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His answering grin was feral, and he leaned over me to pull a bottle of lube out of his nightstand.

“You’re asking for trouble, baby. It's almost like you want me to be rough with you.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m starting to think you don’t know how. Biting isn’t what I’d call–” My voice cut off, a strangled sound escaping me as he pushed a finger inside me. He gave no warning, and he wasn’t nice about it. I had only myself to blame for pushing him, but I wasn’t going to apologize for it. I was doing what the damn vision said to do.

“You were saying?”

“Fuck y–”

A groan ripped from my throat as he pushed another finger in with the first. He backed off only for a second before shoving back in. Lightning shot up my spine as he brushed over my prostate. I’d found it before on my past partners, but never my own, and any and all protests about my current position disappeared. I groaned as he pumped his fingers, just rough enough to make me shiver. It burned when he added a third finger, but he kept stroking my prostate and teasing my cock with little licks that were almost torture, until I was pushing back for more.

When he withdrew his hand, I choked down a protest. I wasn’t going to admit to him how much I liked that. How badly I wanted him to touch me again. I hated myself for it, and I growled when he moved off the bed.

“Relax, baby. You’ll get what you need in a second.”

“Fuck off,” I snarled. His condescending shit pissed me off and distracted me from the turmoiled reaction to his touch. Which was probably his goal, since he was fucking grinning at me.

When he stripped off his boxers, I sat up suddenly, frowning at him. “What is that?”

He arched an eyebrow, a smug look on his face as he stroked his cock, almost hiding the discovery from me.

“Want a closer look?”

I narrowed my eyes. I was curious, but I got the feeling that if I asked, he’d make me get on my knees to get a good look. What little I saw was still shocking, though. And despite the promise in his eyes, I had to get a better look.

“Show me.”

He smirked. “You look like you already know what I want first.”

With a growl, I shoved myself off the bed and dropped to my knees. I wasn’t kind when I fisted him, but he didn’t seem to mind the rough touch, groaning as I stroked over him. His dick was pierced. I’d never seen anything like that. And it wasn’t just once. Little silver balls ran along the underside of his cock in two rows, including one through the head.

“Why would you do that? Doesn’t it hurt?”

He hummed, his hand covering mine as he urged me to stroke him. “Hurt like a bitch when I got it done. But it feels good now. Makes me more sensitive. And my partners seem to enjoy it.”

Without thinking about it, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the piercings underneath. Declan groaned, but he didn’t let me explore for long. He fisted the hair on the back of my head, tugging hard enough to force me to look at him.

“The one choice you get tonight is how I take you. On your stomach or on your back. Hurry up or I’ll choose for you.”

The order burned against my mind, but I moved to lie on my stomach on the bed anyway, silently cursing Athena in my head.

I refused to look as Declan tore open the little foil packet. I knew humans used them to protect against diseases and technically he didn't need to use them with me, since demons can’t catch human diseases, but I didn't correct him. I wanted to get this over with more than I wanted to argue about protection.

My entire body tensed when the head of his cock brushed against my ass. I braced myself, willing him to get it over with, but he must’ve felt it because he didn’t move. He chuckled low, leaning over me to nip my earlobe.

“You really think I’m gonna do anything while you’re that tense?”

“Just fucking do it,” I snarled.

He hummed, running his hands along my spine, teasing my wings, and down to my ass and along my tail. With me refusing to look over myshoulder, I couldn’t tell what the hell he was doing. When he spread my ass cheeks, I thought he was finally giving in, but it wasn’t his cock that pushed inside me. It was his fucking tongue.

“Fuck!”

My body contorted in pleasure as he unleashed that teasing mouth on my ass. He licked, sucked, and nipped, until I was almost begging for more. I wouldn’t get off that way, but the torture had me riding the edge the entire time. A few strokes of my cock and I’d explode. He pushed his fingers back in, his tongue teasing the rim as he stretched me. And this time, when he pulled away, I couldn’t hold back my protest.

“No, don’t stop…”

His chuckle made me shiver, rougher than I’d expected. “I’m not going to stop. I’m just going to give you a different kind of pleasure.”