the water, swirling from smoke into man and back. Just enough man that I could feel him, long and hard behind me, and smoke enough that he could pull my legs apart as easily as steady me. My arms were behind my back, held by his misted ropes, while his real hand rose gently to my throat.

“What do you like, Meg?” The words were soft and silver.

“Everything.” Right now it was everything. But I knew what I craved, and it was what they were giving me. The idea of someone paying such close attention to me and my body that they knew it better than I did. I fantasized about being the absolute center of someone’s world, and them showing me it was the truth. I wanted to be cherished and fucked. I wanted to be able to trust enough to surrender.

Ariel laughed in my ear. “Everything?”

I felt him at my entrance, his mouth dropping a kiss on my shoulder as he leaned down in order to thrust up. All the way into me. It might have hurt if I wasn’t riding the high of Trin’s power, but I was, and that made Ariel’s single thrust echo through my body like lightning.

I arched backward, on the edge of another orgasm, mind drowning in the sound of Ariel groaning into my neck. “Fuck, Meg.”

The way he was holding me now—making sure I couldn’t move as he began to thrust—was so opposite of the first time he’d held me. There was nothing painful about this.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered, and I saw Ban in front of me. There was a feral gleam in that gold gaze as he sank to his knees, and Ariel reached down, spreading me open for my other mate.

The brush of his tongue was rough and long—so fucking long it felt like it never ended. Rougher. Not quite a true cat’s tongue, butfuck me, it felt incredible.

He was purring, and I was pulled in a thousand directions. The texture on my swollen, sensitive clit, along with Ariel’s long strokes had me shaking, and yet I couldn’t move, the way he held me.

“I want to mark you,” Ariel whispered. “I want you to feel me and crave me the way I crave you. When we leave this place I want the world to know you’re fuckingmine.”

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