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He swept his thumb over the pulse beating fast in her neck. Her skin was soft, cool, and perfumed with the scent of vanilla. “I’ll be taking every advantage in just a moment.” It wasn’t an exaggeration.

“Your pants are still on. Also lame.”

“So impatient. Are we in a rush?”

“ I am. You’ve gotten me all hot and bothered. I’m an instant-gratification girl.”

“You’re my girl for the time being, so you’ll get gratification when I decide—not before.”

Naomi broke out in a shiver as the coating of dominance in his voice wrapped around her like liquid steel. Waves of intensity all but rolled off him as he loomed over her, male greed swamping his gaze. Her demon hummed in interest, curious as to just how deep his dominant streak ran.

She would no doubt soon find out. And the quicker the better. Her body was bursting with anticipation. She needed him to touch her. She didn’t even care where; just needed his hands on her.

“I should warn you,” he said, his pitch dropping an octave.

“Warn me of what?” she asked, a slight croak in her voice.

“I won’t be the only one who plays with you tonight. My demons . . . they’ll take turns with you. They’ll each make you come. And then so will I.”

That wicked promise trailed down her spine like teasing fingertips, and the atmosphere turned electric.

His hand crept up her nape, seized a bunch of her hair, and jerked her head back, wrenching a gasp from her. “We will use you however we please. All four of us. And you will take whatever we give you.”

So he wanted to talk her into an orgasm. Fabulous. She parted her lips to speak—

And his mouth dropped down on hers.

The kiss was hungry and sensuous, interlaced with a hotly sexual promise. Chemicals rushed through her system, dizzying her thoughts.

His free hand gripped her hip and pulled her flush against him. She grabbed at his shoulders and arched into him. The press of his solid, powerful body against hers was just yowzah .

A growl drummed its way up his throat and poured into her mouth. He drew back, lifted her, and propped her butt on the edge of the bed—all in one smooth move. Invisible hands pushed her further up the mattress. Hmm, someone was telekinetic.

“Stay.” He raised his palms, emitting gleaming gold and black threads of power. Two shot to her wrists; the other two went for her ankles. And then the buzzing threads yanked, spreading her into a starfish position and holding her wrists and ankles against the mattress.

What in the blazes of hell?

She pulled against the binds, but there was no give. She was caught. Pinned in position.

Her belly pitched as shards of excitement buried themselves there. She felt exposed and vulnerable, yet more than ready to roll.

She looked up at Luka, her words dying on her tongue as she saw he was now naked—a thoroughly magnificent sight. There was so much muscle and ink, and damn, she wanted that long, thick cock inside her.

Like, right now.

His eyes breezed over her with a burning intensity, admiring every line and curve. Her skin prickled at being in the spotlight of his absolute focus. She felt a little like a priceless piece of artwork at an exhibition.

“You’re tying me to the bed?”

He kneeled on the mattress. “I have to be sure you don’t fall off.”

Yeah. Right. “At least let me have one hand free.”

“No. I don’t want you to touch or give. Not tonight.

I want you to feel. Take. Shatter into tiny little fragments—defenses and all.

That’s when you’ll really feel me. Everywhere.

” The temperature took a dip as his eyes bled to black, the whites disappearing.

“Then we will possess every part of you,” said whichever entity had surfaced, its voice a monotone.

Her pulse having a meltdown, she watched as the demon settled itself flat on the bed, its head level with her pussy. Tendrils of excitement twisted her stomach into a tight knot.

It ghosted the tip of its nose along one of her slick folds. “You smell a little too good.” Hands curled around her thighs as a warm, velvety tongue licked at her slit. And that same tongue quickly swept her away.

Time, the room, the world seemed to disappear. All she knew was that mouth . Skilled licks, flicks, and stabs were interspersed with nips, bites, and nibbles. Sweet and sensual words of praise whispered over her wet flesh—some spoken in English, others in Russian.

Being unable to move was as frustrating as it was heady. She couldn’t arch into its mouth, could only take. And take she did. Until, caught up in an endless loop of exquisite sensation, she came so hard that stars danced in her vision.

Jesus Christ. Little judders racking her body, she tried to get a hold on her breathing. No joy there.

The demon nuzzled her pussy and then slid up her body. “I like the taste of you. I am going to want more.”

Demonic entities weren’t much for compliments and praise, unlike this one. It was smooth and seductive, a note of sexual power in its otherwise toneless voice. “Abraxas,” she guessed, recalling Luka’s descriptions of his inner demons.

Its lips winged up. “What a clever girl you are.” There was a ripple in those black eyes. Like a pebble landing in water. Then its expression changed from an amused satisfaction to something much more intense.

“And we have waited longer for this than we wished to,” said the demon, the sexual hint of power now gone from its voice. It sounded put out. Sullen.

Another entity had surfaced, she realized. “You’re Dagon.”

“No,” it denied.

Luka’s previous words came back to her: Dagon is moody and will lie to you because that’s what it does to people .

“Yes,” she insisted.

Its eyes narrowed. “What makes you so sure?”

“I have a very good bullshit detector.”

The entity hummed, not appearing too pleased about that. Then it jammed two fingers inside her.

She jolted, her eyes going wide. “Give a girl a warning, would you.”

“Quiet now. I prefer that my toys do not talk.” Its mouth descended on her breast just as it began pumping its fingers in and out of her, hitting her G spot just right.

She could only lie back and enjoy as the entity alternated from gentle to rough while it suckled, nipped, and scraped its teeth over each of her nipples.

She’d heard of breast worship. This wasn’t worship. It was gluttony. The entity devoured her breasts, repeatedly scoring them with its teeth.

