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CHAPTER NINETEEN

“ F uck.” I groan, reaching for Torrin’s shoulders as he kisses up my neck. He works his lips over me so tantalisingly slow, it’s as if he thinks he needs to tempt me, like I hadn’t driven all the way over here for exactly this.

“Let me give you what you need,” he murmurs in my ear. I think it’s possible he says something else after, but I’m already nodding at his offer and tugging his shirt in silent demand.

Screw patience; I need to feel his skin against mine already.

Leaning back, he lets me remove the offensive piece of fabric that was keeping us apart before he reaches for mine as well, throwing both onto the floor in a tangled heap. I’m anything but subtle in my appreciation for his body, unblinking eyes roaming every bared inch of him. I reach out a hand to stroke my fingers down over his chest and abs.

Goddess. He looks so fucking good without a shirt on .

He looks good with one on, but this, it’s a view I’d have to be insane to complain about. At least if I’m going crazy, it isn’t manifesting as poor taste. Just an insatiable libido…

As this pregnancy progresses, I swear I’m getting needier by the day. It’s far more intense and overwhelming than I’d thought it would be from the admittedly brief explanations I’d been given. Well, it’s not as if there are a whole bunch of experts on the topic, and they’ve all tried their best given the limited information available. After the first feeding, I lasted four entire days before caving and coming looking for more, but now, three days feel like torture. Thankfully, the moment I walked in here, Torrin knew exactly what I needed.

His mouth on my heated flesh feels orgasmic, but the brief break in physical contact reminds me of where we are. Downstairs. In their main open office space. Where anyone can walk in and catch us. People walking by could probably see us through the windows too. Thankfully, this isn’t a busy part of the city, and there isn’t a whole lot of foot traffic going right past their doors. I’m not about to test my luck against probability, though; I know how that goes.

“Bedroom,” I manage to demand, despite already pulling at the button of his jeans. Torrin chuckles, batting away my hand and lifting me into his arms before I can complain about it. “You feel so good,” I tell him, pressing close and nuzzling against his chest. I’m so distracted by his closeness, it takes a few moments for me to realise that we’re not going towards the stairs. Instead of heading up to their living area—and more importantly , his bed —he walks us around the corner, down the hall, and into one of the two private offices.

“Can’t wait that long,” he grunts in explanation as he carries me through the doorway, not that I care or object. It’s secluded enough back here that if a stranger walks in through the main door, they won’t get a face full of my tits. Or witness me screaming for Torrin…

Sweet baby Satan, did it just get hotter in here?

Torrin sets me down on the desk, and I whine, annoyed. I want him inside me…not taking a step back.

“I’d like to at least get my jeans off properly this time, sweet Eden,” he says teasingly, though I can’t help but notice how smug he looks about it. My current state must be doing wonders for his ego.

It doesn’t help that I can’t keep my eyes off him, watching the way his muscles flex as he strips off the remainder of his clothes. He catches me watching when he’s done, raising an eyebrow as he glances down at my remaining clothes in what is unmistakably a silent ‘Your turn.’

I remove the remainder of my clothes without a second of hesitation, starting by kicking off my shoes. They’re immediately followed by my slightly baggy, dark grey sweatpants, which are easily shoved down over my hips and slipped out of. Not the most fashionable choice of clothing I own, since I was too fucking horny to care about my outfit before rushing over here. Not that Torrin’s complaining, probably too distracted by the lack of anything underneath, watching as I lean back a little on the desk, completely bared for him.

What can I say? These men have opened a door that can’t be closed, and I’m not the least bit mad at it because…well, orgasms. So many of them.

“Have I complimented the size of your cock yet?” I ask, playing up the sweetness in my tone to see his reaction. “It felt so good inside me,” I add, lightly trailing my fingers up along my thigh, teasing myself just as much as him. My thoughts of testing out his responses practically fly right out of my brain as he takes it in his palm and strokes it, slow and precise. Fuck. We went so fast I didn’t get to admire the length or girth last time. I sure as hell could feel it, though. I bite my lip, thighs clenching together at the memory. Taking a breath, I glance up and notice a faint blush on his cheeks, slightly more noticeable closer to his ears.

Is the tall, muscly demon hunter shy?

I contemplate a little gentle teasing, but when he drops to the floor in front of me, his mischievous smirk as he looks into my eyes makes me the blushing one. My heart rate kicks up in anticipation as he slowly slides his hands up my legs, pausing just above my knees to pull them wide and yank me to the edge of the desk.

