Page 50 of Paramour of Sin

A Demonic Lord.

One of the most powerful beings in existence.

And I was about to bring these two sex demons to their knees.

Her breaths came quicker now, but I ignored her, allowing her toreallysee me.

Breaking the kiss, I ordered, “Take off my pants.”

Zane nipped my lower lip, then released me and Guinevere to kneel on the bed. She still lay prone between us, but his eyes were on me, his hands going to my hips as he deftly pulled down my zipper and shoved the fabric down my hips.

I stood to finish the job, kicking off my shoes and socks in the process.

Then I looked down at Guinevere and admired the utter devotion on her face. The lack of lighting did nothing to hide her blush, my demonic senses alert and alive and allowing me to see in the dark.

Her pupils flared.

Her lips parted.

And she inhaled a heady breath underlined in our joint arousal. “I think she approves, Zane.” Yet I was still in my boxer shorts. How would she react to seeing all of me?

“I think we all approve, my lord,” he replied, his cock pulsing in agreement.

I reached for him, stroking him through the silky fabric of his black boxer shorts—the exact same brand as my own—and grabbed him by the neck again, yanking him into a feral kiss.

Zane bit my lip, and I returned the favor, relishing the slight taste of blood in my mouth and the way he moaned against my mouth. He palmed my shaft, mimicking my movements, his deft fingers rubbing, tugging, and sending electric sensations through my body.

Fuck.

All the while, Guinevere watched. Her arousal painted the room in a delicate fragrance I wanted to lose myself in. Taste her. Take her. Complete her.Ownher

Her interest mingled with Zane’s, their sexual spirits stroking my aura enticingly, daring me to indulge in more, to fuck them both, to allow them tofeed.

I blasted them with another caress of my power and grinned as Zane shuddered against me, his dick throbbing in my palm.

But Guinevere’s moan sounded almost agonized, like she couldn’t take the sensations anymore. Like she was ready to combust or scream or maybe even cry.

The poor darling girl was being neglected, our euphoric embrace lashing out at her between us, chaining her to the bed and holding her captive while we devoured each other.

Soon,I promised her. Not that she could hear me. Not that she’d even understand. But I had a plan. I always did. And it required her to remain there for just another moment.

Of course, Zane had other ideas.

He understood Guinevere’s need, his incubus soul talking to hers on a level I’d never know.

His hand left my shaft, eliciting a growl from my throat. A growl that turned to a groan as he pressed Guinevere’s palm to my aching balls. “Fuck,” I muttered in his mouth, both irritated and aroused that he’d taken charge and defied my need for control.

Such disobedience, I thought, shuddering as he curled her fingers around me and showed her what I liked. But fuck, I loved that about him. Loved that he always defied me. Tested me. Pushed me to my limits.

And he was driving me to one now.

He wrapped his fingers around hers, guiding her, teaching her, and taunting me.

Hell’s Realms, I’m on fire.

I shook with my crumbling restraint, my need to bend them both over and teach them a lesson nearly burning through the last vestiges of my control.

My grip on his neck tightened, my kiss turning savage as I punished him with my mouth.