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Annie

Theo looks like he could burst into flames when Ben climbs on top of me and I pull his mouth against mine.

He spills Theo’s release onto my waiting tongue and I drop my head back, letting it trickle down my throat and chin, some dripping onto my bare chest. Ben’s eyes meet mine, and he grins.

We both look at Theo, who is sitting on the other side of the car with his fingers in his hair, watching with shining eyes and a slack jaw.

“You two are gonna be the death of me,” he mutters with a weak laugh.

Ben kisses me again, trailing one hand over my breasts, then moving his mouth down and gently pinching the sensitive nipple between his teeth.

I let out a tiny gasp, and his hand drops lower, lifting my skirt and skating over the parts of me that are desperate and aching for more.

He moves his mouth to hover just over my ear, the vibration of his voice running through me like an electric current.

“So fucking wet, Annie girl,” he mutters, his tone low and almost dangerous. “You’re making a mess all over my car. Did you like watching me suck his cock?”

“Yes,” I breathe, bucking my hips against his hand, which he pulls away.

“Because it’s a sin and that’s how demons get off?”

Theo leans forward slightly, licking his lips as if he is eager for my answer.

“It is not a sin,” I hiss, “but the way you are taunting me right now ought to be, you cruel thing.” Ben brushes his fingers over my clit, making me spasm and jerk, desperately searching for more pressure.

He just laughs. “Oh, how she begs. Like a sinner for mercy. Is that what you want, Annie, for me to have mercy on you? For us to make you come until you can’t walk?”

“Please, Ben,” I groan, attempting to unbutton his jeans. He grabs my wrists and pins them to the back of the seat, causing a surge of frustration through my chest. I need him more than I can even express, and I am not accustomed to being denied what I want.

“Well, then you’ll have to be a good girl, won’t you?

” he growls. Heat rushes along my skin, burning and burrowing into him, and a little flicker of pain crosses his face.

He is winding me up, looking for a reaction, so I will give him one.

I flex my fingers and my shadows wrap around his body, throwing him to the side and pressing his arms to his back, trapping him.

Theo sits up higher, and I crawl across the seat toward both of them.

“Help me, Theo. I think he needs to be taught a lesson–that I am not his ‘good girl’ and I do not need his so-called mercy.”

Theo grins and reaches for Ben’s zipper. “I think you’re right.”

“Theo, don’t you–” Ben starts to say, but I thread a shadow across his mouth, silencing him.

Theo leans forward and kisses his neck as he unbuttons and unzips the jeans.

I gently lift his body off the seat so Theo can pull them down.

I may have centuries of experience with my own kind, but I have never seen human males like this before, and my mouth waters at the sight of Ben’s hard length.

Like his body, it is impressive, thick, and I want to know what it feels like.

I lower my face, pulling my hair to the side, and run my tongue over the tip.

Ben lets out a loud, low groan and thrashes against my shadows, so I take his cock deeper into my mouth.

Theo’s hand brushes against the side of my neck, collecting my hair and holding it aside, but then his grip tightens and he pushes my head down.

If I were human, I might choke, but I merely listen to their noises of surprise and pleasure when Ben’s cock hits the back of my throat.

“ Fuck , Annie,” Theo mutters. “No gag reflex? That’s not fair.” Ben groans again, his eyes rolling shut, so I slide my lips and tongue up his length over and over again, savoring every inch, ensuring that he is just as wet as I am.

“You want to watch while I ride him?” I ask Theo.

All he can do is nod, release my hair, and look on with wide eyes as I straddle Ben, facing away from him and gripping the back of the seat in front of me.

Ben strains against his bonds, but I merely tighten them and look back at Theo.

He understands what I want, and pushes my skirt up, then runs one hand across my buttocks, gripping Ben’s cock with the other.

I lower my hips and Theo guides Ben inside me, slowly filling me until the sensation is so overwhelming I can hardly breathe.

The way my muscles stretch and clench around him is better than anything I have ever felt.

When I peek over my shoulder, the wild look in his eyes only pushes me further into a thick fog of pleasure.

But then I shift my gaze to Theo, and my shadows falter.

They loosen and slip away from Ben’s body, unwilling to obey me.