“Put your pretty legs over my shoulders—and try not to scream too loudly. Rio’s upstairs.”

My lips part, but I can’t even respond because the moment his tongue presses to my clit, I’m a goner. My fingers twist into his hair, and I hang on tight as Torrin licks my centre like I’m the best pie he’s ever eaten.

“Oh, fuck. Yes…” I moan. The pleasure is so much more intense than it was a moment before. I feel dizzy as I start to feel my orgasm rise already. “What are you doing to me?” I demand, as my chest warms, and the buzzing energy I’ve recently started to realise is my new succubi side, seems to expand, growing beyond anything I’ve experienced so far. It feels almost like it’s reaching for something more, despite the rapid flow of energy already pouring into me.

“Oh hell. Fuck, Torrin!” I cry out, opening my eyes between panting breaths so I can look down at him and demand he fucks me already.

I don’t manage to meet his eyes, my gaze colliding with deep amber ones in the doorway instead. Panic surges through my system, and my legs tighten on Torrin’s shoulders. He takes it as encouragement to keep going, his hands gripping harder on my hips as he holds me perfectly still, forcing me to endure every single torturous brush of his tongue.

I should be mortified, staring at Ash’s face while Torrin’s between my legs, but somehow it only adds to the rush of pleasure. I’m not sure if it’s the taboo of getting caught or the touch of fear sending adrenaline crashing through me that does it. This is what I get for being the kind of person who wants to fuck after watching a horror movie or riding on a rollercoaster—turned on by demonic interruption, of all fucking things.

“Ash,” I whisper, too surprised to raise my voice any louder. It means Torrin doesn’t hear me, nor does he realise there’s a demon at his back, far too distracted by his current task. I moan again. The sound breaking free from my lips is obscene as the hunter does something with his tongue that I swear must be a secret additional form of magic nobody thought to inform me about.

All the while, the demon stands in the doorway, flickering through a string of emotions. His expressions morph through obvious shock, a confused sort of frown, and a spark of fear, the last of which is gone in less than a second. Then he fucking nods, coming to only Goddess knows what kind of conclusion, apparently also making the decision in less time than it takes for me to simply process that he’s actually here.

I can barely breathe, let alone think straight. The increasing buzzing energy that I assumed was all my own newly gained demonic abilities becomes even more intense. I realise it’s not only my power, but Ash’s adding to it.

Is he feeding on me…?

The answer comes with a surge of vitav, flowing in, not out. He’s feeding me. That means he has to know?—

“T-Torrin…” I manage to moan brokenly, but he mistakes my attempt to catch his attention as a moment of pleasure.

Not that he’s entirely wrong.

The sudden orgasm rocking my body is so unbelievably good my vision blurs as I fall back against the desk, staring up at a hazy, spinning ceiling. I feel Torrin move back, sliding my legs off his shoulders as I lie there, feeling all floaty as the energy swirls inside of me. Yet, when I try sitting upright, I can tell that it wasn’t enough. I still need more. I’d make a joke about being insatiable, only now we have an audience.

Fuck.

Unless…Ash wouldn’t have left while I was out of it, would he?

A different sort of panic starts to build as I blink faster, trying to clear the remaining haze from both my vision and my head. Why won’t my body do anything I'm telling it to, like seeing and breathing!? Shit, I need to talk to him before he leaves. I need?—

“It’s okay, little witch. We’ll get you what you need,” Ash says, cutting off my panicked thoughts with a gentle tone like he can hear all of them. As if a spell’s been broken by his voice, I see him standing right beside Torrin in front of me.

“Look, Eden! I found your baby daddy,” Torrin informs me with a grin, and now I’m wondering if maybe that orgasm cut off oxygen to my brain for a little too long.

How long was I out of it?

“What? How are you here? What is?—”

“Shh. We’ll figure everything out after you’re filled up.” The sexy smirk I remember tilts the corners of Ash’s lips up.

I’m shaking my head, still finding it hard to wrap my brain around what’s happening, but I still manage to wrap myself around Torrin when he lifts me into his arms. I don’t protest as he carries me over to the couch against the wall, sitting back with me straddling his hips. His still-hard cock presses against me, reminding me that he hasn’t had a chance to get off yet, as well as reinforcing the desperate wanting inside me that insists I still need more.

