Page 33 of Demonic Division (The Sundering Duet #1)
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Dagny
The room spins in and out of focus as Cyprien lowers his face to my pussy, his eyes shining with a ravenous glint. I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can’t do anything other than buck my hips toward him, needing to feel his mouth on me.
That thing in my chest thrums violently—pushing wave after wave of heat through my veins until it has no choice but to explode in a blinding show of silver light. It feels good , but it’s also fucking terrifying. Only, right now, I can’t find it in me to care about anything other than the pleasure the three demons are bringing me.
Cyprien drags his tongue up my center, swirling gently around my clit and sending a bolt of electricity to my core. He continues toying with me, each teasing sweep causing my muscles to convulse and my back to arch as bright silver stars line my vision.
A deep moan bubbles from my lips as Cyprien dips a finger inside, though there’s no pain from his claw like I expect. He hooks the pad up and back, pushing relentlessly against my spot as his tongue swirls my clit, adding fuel to the fire burning in my veins. Blinding silver light blocks my sight as I fall over the edge, and I’m lost to anything other than the feel of Cyprien’s tongue flicking and lapping at my gushing pussy.
When I come to and the room ceases its relentless spinning, Cyprien has replaced his fingers with his tongue. He pushes it deep inside me, dragging the pad against my walls as his eyes roll to the back of his head, and a possessive growl rumbles in his throat.
“ You taste even better when you’re dripping with my cum, little one, ” he murmurs, dragging his tongue up my center once more to prove his point. “Fucking addicting.”
Lir growls from somewhere just to my right, and I whip my head over to find his sapphire eyes trained on Cyprien’s face buried in my pussy. My eyes trail down his chest and straining abdomen, locking on the monstrous cock pulsing between his thighs, the tip swollen purple and beaded with precum. His clawed fist is wrapped around it and stroking slowly, each one punctuated with a low whine that echoes off the walls and buries deep beneath my skin.
The sound calls Cyprien’s attention away from me for a moment, and his mouth widens into a grin at the sight of Lir’s shuddering form. “No need to be shy, Lir.”
“Greedy bastard,” he growls, his skin shuddering with the effort to keep his transformation at bay. Lowering onto all fours, he crawls slowly over to us, stopping to shove Cyprien out of the way. With a devious smirk, Cyprien obliges, moving off to the side just for Lir to take his place between my thighs. Instead of lying down like Cyprien, Lir goes to his knees, then leans over, sliding his hands under my arms and hoisting me onto his lap.
At the sudden change, a squeal falls from my lips—one that Lir immediately captures in a bruising kiss. The rest of the world falls away as his lips work expertly against mine. I’m lost to the feel of his touch, his kiss. Lost to the pleasurable thrum of the bond, and the way it heals that aching piece of my soul.
Lir’s hands wrap around my hips, and a desperate cry pierces the air as his claws dig into my skin. It doesn’t hurt—only fills me with a desperate need—a hunger only he can satiate.
“Do you want my cock, pet?” His voice is a sinful rumble, and heat floods my core as his piercing blue eyes burn into mine. I need only nod, and Lir lowers me onto his waiting cock, his eyes rolling to the ceiling as his head slips past my dripping center.
“ Oh gods… ” Lir’s abdomen shudders with pleasure as he pushes deeper inside me, filling me past the point of comfort until tears brim at the corners of my eyes. “You’re going to make me come… ”
Lir snaps forward, digging his canines deep into my shoulder as he shoves the last few inches inside, seating his cock in the deepest part of me. A garbled moan bubbles from my lips as the bond flares to life, lighting every single one of my nerve endings on fire, stripping the pain away and replacing it with wave after wave of pleasure.
While Lir clings to my shoulders, Cyprien’s hand appears on the center of my back. It trails teasingly down my spine and over the curve of my ass, his fingertips inching toward that tight hole still dripping with Roark’s cum. He swirls it teasingly around the entrance before dipping past the band of muscle, pushing it deep inside as those strange silver sparks overtake my vision. A broken scream rips from my throat as I fall headfirst over the edge, lost to the rest of the world as I come on Lir’s cock.
My walls convulse with the power of my orgasm, and it’s too much for Lir to take. His head falls back as a bellowing roar rips through the air, his claws digging deep into my flesh as a pair of shadowy wings materialize just over his shoulders. His abdomen shudders as his cock throbs inside me, spewing thick ropes of cum to the back of my pussy, filling me with his seed just as Cyprien had.
