Page 82 of Run Like the Devil

“Open for me, Little Demon.”

Loch did so without hesitation, and Tyrus immediately slid past her lips. There was a softness in his expression, such a dichotomy compared to the act between us.

I understood that, though. Did Loch not do the same for me? She seemed to allow everyone she met to expose a part of themselves that they’d always hidden away.

Loch placed a hand on Tyrus’ hips for balance—which was fair given how I moved her, chasing my own pleasure. She didn’t take Tyrus deep, instead seeming to focus on the head, teasing him, moving between pressing kisses over his length and wrapping her lips around him.

The sight made me worry I would not last much longer. She made for such a lovely, wanton sight between us. I wanted to see more of this.

I wanted to see her naked and spread out for all of us. I wanted to see her riding Tyrus with her hand around the front of his throat. I wanted to see her on her knees between two of us, trying to please us both. I craved seeing Hale between her thighs, licking her until she cried and begged for a rest.

In short? I wanted to see it all.

I grasped her free hand and brought it down between her thighs. “Let me see you come, Loch. I need to feel you tighten around me, to see you lose yourself to this moment entirely, to watch you drown in the pleasure.”

Her hand started to move, despite the fact that I couldn’t see it. Then again, Loch was the sort of woman who knew damn well how to please herself—yet another thing I adored about her.

She gasped, and when she opened her mouth wider, as if she couldn’t breathe, Tyrus took the chance to sink deeper into her mouth. His wings surrounded us, making me feel almost small in comparison. It was a strange feeling, but not one I minded. I had never been so close to a demon in this way…

I reached out and brushed a hand over the edge of his wings, surprised to find the leather warm. The wing twitched beneath my touch, and Tyrus let out a startled sound, something between a yelp and groan.

Then again, given how uncomfortable he seemed with this form, it hardly surprised me that he wouldn’t know exactly how sensitive wings were.

Angels didn’t mind toying with them, but Tyrus had far too many hang-ups to have ever explored.

Which gave me an idea, one I would have written off years before as perhaps the most foolish thing I could ever do. Yet, in this moment, I couldn’t stop myself.

I wrapped my free hand around his wing and tugged softly. I brought it away from the floor, the tip of it a sharpened claw, reminding me of a bat’s wing.

Feathers made certain activities more difficult, but the leather and scales of demon wings had an advantage. I showed that benefit when it shifted the tip of that wing up and ran my tongue over the clawed end, then pressed my lips to the edge. I sucked at it, leaving rough kisses along that neglected space.

I didn’t have to ask if he enjoyed it, because Tyrus answered by grasping Loch’s chin, sinking deeper into her mouth, and shuddering hard. The movement of her throat said she swallowed.

And whether it was that sight, or the way Loch tensed around me with her own release, or what I did to Tyrus’ wing, I didn’t know and truly didn’t care. Instead, I allowed my own release to tumble through me, taking the clawed tip of Tyrus’ wing past my lips, to suck harder at that lethal, dangerous part of him.

The sensation of filling Loch with my seed felt as life changing as it had before. I couldn’t have children, but that didn’t stop some strange instinct inside of me from needing to spill inside of her, from wanting to claim her, to cover her in my scent.

In fact, it made me want to see her covered in our cum, to have her claimed so fully that no one would ever think to take her away.

If anyone tried to get between Loch and us, they would never get the chance to make another mistake for the rest of their very short lives. The four of us had done so many terrible things, but those would seem like nothing compared to what we would do if anything tried to take this woman from us.

Chapter Nineteen

Loch

“I miss the murder house.”

“And to think you were so sure that it would end up killing you,” Gorrin said.

“Yeah, well, I got to take a bath. As it turns out, my price isn’t all that high.” As soon as I said that, it took me back to just how easy I really was.

I recalled waking sandwiched between Gorrin and Tyrus, my body well rested but sore and covered in more than a few bite marks. Clearly it didn’t take all that much to convince me of just about anything. Thank fuck I wasn’t a teenager still or any smooth-talking boy would have gotten a turn.

“We couldn’t just stay there forever,” Tyrus reminded me.

“It had water—hot water—and warmth and even a swing out front! We could have lived a very happy little life there.” My words even surprised myself as I spoke, especially because I couldn’t seem to stop them. “Just think about it? No Hubis, no Chasm, no enemies.”

“What about The Guardian?” Hale pointed out and gestured toward the fog, the familiar tentacle showing as if it had heard us call it.

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