I rock my body against it, feeling Ash move in close behind me, both his power and his warmth seeming to wrap around me protectively. Torrin very quickly gets the idea and helps me lift my hips, lining his tip up to my centre. I sink down onto the first few inches, moaning. Using his shoulders to steady myself, I slowly continue to lower myself until he’s fully inside me.

“Oh hell. That's…intense,” Torrin grunts. The slightly dazed look on his face makes anxiety spike in my chest, worried he’s not fully aware of what we’re doing. He must realise where my thoughts have gone because he lifts one hand, gripping the back of my neck so he can pull me in for a kiss.

“Keep going, Eden. I’m right here with you. Take what you need from me,” Torrin says, his rumbling voice soothing my nerves. I begin rolling my hips, setting a quick pace and chasing the high that I can already feel building.

“I’ll make it better for you, little witch,” Ash adds, reminding me we’re not alone. “Focus on your pleasure. Make it good for yourself.”

Am I imagining it, or does he sound a little…unsettled? I don’t have time to wonder for long, as Ash brushes the hair away from my neck. The press of his lips against my racing pulse is like pouring gasoline on a fire. I burn hotter, brighter. I’m a moaning mess as my inner walls clench around Torrin’s length.

“Yes, Eden. Just like that. You feel so good fucking yourself on my cock. Ride me harder,” Torrin growls. The possessive tone he uses doesn’t escape my notice, but whatever Ash is doing is too distracting for me to really acknowledge it.

The demon’s fingers trail up my sides softly before reaching around to caress my breasts, brushing lightly over my nipples. He picks up the pace quickly, pressing harder as he grips one of them between his finger and thumb. His soft lips part to scrape his teeth at my neck.

I’m so close. I just need a little more.

“Fuck. You look so sexy taking my cock, Eden. Such a good girl for me.”

“Torrin!” I cry out, my head falling back against Ash’s chest as I climax, my orgasm taking Torrin over the edge with me. As he comes inside me, I finally feel my vitav replenishing to a more stable level, only it just keeps on growing. Then I remember that I’m not only drawing from Torrin. Ash’s energy still mixes with mine as I feed, and tears sting my eyes as pure relief fills my entire being.

“Shit, Eden.” Ash grunts behind me, his hands shaking while holding me tightly, keeping me upright. “You were so low, little witch. I wish I had known sooner, but I’m here now. You won’t need to feed like this again.”

Ash’s vow settles something inside me. The anxiety I was experiencing, worrying I’d never be truly satisfied ever again, starts to fade away. It also begins to soothe the far worse fear. The fear that I might die before this baby ever makes it into the world...

I must have passed out because as I blink my eyes open, I realise I’m no longer riding Torrin’s dick, or even naked for that matter. It’s too damn bright, so I shut my eyes again while I work through the post-nap fuzziness in my brain. It takes me a moment to get my bearings as I piece together my current situation, memories slowly clicking into some sort of coherence. Until I reach the one that doesn’t seem possible, anyway.

My eyes open again, and this time I force myself to push through the shock of light to my retinas, confirming I’m where I think I should be. Thankfully, I’m still at Fletcher Hunting, although I’ve been moved upstairs to the living room. I’m cuddled against a warm, naked chest.

Torrin’s?

Movement to my left catches my attention before I can check, and I find myself staring at a slice of pie being held out in my direction. It’s being offered by Torrin, who’s looking at me with what seems like concern, but if he’s over there…

With a gasp, I sit up, leaning back to turn and gape at the man still holding me. His grip relaxes just enough to allow the movement while not letting me go. Apparently the memory wasn’t so impossible, after all.

“Ash! You’re here. That was real? Holy shit. You found me—wait, how did you find me? And where’s your shirt…?” I frown at the demon who’s smiling at my ramble of questions. He releases me, slowly taking his hands off my stomach and hip so he can stretch his arms out wide across the back of the couch.

“Seeing as you seem to like them so much,” Ash drawls, lifting a brow and glancing down at my body. I follow his gaze.

“Oh.” Okay, so I’m wearing his shirt, but whose boxers am I wearing then? I shake off the thought. Actually, I don’t want to know. I’ll just assume they gave me a clean, unused pair. Was what he said a dig about me stealing his shirt the night we met? I frown, but there are more important things to ask him. “Why am I in your lap?”

“After you passed out, your vitav continued to pull from me, and skin contact makes it easier. I put my shirt on you once you stopped syphoning my energy,” Ash answers, clearing his throat as a quiet scoff comes from across the room. When I look at him for answers, he’s not meeting my eyes.