Still shuddering in the aftermath, Lir’s arms wrap around my back, holding me possessively tight to his chest as he throbs weakly with the last of his release.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing his lips gingerly to the top of my head as his muscles quiver against me. “You’re finally mine, sweet little thing. My pet. Our plaything.” His chest rumbles with a pleased hum as his palms rove over my skin, committing every inch to memory. “Do you like the sound of that, little one?”
I nod slowly, still reeling in the aftermath as Cyprien pulls his hands away. My mind is foggy, and I can’t seem to focus on one thing for more than a second. Even my body betrays me—it doesn’t allow me to move from this spot or even lift my arm to caress Lir’s face.
“It’s okay, pet,” Lir murmurs, reaching down and placing my palm flat over his racing heart. “Do you feel that? It beats only for you.”
“It does…?” I whisper, my eyelids fluttering closed as my muscles give out. I fall limply into Lir’s arms, prompting a rare chuckle to shake his chest.
“Of course, little one. It would not beat for anyone less deserving. Anyone less magnificent.” His voice is a hushed whisper, rolling over my skin like warmed honey. “To touch, to be held by you is the most astonishing high. One I’ve been searching for all my life. One I never thought was possible to experience. You’re mine, Dagny. Ours. Just as we are yours. Yours to toy with, to order and pleasure and do as you please.” He leans down, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck as he takes a deep inhale. “Gods, I would do anything for you. Anything. I don’t know why I was trying to fight this… this feeling.”
“Perhaps because you’re an idiot,” Cyprien teases, his eyes holding a dare. But instead of disagreeing, Lir lets out a low whine and clutches me tighter, regret creasing his mouth and brimming in the deep blues of his eyes.
Chuckling, Cyprien leans forward, placing a chaste kiss on the fresh bite mark on my shoulder. The feel of his lips on my skin eases the throbbing pain, replacing it with a gentle warmth that spreads from the area, coating my skin in embers.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I’m sure Dagny forgives you now. Don’t you, bunny?”
I nod, a weak smile tugging at the corner of my mouth as I reach up to caress Lir’s cheek. He leans into my touch, his eyes fluttering closed as a pleased hum vibrates in his chest. I’m so caught up in his expression of awe that I don’t notice Roark crawling to my side—not until he places a calloused hand on my thigh and squeezes to gain my attention.
Slowly, I drag my gaze to Roark’s shimmering violet eyes, and the bond shudders violently, demanding I touch him. Pulling my hand from Lir’s cheek, I reach out for the purple-haired demon, my fingertips glowing with that strange silver light from earlier.
He leans into me, his eyelids fluttering closed as pleasant sparks fly between us. With a low growl, Lir lowers me onto the bed of furs, his hands trailing over my skin as if it’s for the very first time. When he’s had enough, he crawls to the space at my right, nestling deep into my left side while Cyprien takes the other. Roark curls up at my head, positioning his body so I’m able to rest against his chest like a pillow. His thick forearm drapes lazily across my chest, and a deep sigh passes my swollen lips as his calloused palm grips my breast.
Cyprien’s and Lir’s hands trail over my abdomen and hips, then down to the space between my thighs. Their fingers work expertly along me, dancing across my skin and leaving heated sparks everywhere they touch.
“You feel so good, little one,” Cyprien whispers, placing his lips to my ribs as a deep groan echoes in his chest. “So soft. So perfect.”
“ So delicious, ” Lir echoes, his teeth raking against my skin. I try to cry out, but the sound is caught somewhere down my throat, lost to the thick fog overtaking my mind.
Six pairs of hands rove over my body, showering me with devotion and praise. I’m so warm, so high, I can’t picture anything better than this. Better than them.
Giving in to the bond feels so good—too good—and while that truth should shake me to my core, I can only think about how wonderful it feels to be in their arms after denying it for what feels like forever.
It doesn’t take long before those hands lull me to sleep. After everything that’s happened the past few days, it’s a miracle my body lasted this long. So when the call of slumber echoes in my mind, I don’t try to fight it. I fall headfirst into the void.
And for the first time since I arrived in this strange land, I’m not afraid.