He reacts immediately, lunging forward and seizing my hair with one hand, then wrapping his other arm around my waist and thrusting into me hard, pushing a ragged gasp from my mouth.

I do not understand what is happening to my power, but I also cannot deny that Ben’s sudden aggression floods my core with a desperate, pulsating need.

He jerks me back so my body is flush against his.

This movement changes the angle of his cock inside me and it hurts for a moment, but not enough for me to ask him to stop.

Just as I cry out, one of his hands closes around my throat.

“Oh, mi amor , you’re in trouble now,” he rasps in my ear. “I told you to be a good girl. Now what am I supposed to do with you?”

“To seek revenge is a very grave sin,” I say with a breathless laugh.

“Good,” Ben grunts, pushing his hips up and sending a shudder through my body.

“That means you and I can spend an eternity in Hell doing this. Every. Single. Fucking. Day.” He punctuates each word with another savage thrust, and I am nearly screaming by the time he releases my throat.

I gasp and fall forward, gripping the front seat as my fingers shift back into claws, all my powers now seemingly beyond my control.

Ben digs his own fingers into my buttocks and pulls my hips down, filling me again and drawing a deep moan from me each time he repeats the motion.

“Come here,” he instructs. Theo moves toward us, his blue eyes still wide and almost wary, probably wondering what this particular version of Ben has in store for him.

Ben slows his pace and pushes me forward until I am almost completely empty of him, my aching pussy urgently clenching around thin air.

A desperate whimper escapes my mouth when he pulls out completely.

“Ben…no,” I gasp, then I look back to see his cock filling Theo’s mouth, his fingers threaded through Theo’s hair, not mine.

Ben meets my gaze and smirks, causing a rush of anger and jealousy.

My shadows still will not obey a single command, but I can barely think of it now with how badly I need Ben to fuck me again.

I was on the edge, and now I am spinning out of control.

“This is what happens when you don’t behave, Annie,” Ben says casually, and I bare my fangs at him.

He runs his fingers over my clit and through the wetness I can practically feel dripping between my legs.

“If you want my cock again, you know what you need to do.” I give a loud, frustrated groan and toss my hair, then face the front of the car again, arch my back, and put on a high, insipid voice.

“ Please , Ben,” I simper. Theo moves away, and then Ben presses the head of his cock against my core. A jolt of anticipation tears through me as his hand runs up my spine and seizes a fistful of my hair again, jerking my head back.

“Please what , Annie?” he murmurs, subtly rocking me back against him, teasing just a tiny fraction of what I know he can give me .

“ Please, Ben,” I implore. “Please, have mercy on this poor sinner, and fuck me until I cannot walk.” I know he can hear the derision in my voice, but he merely laughs and eases me back, filling me slowly, deliciously, an inch at a time until neither of us have any more to give.

“That’s my good girl,” he groans. “Goddamn, Annie, you take my cock like it was made for you.” His hands drift to my waist and his grip becomes almost punishing as we find a rhythm that quickly has us both begging the other not to stop.

When I look back to see Theo kneeling beside Ben—one hand tangled in his hair and their mouths locked together—it pushes me over the edge.

I call out both their names, letting my body seize and the overwhelming sweetness of release cloud my mind.

Ben slams into me again and his body jerks, then a string of curses and praise pour from his mouth.

We both go completely still for a moment at the peak, then I sink, draping my body over the front seat.

Ben’s hands slide down and lift my hips slightly as he pumps his cock into me a few more times, slowly, almost lazily.

His breathing is ragged, labored, but filled with satisfaction.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, realizing that my clawed fingers have punctured the seat beneath my hands, leaving ten rather large tears through leather and foam.

“Now you’re really in trouble,” Theo teases, but Ben wraps his arms around me and pulls me back against his heaving chest, moving my hair aside to kiss my shoulders and neck.

“Good thing I’m a big believer in forgiveness,” he laughs softly. “Besides, it gives the car a little character.” Theo’s hands find my waist and his lips brush over mine, then move to Ben’s. Ben moves a hand up to hold his face, keeping one arm tight around me.

“You’re both insane,” Theo whispers, “and I’m afraid of how much I like it. ”