Meanwhile, it slowly upped the pace of its hand little by little . . . until eventually it was slamming its fingers into her pussy hard and fast.

Her orgasm hit just as hard and just as fast, appearing out of nowhere. She fractured with a choked cry, her head flying back, her inner muscles rippling.

The fingers withdrew from her, and then lips breezed over her cheek. “I want to see you covered in my marks,” said the entity, the merest note of cruelty in its tone. A note that hadn’t been there before. “Bruises. Welts. Bites.”

Belial , she thought. “Welts? Fuck that shit – I’m not into whips.”

“Pity.”

“Yeah, for you.”

It slid its hand down her body. “This is going to hurt just a little.”

She tensed. “What is?”

“Luka should have warned you really.”

“Warned me what?”

“That we can do this.” It planted a splayed hand on her stomach and . . . God, it was like it pushed an orgasm into her body. A supernova explosion of pleasure/pain spiraled through her system. She screamed, shook, bucked, almost blacked out.

Teeth bit into the swell of her breast. “Again.”

More pain-laden bliss struck, violently flooding her body and numbing her mind.

“One more.”

Her body lit up like a goddamn firework yet again—there were snaps and crackles and bangs. At the same time, the skin beneath the demon’s palm began to heat. She hissed at the sizzle of pain even as it turned into pleasure.

The entity was branding her, she realized.

The burn of it overlaid the other decadent sensations, added to the pleasure rocketing through her, and shit , she might cry with the intensity of it.

Finally, her release subsided. Her body went limp, officially running on empty. She didn’t close her eyes; it was more like the lids collapsed.

Synapses. Officially. Fried.

That’s when you’ll really feel me. Everywhere.

She understood what he’d meant now. Her defenses were down, her body didn’t feel like her own, all her layers peeled back, leaving her core-self exposed.

Shaking and drained and gasping for breath, she probably would have curled up in the fetal position and zonked out if she could have moved.

“Now it’s my turn.” The voice was pure sex—and it was all Luka. He lowered his full weight onto her.

Her nerve endings were so raw she flinched at the amount of skin-to-skin contact.

“Trapped under me, just how I want you.”

“I sort of figured that out when you bound me to the bed.”

“As I said before, I can’t have you falling off.”

“I’d snort if I had the energy.”

Palming her delectable ass, Luka positioned her to take him and nudged the broad head of his dick inside her. Even through the condom he felt the scalding, addictive heat of her.

Her eyelids lifted, revealing two sex-drunk pools of gray-green. “I can’t come again,” she rasped, her throat seeming dry. “I can’t.”

“Of course you can. Because I want you to.” He snapped his hips forward, slamming home. Her swollen muscles clamped down on him, a husky cry left her throat, and he groaned at the feeling of her tight wet heat coating his cock.

His control fractured, fell at his feet in a shower of shards. He rode her so hard it was brutal, forcing his dick deep, loving the sight of her bound beneath him. Loving that she was helpless to do anything but take whatever he gave her.

He let himself get lost in her. In her softness, her warmth, her moans, her submission, the ripples of her inner walls.

Walls that tightened and turned almost unbearably hot, telling him she was close to coming.

He snaked his hand between them so he could roll and flick her clit. His own release was almost on him. It began to build, coil, spasm. And then it exploded outward just as her pussy clamped down on him.

They came together. Hard. Long. Until the strength oozed out of them both.

He gave her his full weight, planting his face against her throat. She didn’t move . . . and it took him a few moments to remember that she couldn’t move.

He released her wrists and ankles from the iron grip of his power. “How are your shoulders?” he asked, his voice lazy.

“I don’t know,” she all but slurred. “I can’t feel anything from the neck down.”

Raising his head, he met her slumberous gaze. “You all right?”

Her brow pinched. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Being fucked by a legion and their three entities can no doubt be . . . intense.” He didn’t get the impression that it had been too much for her, but he wanted the verbal confirmation—as did his inner demons.

Her dismissive expression waved away his concern. “I’m good.”

Satisfied, Luka accepted that with a slight nod. His inner entities settled, though they weren’t surprised by her response.

He withdrew his cock slowly, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he was back inside her. He rolled to his side, placing his hand on her belly.

Her gaze seemed to sharpen with remembrance. “Was it Belial that branded me?”

“Yes.”

“What does the mark look like?”

He peered down and blinked in surprise. Humor plucking at him, he invited, “See for yourself.”

“I will in a minute. Not sure I can lift my head yet.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “That other thing it did . . . you know, where it made me come just by putting a hand on my stomach? All four of you can do that?”

“Yes.”

“Gotta admit, that’s a little unnerving. It makes me wonder what else you can all do. You won’t ever do that to me in public, right?”

He frowned. “Me? No.” He paused a beat. “Belial might, though.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She pulled a face. “I think it would be best if you told it not to ever do that.”

The entity snorted at that, finding her quite entertaining. “Belial does as it pleases a lot of the time,” Luka said, sweeping a hand over the brand on her stomach.

“You look amused. Why? What did that damn demon do?” She lifted her head, and her face went slack. “What the hell is this?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Belial wanted to leave bruises and welts on you, but you said no to being whipped. So it . . . improvised.” And it was rather smug about it. She now had what looked like welts criss-crossed over each other, overlaid by gray bruises.

She glared at him. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“You want to. Which is quite frankly confusing. It doesn’t at all bother you that your demon so boldly branded me?”

“Why would it?” He slowly pushed his fingers inside her, humming as her slick pussy clenched them tight. “ This ” —he swirled his fingers—“is all the fuck mine for the next few months. Seeing my entities’ brands on you won’t bother me any.”

“And if my demon decides to return the favor?”

Luka pursed his lips. “I suppose turnabout is fair play.”