Page 81 of Run Like the Devil

The sight of Tyrus stretched out beneath Loch was something I would have never imagined to be as enticing as it was. Tyrus had pissed me off enough times, had proven himself a more than capable adversary time and time again.

I never would have thought we would end up like this. The warmth of his leg pressed against the inside of my knee, since I straddled his legs behind Loch.

His body was impressive, especially given I had never truly seen it before. He always wore his suits, always looked presentable and untouchable. I never would have thought to see him so undone, so unguarded.

He breathed heavily, his muscles twitching, his wings shifting as if it took everything he had to remain still.

And wasn’t that a testament to his self-control? That he could offer himself up to Loch, that he could let her use him as she pleased?

Could I ever do that?

I wanted to say yes, to claim there was nothing Tyrus was capable of that I could not do just as well if not better, but I doubted it. I didn’t think my patience ran so deep that I wouldn’t grab her, lift my hips, and take her just as hard as I wanted when driven to the mindless place Tyrus was.

As proof of my own shortcomings there, I had reached my limit when it came to waiting.

I grasped Loch’s hips and pulled her back, smiling at the way Tyrus and her made nearly identical sounds of disappointment.

Not that it was going to dissuade me in the least.

“Since having your ass tonight is not possible, I wish to fill you in another way,” I whispered as I pulled her into my lap, though I still rested on my knees. It only took a moment of shifting her before I forced my shaft into her waiting cunt, before her tight warmth enveloped every inch of me.

And I didn’t hide my groan at the feeling, wanting her to know exactly how much I enjoyed it.

I peered over her shoulder, down at Tyrus whose eyes reflected the dancing flames, who looked ready to pounce and fight over her.

“I wouldn’t mind a few rounds with you,” I said, “but I don’t think that is needed.” I reached up and hooked two fingers past her lips again, using the grasp to open her mouth like a peace offering. “I believe you’ll find this more than satisfactory, won’t you?”

Tyrus dropped his gaze from my eyes to Loch’s mouth, and the way his body tensed said he was more than willing to accept that idea.

He rolled to the side and hopped to his feet in a motion so fluid as to be impressive. He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking himself slowly as his gaze moved over Loch.

Then again, she was in my lap, filled by my cock. Would Tyrus take that well? There was, as always, a chance that foolish things such as jealousy could cause a problem that might ruin the moment.

Except, the dark of Tyrus’ eyes filled with even more lust, as though he found the situation more arousing than he would have ever expected.

Though I understood that—there was something undeniably primal about watching this, as if we had cast aside all those rules society had taught us and embraced our animalistic sides instead.

I grasped Loch’s hips, keeping her from moving too much, choosing to pull her only a short distance from me before yanking her back, trying to get deeper inside her.

Tyrus came closer, looming over both of us. At any other time, I would have found this position unacceptable. I knelt on the ground, and Tyrus basked us in his shadow, silhouetted in darkness from the fire behind him. It was a vulnerable place, and I would have never thought I’d willingly remain like this, that I could trust Tyrus.

Was it Loch? Did she distract me with her body? Had she created some bond between the other Lords and me? Did I simply trust Tyrus now?

I had no answer, so instead, I focused on the sensation of Loch’s tight, hot cunt wrapped around my cock.

Tyrus came closer until he grasped Loch’s chin, his touch surprisingly gentle. He used the grip to make her lean forward, then traced her lips with the head of his cock.

Loch parted her lips, but didn’t struggle, didn’t try to get more or less.

Well, other than darting her tongue out, that edge of mischievousness that she would never rid herself of. Even when Loch submitted, that troublesome side of her would likely never disappear.

The change between them as they switched positions was fascinating, the way Tyrus had gone from giving to taking, from beneath her to above. Perhaps they worked so well together because the two of them could trade back and forth, because they were equal in power and stubbornness.

“Do you feel better?” Tyrus asked, his voice deeper and rougher than usual.

Loch nodded, her eyes drugged by the moment.

The corner of one side of his mouth tipped up, the expression so subtle it would have been difficult for anyone who didn’t know him well to see it. Somehow, seeing Tyrus sweet and caring was strange, something I never expected to witness, but it also fit him in a strange way.

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