Page 67 of Speak No Evil

We roar at the sight of her. Of our mate taking us so well. Not just taking us, but enjoying it.

“Perfect. Perfect mate. My mate,” he rumbles in time to my thrusts.

Her hips buck, and her cunt squeezes around me as she comes hard and screaming.

I roar with her, but do not allow myself a release.

Not yet.

While she still quivers, I lift her body and turn her over. She groans when I exit her body, and I, too, miss her wrapped around me. When she’s positioned the best, ass high and leaning over the ledge, I kick her legs out wider and plunge into her.

In this position, the piercings of this form should stimulate her sensitive flesh.

Her head snaps back as her back arches, pushing back into me with every stroke.

She groans, and the sound descends on us, feeling like a release through our whole body. The sound of her pleasure sinks into our flesh, somehow giving us pleasure as well.

He takes a breath, grabs her hips, and we let ourselves truly enjoy her.

He pulls her body hard against ours.

The noises she makes…

Depraved, unladylike, and entirely demon.

He fucks her like she’s the last hope for our immortal soul. Like she’s the dawn and we’re chasing her light. And I fuck her like a crazed demon who’s finally found his demoness mate.

Her body tightens around us, and both me and my primal self want so badly to come with her, inside her.

But she gave us permission to perform theraxclech.

The sealing of our bond.

She wails her pleasure to the sky and the space beyond. Her spasms bring our devastating orgasm, and when I pull out to release myself across her fuchsia back, he fills her with our cock-shaped tail.

Nice move, friend.

She screams anew, and I paint her flesh with our seed, roaring with her as insurmountable pleasure erupts through this body.

“My demoness!” his growl rattles the looses stones of the flat roof. “So good, so perfect. Perfect mate, my mate,” he says.

Primal hind brain knows what he’s talking about.

And we both agree that if Jade ever changed her mind, if she ever wanted to breed, we would make the most fearsome, most beautiful, most perfect demon children to ever exist.

But we’ll never tell her that.

The seed on her back glows with fuchsia and gold for a moment, then disappears, leaving a large demon-made tattoo on her skin.

It’s my sigil. Rather, our sigil, my brothers’ and mine.

And now Jade’s.

I flip her over, staring into her dazed gem-eyes, and kiss her mouth. I grab her face, pulling her into a deeper kiss and hind brain and I get dizzy from her spicy sweet flavor. When I pull away, she’s breathless, gaze clear but pupils dilated.

“Fuck, Vrahs, that was—”

I don’t hear the rest of her sentence because hind brain pushes her off the goddamn roof.

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