Page 54 of Paramour of Sin

Zane nipped my lip, drawing my focus to him and the death grip I had on his cock.

I didn’t release him.

I squeezed him harder.

So he bit me harder.

A war of dominance and sexual prowess.

A war I would win.

Only Guinevere chose that moment to take me so deep into her throat, that her lips almost touched my base. “Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back as she groaned around me, the sound reverberating down my shaft to my damn balls.

Zane grinned, his palm closing around mine as he took control of my movements.

Because I was done.

I was positively destroyed.

I’d been brought to my literal knees by them both.

There was no equality here. No common ground. I was a Demonic Lord.TheirDemonic Lord. But on this playground, they mastered me entirely.

Not because I was weak.

But because I wanted them to.

I wanted this. Them. Their mouths. Their touches, strokes, tongues, and hands.

Zane had kissed a path down my neck, his lips sucking on my pulse. And all the while, he pleasured himself withmyhand.

And Guinevere.

Fuck, Guinevere.

Her mouth claimed my damn soul, feeding off my mounting passion as she forced me to the edge. My abdomen tightened, heat infusing my veins, and then my fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her to take the brunt of what she’d provoked. Forcing her to swallow. Forcing her to accept every bit of my pleasure down her pretty little throat.

I erupted on a roar of sound, power emanating from me and overtaking them both, consuming them, flooring them, demanding their submission while equally emboldening them.

It was intense.

Beautiful.

Frantic.

And dangerous.

So fucking dangerous.

Because it was quite possibly one of the best orgasms of my existence. And Guinevere swallowed every damn drop of it, taking me with a ferocity known of her kind.

When I pulled her off me and pressed her lips to Zane, she swallowed him, too. He came within seconds, his incubus soul easily provoked, and the sheer vitality flowing from me to him was enough to take him there.

I felt him come.

I felt him growl.

I felt himenjoy.