37. Sydney
Yeah, I was kissing Kujo, and it wasn’t a distraction to get him off of me. If I wanted that, I had multiple options to get him away from me. No, I wanted him here. Based on what I felt rubbing against my thigh, he wanted to be here too.
Kujo kissed like he was consuming me. He grabbed my wrist, yanked them above my head, and pinned me down. We both knew I was letting him do this and the groan I let out also let him know I was enjoying the shit out of it.
“Two options, Killer, and you’ve got two seconds to make that choice. I can portal us to a proper fucking bed or we can do this down and dirty on these mats. I’m about a second away from snapping and taking you right here, so if you want a bed, speak up.”
Once upon a time, I had kinky fantasies about karate mats, Daniel, and Johnny, but that’s a good way to get permabanned from a dojo. I absolutely did not want to go anywhere but here right now. I lifted my hips to grind against him.
“I want you right here,” I said.
“Uh huh. In front of the peanut gallery or shall I kick them out?”
Huh. I guess I zoned out since all of this had been about Kujo and his visions. Celix and Nero were just leaning against the wall watching us. Had I just been dancing with Kujo this whole time? Yeah, that tracked.
They were a team, brothers. Kujo had been the odd man out. They stepped aside and let us work it out because those were the kind of demons they were. And I was starting to love them for that.
“I think they are into watching. I think I am into being watched. If it’s going to be the three of us, there’s going to be some sharing and voyeurism. What do you want to do?”
Kujo just chuckled.
“Give a fucking incubus a few pointers.”
Oh, my grandfather, because Nero could have written several manuals and tutorials. So could Celix. Kujo was about to show off all over my vagina. And where the fuck did he get that giant knife he just produced and why was he waving it in my face?
“Be very still. I want you to sit on my face and these clothes are in my way.”
“You’d better not—motherfucker.”
It was all sexy when I wrote the hero ripping or slicing the heroines clothes off, but this sports bra really supported the girls when I wanted to punch people. Kujo leaned down and bit my nipple.
“Hush. I’ll buy you another one,” Kujo said, yanking off my leggings.
Kujo flopped on his back and yanked me on top of him.
“Sit on my face and then I want you to ride me.”
I caressed his cheek and leaned down to kiss him. I got the feeling he didn’t do that often, if ever. Kujo was always on top and in control. This was more than just sex for him. Me too, to be honest. All three of them were mine.
I climbed over Kujo and straddled his face. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, yanked me to him, and devoured me. Yeah, Kujo got on his back for me, but he was running this show. I had no problem with that.
“Want a little boost?” Nero asked.
Kujo snarled and kept going. I was sure Nero and Celix would play with us later, but Kujo didn’t want any outside interference right now. Kujo was intense and fierce. He ate pussy just like how he usually acted. All I could do was hang on for dear life and enjoy the ride.
Motherfucker. There was just something different about sex with demons. It wasn’t just the magic, though that part was awesome. These three just seemed really enthusiastic that everyone enjoyed themselves.
Holy shit, the orgasms. Mine ripped through me like a freight train. The only time I’d cum that hard was with Nero and Celix. I was complete goo by the time I was done. Kujo just hummed contentedly as I crawled off his chest. That asshole had every reason to be proud of himself.
We weren’t done yet. I wasn’t a selfish lover, and I was going to make damned sure Kujo enjoyed himself too.
“You really want me on top?” I asked, tugging his nipple piercing.
Kujo just gave me this soft smile.
“Never done it before. Never wanted to until now. I figure the only person wild enough to do it properly would assault a fury with no fucking mental shields or magic and continually antagonize fallen angels. You’re rather insane, Killer, but I like it. Show me how crazy you are.”
“You sure you can handle that?”
“Don’t hold back on my account.”
I climbed on Kujo again, but he sat up once he was inside me. I guess we were getting crazy together. And yeah, his dick was pierced, so cross that off my bucket list. Kujo grabbed my ponytail, yanked my head back, and then bit me.
Kujo was hitting all the right spots in this position. He was pulling my hair and biting me. I hadn’t even been fucked like this in college when I was taking questionable men home from concerts.
“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” Kujo growled.
“Me neither, but you asked for it.”
“That, I did.”
Kujo shoved his hand between us and started rubbing my clit with his thumb. Yeah, I had already been milliseconds away from another orgasm and that just pushed me way over the cliff. Kujo growled and bit me again when my nails ripped down his shoulders.
He was right behind me and then we just held each other shaking for a few minutes. Kujo wrapped his arms around me and cupped my ass.
“You assholes coming to bed?”
The bedroom I’d chosen had this ridiculous bed that was technically big enough for all four of us. Kujo hadn’t joined us and I knew he didn’t snuggle, so I didn’t know if he was joining us now.
Apparently, he was, and he wanted to be big spoon. Celix slipped in the bed on my other side and threw his arm and leg around me. Nero joined us on the other side of Celix and I felt his tail wrap around my wrist.
I felt…a lot more whole than I had in a long time. I’d been unbalanced and off kilter since Mom died. I still was now that I knew she’d been murdered, but I could feel a way out. I thought it was just cancer before. I couldn’t blame anyone or hit them.
But I could blame someone and get revenge now. These three demons were amazing and supportive. I didn’t know how I was going to react if we found my father, but I knew if I got weird about it, they’d help me through it.
We were supposed to be clearing Kujo’s mind for a vision, but I didn’t regret how it ended.
He was mine now and for a dude that didn’t snuggle, he was an excellent big spoon.