“Already what?” she presses. She’s so innocent. So unsure of herself, and part of me loves that innocence more than anything because it makes every damn response she has so sincere. She’s not planned or seductive. She’s not playing an angle like every demon woman.
“Already what, Raz?”
I lean down and let my nose brush her ear as I whisper the word she wants to hear. “Yours.”
She attacks me with a sloppy kiss, and that’s when I know I’m forgiven. Forgiven, maybe…but I still plan to do a shit ton of atoning for my deception. I need to ask forgiveness from her lips, her breasts, that pussy.
I grow thick and hard as a steel pipe thinking about the ways I’m going to apologize.
“You could have told me…when we met,” Katrina whispers.
I don’t answer, because why talk when there’s a breast waiting for you? I lick the soft flesh of the breast I freed and caress the opposite side through her shirt. I squeeze that ripe hill of flesh and slide my rough palm over her nipple.
The skin underneath my lips is soft and perfect as I pepper kisses from one of those freckles to the next.
I love Katrina’s sharp intake of breath, love even more when I feel her hips move under me and her body stiffens in anticipation. I point my tongue and trace closer to her nipple, circling like a shark, waiting…waiting…
When I hear a tiny whimper erupt from her lips, I go in for the kill. I latch onto her nipple and suck hard, and my mind goes to another place. Her hands dig into my hair, nails scratching, and all the primal parts of my brain light up as if there’s a bar inside me, walls full of neon signs, and someone just flicked the switch to light all of them up at once.
Part of me wants to flip her over and shove those teasing little booty shorts down so that I can fuck her hard and fast. But I hold that part back, just like I always do. My princess needs it gentle until she’s ready to beg for it.
I let my tongue lap gently, tapping against her little bud until I feel her squirming and arching underneath me. Then I glide my hand up, letting a single finger transition into a long black claw. I slip it under her strap, and with a flick, I slice through it and slide the shirt down to free her other breast.
I growl in appreciation as I dive towards that other nipple. “Mine.”
“Psst. By mine, you mean ours…right?” Akor’s fucking voice almost makes me bite my princess. I whirl around, wings flaring out, protecting Katrina. I feel my eyes glow red in fury as I snarl at him.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Akor shrugs, a pale shoulder lifting nonchalantly. He’s shirtless, despite the chill. His mohawk is perfect, no doubt because the crazy fuck is always hoping Katrina will walk out on her balcony and see him.
He’s so fucking lucky I don’t have pain magic, or he’d be on the floor.
“Well, I was listening for Katrina to kick you out so I could rush in to comfort her, but then things got interesting.”
I hear Katrina snort and giggle behind me, and part of my fury softens. That damn giggle does it every time.
“What the hell do you want?” I demand, keeping my voice gruff.
Akor bounces up on his toes and tilts his head until he looks like some kind of creep. “I want in on the fun.”
7
Akor
I see my cherry peeking around Raz’s extended wing. Her blue eyes are wide, and there’s a gorgeous, natural pink tint to her cheeks. She’s ripe and ready, and I can’t wait to eat her. The taste of her I got at the little human dance lingers in my mind, and I lick my lips in anticipation.
Raz tries to stop me from seeing our precious girl, his eyes glowing bright red, his wings stretched out so far, they brush the room-darkening drapes on the floor to ceiling window to our left. The claws on the tips of said wings extend towards me in an aggressive manner.
What does he have to be pissed about? He wasn’t the one getting left out of naughty playtime!
“Sharing is caring,” I remind him in a sing-song voice, wagging my finger.
He doesn’t take my warning seriously. Why don’t people ever take sung warnings to heart? They should.
Raz growls at me. He’s always had a short temper, even when he was our second-in-command instead of our leader. I used to think his barking was hot and would often piss him off and then start jerking off in front of him. For some reason, he never seemed to appreciate it.
Just like now.
“Get out,” he growls at me. I nearly sigh from boredom. He’s always predictable, straightforward in his aggression. He wants his own turn to play with our little mate by himself. But that’s not how this works. At least, that’s not how I’m going to let this work. Katrina belongs to all of us.
Raz lunges right for me, and it’s clear as starlight that he plans to shove me back into the other bedroom with Adam and slam the door, despite the fact that it won’t lock because he shredded the knob. He probably plans to shove something heavy in front of it too.
Silly demon.
I waggle a finger, and my pain magic strikes out like a whip. I break his big toe and watch with a smile as the big, strong demon man whimpers and grabs his foot.
While he hops around like an ugly, black flamingo, I make my way to the bed and see my Katrina’s breasts are already on display. I lick my lips. Gorgeous.
“Akor…” she breathes, her chest rising, the little points of her nipples moving up and drawing my eyes.
Raz’s hand smacks into my shoulder and shoves me sideways into a dresser that digs into my hip bone. “You interrupted us. This was my time.”
I don’t take my eyes off of Katrina. Her jaw has dropped, and my little darling looks terrified that we’re about to fight. But I can also see the tiny bit of excitement in her gaze over it. No, I’m not projecting because I want to smash Raz in the face.
Ok, fine. Maybe a little.
But blood is a turn-on, right? Women love to lick the blood of your enemies from your neck as you fuck them. Right?
I rip my arm back and take a swing, cracking Raz across the jaw. Pain sizzles down my arm, but it’s nothing compared to what my magic can make me feel. I ignore it easily. It’s like stepping on a nail, hardly noticeable.
“Make me bleed so Katrina can lick the blood,” I tell him, my dick getting hard at the thought of her tongue on me.
“Don’t do that!” Katrina immediately interjects.
She’s just playing coy. I know she’ll love the taste of blood once she gets used to it.
Raz narrows his eyes, and I dance around him, putting my hands up by my face like a boxer, my feet switching back and forth. “You want to fight over her?”
He bares his teeth at me, and I can see the pulse in his jaw quicken. Oh, he wants to fight.
But my murder leader surprises me. “No,” he growls. “I want to eat out our Center while you play with her breasts.”
If Katrina’s eyes were wide before, they’re the size of tea saucers now.
I dance closer to my beautiful cherry, dropping my fighter’s stance and lowering my palms to her stomach. I trace the outline of her bellybutton through the shredded remains of her tank top, thinking about how one day, I want to plant a baby demon in there.
I surge forward, leaping onto the bed and straddling her so I can nip at her lips, fingertips lightly pressing against her abdomen until she lies down. And the look in her eyes…