Page 67 of Lustling

Bastion's thunderous groan vibrates through the room from beside me. I want everything to contract to this moment: the molten heat of her mouth, the copper tang of surrender on my lips, the heady taste of control sliding along my tongue like honey and wine.

Then the apartment answers with a sound that does not belong to this sacred hour. A crystalline crack slices through our shared ecstasy. The lights stutter like dying heartbeats and the shadows peel away from the walls like drawn obsidian knives. The air tightens, molecules compressing as if the whole sleeping city is drawing a single, terrified breath.

A portal opens in front of us, a circle of black so deep it drinks the amber light, and through it step two figures I do not expect. Deimos moves first, Cassiel at his shoulder, and Deimos wears that smirk that ruins whatever small courtesies I had been savoring. His violet eyes find mine and the amusement there is folded with something that slides through me like a promise and a warning.

“Lustling,” he purrs, cocking his head as he leans against the doorframe. “That is quite a sight.”

THIRTY-SEVEN

As soon as I step through the portal, my cock hardens.

Lillien is a vision on the couch, queen and ruin both. She lounges with the practiced ease of someone who knows how to take worship, thighs parted, a woman kneeling between them. Her head tilts back, lips parting on a breath that sounds like surrender. Her body curls and unfolds under the other woman’s mouth, each shudder a private ruin I have the best seat to watch.

I want her. I want her like breath. I want her so badly, I almost come in my fucking pants.

“Deimos!” she calls, voice ragged with pleasure.

She grins through the haze of her high, body trembling in a way that makes me want to touch every bright place on her. She comes apart so deliciously—as if she was carved out of need and made to be worshiped. Because she was.

I barely notice Cassiel at my side as I toss the folder at him and peel off my jacket. The blonde between Lillien’s legs lifts her head, eyes widening at my entrance. There’s reverence there, the kind that comes when the room changes temperature and the air smells of power. A beat of nervousness; then she meets my gaze.

“I don’t recall her telling you to stop,” I say, and my voice is an edge. The helpless pause in her eyes says she understands.

I take a step forward, close enough to touch the halo of heat between them. I grip the back of her head and push her face back between Lillien’s legs so she gets the fucking hint.

Lillien sighs, settling deeper into the couch. Her fingers thread slackly through the other woman’s hair. When her eyes find mine the look is wicked and intimate and entirely hers.

“Can’t behave yourself, can you, Lustling?” I murmur, fingers finding her chin, tilting her face up so I can read her like a line of scripture.

She smirks, all sin and mischief. “I got bored of Bastion.”

“Hey!” Bastion’s roar cuts through the room as he launches to his feet.

Lillien laughs, that careless sound that wraps itself around my restraint and squeezes. She gestures at the woman, still clinging to the aftershocks. “Fuck her, Bastion. Make her come on that fat cock of yours and let me feed from her.”

Bastion grins, positioning himself behind the woman. His hands clamp around her hips, and when he thrusts into her, she cries out—pleasure and pain tangled into one sharp sound. Lillien keeps her in place, fingers a firm anchor at the back of her head, harvesting every tremor.

I groan low in my throat, my hand sliding over my cock. “Filthy little thing,” I breathe.

“And you love it,” she answers, grin widening.

I don’t waste words. I crash my mouth to hers, hard and claiming. She moans into me, and her hand slides between us to wrap around my cock like she was fucking born to hold it.

When I break the kiss I glance at Cassiel. He stands by the doorway, folder clutched like armor, jaw tight. His eyes stay on Lillien, bright and boxed with wanting. He has not moved. He has not stepped into our world.

Lillien notices. “Are you going to play with us, Cass?” she asks, soft and teasing, head cocked, lips swollen from my mouth.

Cassiel stiffens as if she has asked him to kneel before the impossible. “I— I…” He swallows; the folder cracks in his hands. Then, with a traitorous set to his shoulders, he turns and walks out.

The look Lillien gives the threshold is small and sharp; disappointment flares across her face and then she smooths it into something else. I feel that sting ripple through her, the private throb of being refused, and I do the only thing that severs it.

“Open up,” I order as I tilt her head back and slide my cock between her lips.

Her mouth answers immediately, warm and obedient, tongue teasing the underside in a slow, exquisite worship that sends a hot, familiar fizz through me. I thrust deeper into the ease of it and the bond between us hums tighter. “Oh, fuck,” I groan, threading my fingers through her hair. “I missed your mouth, Lustling.”

She meets me with her eyes blazing up at me through the haze and I do not want her to look away. “Only my mouth?” she mouths around me.

I shake my head, amused and raw. “Not only, sweetheart.”