Page 21 of Demonic Division (The Sundering Duet #1)

21

Dagny

“Hello? Is anyone going to fucking answer me?”

The brand-new voice is a distant echo in my mind. I’m too caught up in the feel of Cyprien and Lir to care—too lost to the pleasure of giving in to the bond after so long. Cyprien lazily drags his eyes over his shoulder, his mouth widening to a smirk as he addresses the intruder.

“ Roark. You’re just in time. Come and join us.”

Cyprien slides his cock up my center, drawing a breathy moan from my parted lips and making me forget all about the new demon. Lir continues to kiss along my shoulders and back, punctuating each one with a gentle nip.

Something in my chest snaps into place, and the new demon—Roark—steps past the threshold, pulled by that strange invisible force. He stops halfway across the room, shaking his head and causing some pieces from his topknot to fall loose around his face.

His mouth moves silently, the words lost to the intense ringing in my ears as Cyprien continues toying with me. When no one responds, he rolls his eyes. His chest expands with a mighty inhale, and he bellows Lir’s name .

At the sound, Lir snaps upright, his vision hazy as he blinks down at me. The light returns to his eyes, and Lir reels back, his mouth slightly agape.

“Oh gods… what am I doing?” Lir gazes down at his hands like they’re not his own, his face set in shock. “What have I done ?” Lir jumps away from me like I’m on fire, and my chest squeezes painfully at the loss.

Unlike the blue-haired counterpart, Cyprien stays latched on to me, his smirk widening. “No need to act so confused. You knew exactly what you were doing a moment ago.”

Now that Lir is no longer touching me, my senses return. Sight, smell, sound, and taste come rushing back—and along with them comes the embarrassment. Heat spreads across my neck and chest as I blink at the strange new demon, all too aware of my lack of clothing as his eyes skim over my body.

Bigger than Cyprien and Lir combined, the demon crosses arms the size of tree trunks as he surveys me with beautiful violet-colored eyes. A cloud of vapor billows out from his nose with each breath, partially obscuring a full black beard and flowing purple runes that cover the entirety of his neck and chest.

His eyes meet mine, and my breathing halts for several moments as that cord in my chest yanks violently. I wriggle weakly against Cyprien’s hold, mortification creeping up to my cheeks and coloring them a hot shade of pink. With a whine, Cyprien slides his hands to my hips, clawed fingertips digging lightly into my skin.

“And here I was thinking I’d have a peaceful evening after my hunt.” Roark looks between Cyprien and Lir, a heavy crease forming between his brows. “Someone needs to explain what the fuck is happening. ”

Cyprien whines but doesn’t say a word. Roark scoffs, turning his attention to Lir, who is still staring down at his hands in disbelief. “You good?”

“I… yes. No. I don’t know.” Lir drops his head into his hands, his voice coming out a tortured whisper. “Fuck, this is bad.”

Roark frowns. “There’s no shame in taking a woman, Lir?—”

“She’s not just a woman!” Lir snaps, his eyes glowing bright. “She’s Cyprien’s bonded! And now…” His eyes narrow, swimming with a tortured emotion. “Now, she’s mine, too…”

Roark looks at me, his eyes going wide as he catches sight of my shoulder—specifically, at the glowing blue rune pulsing beneath the skin. “ Bonded? But… she’s a human…”

“Her name’s Dagny,” Cyprien pipes up. “And I already called bunny for her nickname, so you have to pick something else.”

Roark just shakes his head, looking even more confused. “Why…? How did this happen?”

Lir lets out a low whine. “It wasn’t my fault! Honey… I thought she was out on a hunt! I had no idea she would… that she could…” He raises his head to shoot a glare toward Cyprien. When he speaks, his voice drips with venom. “It’s his fault. He was the one who started this mess. He can’t fucking control himself around her.”

“Please. You were the one who was all, ‘Nom nom nom, Dagny’s cunt.’” Cyprien smirks before burying his face in my neck. “The difference is I’m not holding it against you.”

Lir lets out a low whine, placing his face in his hands. “Kaebl is going to fucking kill me,” he murmurs, his voice heavily muffled.

Cyprien smirks, finding nothing but humor in the situation. “He did say you were supposed to watch her, not mount her.”

Lir’s eyes flick black, and he lunges toward Cyprien. Before he gets halfway there, Roark snags him midair, dragging him to the ground. Lir struggles against his hold, but it gets him nowhere. Several moments pass before his breathing evens out, and more until his eyes fade back to blue. Only then does Roark let him go, eyeing him warily as he dusts off.

“Are you calm?” he asks.

Lir gives him a terse nod, refusing to look at or speak to the purple demon. With a sigh, Roark rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “I need a fucking drink,” he announces. Turning on his heel, he stomps toward the door. He stops at the threshold, turning his head over his shoulder and making eye contact with me. “Anyone else who needs one is welcome to join me.”

He leaves, and an awkward silence envelops the three of us. I take my lip between my teeth, two pairs of eyes burning holes into my profile as I decide what to do. If I stay here, I’ll have to confront what just happened with the demons. But unpacking my feelings on the situation is the last thing I want to do right now—if ever. I don’t want to know why I’ve never felt alive before Cyprien and Lir touched me. I don’t want to understand my depraved desires. And I certainly don’t want to learn just how deep they go.

Without another thought, I shove my clothes on and race out of the room after Roark, twin gazes burning into my back the whole way.