Page 78 of Run Like the Devil

Gorrin broke the kiss, slid his fingers from Tyrus’ mouth and shifted behind me, the warmth of his chest pressing against my back. He slid his hand around me, his fingers leaving trails of heat in their wake.

He grasped my waist with one hand, while his other cupped my breast. With his grip, he helped me rock my hips, sliding me forward and back again, grinding Tyrus’ cock against me.

I tipped my head back, resting it against Gorrin’s shoulder. He closed his fingers on my nipple, the sharp pain surprising me enough to snap my eyes open.

“You don’t want to miss a moment of this, do you?” Gorrin whispered into my ear.

I looked down, realizing what he meant.

Tyrus looked amazing beneath me. He rolled his hips up, as if he couldn’t stand to remain still a moment longer, as if he were starving for the contact. His dark eyes reflected the light from the fire, and they were locked on me. The muscles of his abs shifted, tense from his efforts to submit, to let me do as I pleased, and for a moment, I almost laughed.

I thought about all the civilizations through time that had made sacrifices to gods and devils and demons. I’d never understood it before, but I had to admit…Tyrus would make for a fine sacrifice.

I was pretty sure I’d be willing to make a few deals and offer a few favors in exchange for this.

Tyrus paused, looking up at me. “I don’t know if I care for that smile.”

I didn’t bother to hide anything—what was the point?—so I leaned in closer, Gorrin’s hand slipping from my breast as I did so. Even still, Gorrin kept me rocking against Tyrus, so that fire inside me never died down.

I licked across Tyrus’ bottom lip. “I was just thinking that you’d make a wonderful sacrifice to me. You know, like in the old days where they’d offer up virgins to appease the gods.”

Tyrus snorted softly, though the sound broke off when Gorrin pressed me forward far enough that I lost contact with Tyrus’ cock. Still, Tyrus spoke, his voice strained. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not a virgin.”

“Well, no one’s perfect.” I kissed Tyrus more fully since I was closer, and something about kissing him like this, something about feeling in control above him turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected.Hale had done as I’d wanted, but he’d never fully given himself up. He’d licked me because he’d wanted to as well, turned on by my aggressiveness.

Tyrus gave in fully, surrendering himself to me.

He grasped the nape of my neck, holding me to him as if afraid I’d get away. He deepened the kiss, and I parted my lips for him, giving him access to anything he wanted.

A quick, sharp pain in my tongue made me try to yank back, but Tyrus held fast. Copper filled my mouth, the familiar taste of blood. Tyrus didn’t stop his kiss, though, and it let me figure it out.

His teeth had sharpened, a sure sign he was losing his battle with his demon form. It reminded me of when we’d slept together that first time, when he’d refused to let me see him like that, when he’d kept my gaze forward.

With him pinned beneath me, he couldn’t hide anymore, so I flattened my hand against his chest and yanked back. I probably wouldn’t have even considered forcing the matter at any other time, but something about being above him, about having him beneath me, made me want to see every part of him, especially the ones he wanted to hide.

And seeing him was worth it.

He was beautiful in such a dark and twisted way,

Where my demon form looked mostly human—just with wings, fangs and claws—Tyrus was a far different matter.

He appeared snake-like. His eyes were narrowed, and while they remained dark, the pupil was now slitted.

He had a beautiful, lethal quality to him, his skin having grown a sheen. I stroked my fingers over his chest, noting the change in texture. It was darker, and it seemed like his skin had changed into something that resembled incandescent scales. He twisted slightly, arching his back, because those leathery wings had appeared. Thankfully, they seemed to rest flat beneath him comfortably.

His face resembled his normal one enough that I’d recognize him in this form easily, but the details were different. His eyes had changed, but only his canine teeth had shifted. The rest were still flat, but now he had two long fangs, furthering his resemblance to a snake.

He stared at me, silent, as if waiting to see how I’d react. Would I turn and run? Would I cast him away?

I nearly laughed at the stupidity of that worry. If anything, this side of him excited me even more. It seemed so fitting to the man I knew.

Tyrus wasn’t someone cuddly and cute. Even though he could be kind, he could treat me carefully, I wasn’t stupid enough to think he wasn’t every bit the cunning snake. I could think of no more fitting creature than this for him.

Still, I knew I couldn’t convince him of that with words alone, so I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his left fang, teasing it to convince him that it didn’t bother me. I expected him to enjoy it, but I sure didn’t expect it to affect me like it did.

My pussy tightened as if to remind me that it was still waiting for some action.

Tyrus released a sound so similar to a growl, a sign that he enjoyed the touch as much as I did. The next sound he made was almost a hiss, though, and I didn’t have time to wonder what that was caused by before Gorrin pressed a hand to my back, pushing so my back arched, my hips raising a little.

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