Page 112 of Paramour of Sin

Zane’s palm went to my back, his touch a brand that glued us all together.

Guinevere continued to cup his cheek as well, our triangle complete, save one detail.

I bit down on my tongue, feeding my darling succubus more of my vitality and strength, felt the hum of magic darken the air as my demonic soul possessed and anchored with hers.

Then I tasted her essence as she sliced open her tongue, taking charge of her own choice and showing me with actions that she desired me, too. She didn’t wait for me to take, she gave instead.

Electricity hummed between us, the bond settling into place as my superior energy grounded hers.

Not all Demonic Lords possessed the power to do this.

Until now, I hadn’t realized I did. But it came naturally to me to bond them, and I felt the responding demonic fire thriving to life between us, sealing our fates as one.

They would be stronger, faster, harder to break.

They might not even need to feed again, because they would forever be bound to my life force.

And I would always be able to sense them, to know they were safe.

Some bonded mates acquired telepathy. Ours might grow into that with time. For now, I was satisfied knowing I couldfeelthem, that they could feel me.

That we were together.

Bound.

And content.

Guinevere’s thighs parted as I settled between them, our bodies coming together in seamless harmony. Wefit. I took her hard, her blood still sweet on my tongue as I kissed her to completion, her body perfect and beautiful and hot beneath mine.

Zane nibbled on my shoulder, his palm gliding up and down my spine, stroking me as I drove into her, his touch knowing and sensual and exactly what I needed.

When I released her mouth, his was waiting, his tongue worshipping mine as I worshipped her body. Her nails drew up my sides, her breasts cushioned against my chest, then I felt her reach for Zane. He hissed as her palm wrapped around his arousal, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

One unit.

Perfect.

Erotic as hell.

I shuddered, the sensations and emotions taking me to new heights.

“Her mouth,” I panted, pulling away from Zane to brace my palms on the bed and sink even deeper into her blissful heat. “Fuck her mouth.”

I was barely holding onto my control, the demand my attempt to find myself, to be the lord in the bedroom.

Neither of them were feeding from me, just indulging in the heat and our sensual embrace.

Zane moved upward, his palm wrapping around the back of Guinevere’s head as he helped to guide her into an angle to suck his cock.

Not that she needed the guidance.

She was already moving, aware of what I wanted—what we all desired.Because I could feel it, their yearnings, matching my cravings, and it sent a fresh wave of invisible flames rippling down my body.

Shit.

My balls tightened, my muscles clenching from the onslaught of joint pleasure.

“I can feel you,” I marveled, losing myself again. “Fuck,I canfeelyou.”