Page 79 of Paramour of Sin

Sandwiched between them.

Two gorgeous, powerful demons.

Both were technically my superiors, too. Lord Zebulon because of his position and Zane because of his age and experience.

Oh, demons…I was going to burn up between them. Combust. Die from my mountingneed.

Zane slid his fingers inside me, collecting my natural lubrication. Then shifted his touch backward to begin preparing me for his entry.

No foreplay.

Just right to the point.

Except all of this was technically a prelude, even last night.

Tonight would be the real deal. I could feel it in the way Lord Zebulon possessed me with his mouth. I’d stood up to him. Challenged him. And I’d attempted to take charge in the bedroom.

They were about to bring me back down to Earth, only to send me off into the stars with mind-blowing pleasure.

I accepted that. Desired that, even. And I told Lord Zebulon that with my hand on his throbbing shaft, caressing him in earnest and preparing him for a night of sin.

He released my hair to palm my breast, his mouth skimming downward to find my nipple as Zane added a second finger behind me.

I cried out, arching into the Demonic Lord as Zane’s free hand went to my damp center to yank me back against him.

Hell’s Realms…I breathed, my heart in my throat.

The potency of them both, their lust mingling with my own, was pushing me closer to the edge and we hadn’t truly begun.

Lord Zebulon’s hands went to my waist, lifting me effortlessly. “Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded.

I did, trapping Zane’s fingers inside me in the front as my groin kissed Lord Zebulon’s arousal.

The incubus responded with a grin against my neck, his lips ghosting over my thundering pulse. He rubbed me then, his touch stroking us both intimately and drawing a gasp from my mouth.

It was so intensely erotic, a way of joining the three of us in a manner I hadn’t considered. Zane heightened the connection as he shifted his touch to stroke Lord Zebulon’s shaft with his damp fingers.

“Is she ready?” our lord asked.

“She’s always ready,” Zane replied, his breath hot against my skin. “Just like me. Just like you.”

Lord Zebulon’s chest rumbled against mine, his agreement palpable. And then he was kissing me again as Zane guided the other man’s head to my entrance.

I shook, stunned by the erotic nature of that introduction.

Zane initiating sex. Between me and Lord Zebulon. Oh, demons…

The Demonic Lord accepted the invitation with a thrust, filling me to the hilt while I clung to him like a lifeline. If he stopped now, I’d kill him. I needed him more than air. I needed his power. His lust. Hishunger. I wanted to drown in it, revel in his essence for days and weeks on end, and never surface.

If this was my last week on Earth, then I wanted this memory to last.

I was only vaguely aware of Lord Zebulon shifting, his legs walking us over to his massive bed. Then he expertly slid over the mattress with me attached to his hips. I straddled him as he laid back, my mouth following his as he kissed me senseless.

Zane moved behind me, his fingers tracing my spine as his opposite hand finished preparing me for his entry.

This was a succubus’s dream come true—two hot, virile males, pistoning into her from two angles.

I writhed between them, ready to dance, to fuck, to indulge in this moment of wicked bliss. “Take me, Zane,” I begged, my lips brushing Lord Zebulon’s. “Please.”