“Right,” Torrin says, flopping down onto the far end of the couch with a huff. He sets the plate he’d offered me on his lap, staring at the pie like it’s been caught committing a crime.

“How are you feeling now?” Ash adds, ignoring whatever’s up with Torrin. I decide to leave it too. For now, anyway.

“Uh, really good actually. Way better than I have been, even after the other times I…” I scrunch my nose, not super excited about having this particular conversation with Ash. How exactly do you discuss with someone that because he got you pregnant, you’ve become an insatiable mess who needs to fuck to survive? I mean, I’m certain he already knows more about the subject than I do, but it sure as hell doesn’t make it any less awkward. As my discomfort at the weirdness of our situation grows, I shift myself off from his lap and into the empty space between him and Torrin.

“Well, the child is mine ,” Ash replies, and there’s something about his voice that sounds possessive in how he refers to them, sending prickles across the back of my neck. His tone changes, becoming more matter-of-fact as he adds, “Of course feeding from me would make you feel better than with the hunter.”

“Here,” Torrin suddenly grunts as I find the plate with the pie being set on my lap. It smells so good that I dig my fork right in and take a bite, groaning at the flavour explosion on my tongue.

“This is why you’re my favourite,” I inform him between shovelling more bites into my mouth, relieved when he shoots me one of his usual grins.

“To answer your other question, Marbas informed me hunters were assisting a witch in a search for me. I came to find out why,” Ash says, stealing my attention back from the pie for a moment.

“I knew Marbles was lying,” I grumble, stabbing my fork into the pie a little harder, though I wait to take another bite as I think. There had been something suspicious about Marbles’ reaction to the whole situation, but I’m relieved he still passed along the message despite his mistrust for hunters.

“Marbles?” Ash questions, sounding amused.

“It suits him.” I shrug, not about to explain myself or my nicknaming habits more than that. “So, now you know why I was trying to find you,” I prompt, hoping he’ll show his hand on where he stands with our current situation.

“I do,” he agrees with a sigh. “Well, we’re past the very brief window where a demon pregnancy can be terminated. Though, I’m admittedly unsure whether the process would have ever worked on a witch, so our options were always limited. I know you’ve been forced to carry and will need to deliver the child, but I want you to know I can raise them alone?—”

“What?” I cut him off snappishly, now watching him very carefully. He might have helped me with my vitav situation, but if he thinks I won’t kill him right now to protect this baby, then he’s missing some screws.

“I only meant you weren’t given a choice in giving birth. So if you don’t wish to raise the child, I will?—”

“You will not! No one is taking this baby from me,” I snarl, placing my hand instinctively on my stomach, now gripping my fork in the other in a way that’ll make stabbing far easier. Not that I think stabbing a demon will be easy. If only I had those damn magically imbued knuckleduster glove things Daion’s teaching me to use.

He did try to convince me of the value in carrying them around…

“Smooth,” Torrin interjects sarcastically from behind me, breaking off into an amused snort, but I’m not taking my eyes off the demon. Considering he and his brothers were the ones to warn me that the demon might try to take my child away, I don’t know what he possibly thinks is funny about this.

“Fuck. I think you’ve misunderstood me.” Ash pauses, noticing my increasing glare at his words. He raises both of his hands, holding them open in the universal sign of surrender. “I apologise, Eden. I don’t want to take anything away from you, especially not the child. Our child. I was trying to give you a choice. That's all.”

I keep staring as I try to assess the truthfulness in his words, but it’s strangely difficult to figure out what’s a real threat and what’s an imagined one.

Ash hesitates, but then slowly leans forward, placing one of his hands over mine where it rests on my stomach. “It’s unexpected, but I do want this baby…if you’ll both have me?”

I let the silence stretch between us for a moment before finally nodding. He smiles then, the genuineness of it setting me a little more at ease. It also makes me think back to the night we met, only softening me further. I can’t help but wonder how this all would have gone had I not vanished in the morning while he showered, but there isn’t much use in dwelling on it. Not when we’re both here now, with a tiny little demon on the way.

“We can?—”

“Suvi?” Torrin says questioningly. My head snaps up, looking for my best friend, only to find Torrin staring at his phone with a confused frown for a moment before he answers its silent ringing. I can only just about hear her voice coming through his phone, but it sounds like she’s talking a mile a minute. His frown only deepens as he stands, stalking out of the room with a little wave of his hand in our direction.

For some weird reason, I have a really bad feeling about this...