28 Ariuk
Ariuk
We barely made it through the apartment door before Deus was on me again. His tail had stayed looped around my ankle for most of the drive, and apparently the second Luc shut the door behind us was all the permission Lust needed to stop pretending we were capable of behaving.
Deus caught me around the waist and pulled me back against him, his mouth finding the side of my neck while one hand slid beneath the hem of my shirt.
Heat spread everywhere he touched, slow and heavy this time, and I tried very hard to remember there were three other demons standing less than six feet away even as I tilted my head to give him more room.
“Deus,” I breathed, but my fingers were already bunching in the front of his shirt instead of pushing him away.
“Bedroom,” Luc said from behind us. I looked over my shoulder, ready to protest on principle, but he was already shrugging out of his jacket and watching Deus’s hands with the exhausted expression of someone who knew exactly where this was headed.
“Hey, I get it, but Deus makes a mess, and he absolutely will make a mess of you in the best possible way. We’re all right here if you need us, but I’m really not ready for a full-on orgy tonight. ”
Nick dropped onto the couch while Zel looked far too entertained by the warning, and Luc pointed toward the hallway as Deus kissed his way higher beneath my ear. “And when he gets started, it kind of rubs off on everybody else.”
I snorted just as Deus tightened his arm around my waist and started walking me backward toward the hall. “An orgy, huh?”
Deus glanced down at me, green eyes already darkening as the first edge of his horns pushed through his twists. “Yeah, but we don’t have enough of the Sins here to really have fun yet. Once we get all of them together in one room, Sweetness, I’ll show you how crazy we can get.”
That should’ve worried me more than it did.
Instead, I let him pull me down the hall, and by the time the bedroom door shut behind us, I’d already decided I wasn’t interested in pretending I wanted space.
Deus’s hands came back to my waist, but I caught his wrist before he could pull my shirt over my head.
“I remember the word,” I told him, and something in his expression sharpened when I added, “I’m not using it. ”
“Good.” His gaze dropped to my mouth and stayed there while I stripped off my shirt myself. “Because I’ve been sitting next to you for that entire drive trying not to put my hands everywhere.”
“Then stop trying.”
His mouth was on mine before I finished speaking.
Deus kissed like he was starving for sensation rather than trying to rush toward one thing.
His hands moved constantly, learning the shape of my waist, my ribs, the curve beneath my breasts while that strange heat followed every touch.
My bra disappeared somewhere between his mouth leaving mine and finding my chest, and when his tongue passed over one nipple, my fingers tightened against his shoulders.
The sensation was too sharp for something so simple, pleasure flashing straight through me as his mouth closed around me and his thumb rolled over the other side.
I grabbed one of his horns when he sucked harder.
Deus froze against my breast, then shuddered so violently beneath my hand that I almost let go. “Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping briefly against my chest before he looked up at me through almost-black eyes. “Do that again.”
I tightened my grip instead, pulling just enough to tilt his head where I wanted it.
The sound that came out of him made heat roll through me all over again, and his tail wrapped around my thigh as he lifted me and put me on the bed.
He followed immediately, kissing down my stomach while his hands worked my jeans open.
I caught his wrist when his fingers hooked beneath the waistband. “Don’t rip them. They’re new.”
His eyes lifted to mine, but for once he didn’t make a joke out of it.
He opened them properly and pushed them down my legs with my underwear, taking his time enough that I watched him strip his own clothes off afterward.
When his pants hit the floor, my attention dropped to his cock and stayed there.
He was thick, darker than the skin around it, with raised ridges running along the shaft and becoming more pronounced toward the base.
The head was broader than I expected, and beneath it all sat the heavier swell I recognized after Luc’s knot.
I reached for him before he could climb fully over me, wrapping my hand around his cock and feeling the ridges shift subtly beneath my palm.
My eyes lifted. “Did that move?”
Deus groaned as I stroked him again, slower this time. “My body likes knowing what feels good.”
“That’s a suspiciously vague answer.”
“It’s the only one I can manage while you’re holding my dick.” His tail snapped once behind him when I tightened my hand, and another inch of horn pushed through his twists as he leaned over me. “Sweetness, if you keep doing that, I’m not going to last long enough to show you anything.”
I smiled and stroked him again anyway.
He caught my wrist, kissed the inside of it, then pushed me back against the mattress and moved between my thighs. I expected him to line himself up immediately. Instead, his mouth dropped lower, and the first slow pass of his tongue through my pussy nearly lifted my hips off the bed.
His gift worked there too.
Of course it fucking did.
Deus spread me open with both hands and licked me again, watching my face over my stomach while every nerve beneath his mouth seemed to sharpen.
His tongue circled my clit, then slipped lower while two fingers pressed inside me, curling until my hands fisted in the sheets.
“Deus, fuck,” I gasped, and he made a pleased sound against me before doing it again.
I barely had time to warn him I was close before the orgasm hit, my thighs clamping around his head while he kept licking through every pulse until I finally shoved weakly at his shoulder.
“Give me a second.” I was still trying to breathe when he crawled back up my body, and I expected him to tease me about it.
Instead, he kissed my stomach, then the underside of one breast before settling his mouth against my neck.
His hands wandered over me without urgency, fingers tracing my ribs and waist while he sucked lightly over the hickey he’d already left there.
I found one of his horns again and tightened my hand around it. His hips jerked against mine immediately, his cock dragging through the wetness between my legs. The ridges caught against me even without entering, and I spread my thighs farther before I could overthink it.
Deus lifted his head and searched my face. “Still want me?”
“Yes.”
“Need Veyr?”
“No.” I hooked one leg around his waist and pulled him closer. “I need you to stop making me wait.”
He lined himself up and pressed inside slowly enough that I felt every ridge on the way in.
The stretch made my breath catch, and he stopped with only the head inside until I rocked toward him.
Then he pushed deeper, the textured shaft dragging through me until my fingers dug into his shoulders and my body finally accepted all of him.
“Fuck.” His eyes closed for a second when his hips settled against mine. “You feel incredible.”
I wrapped both legs around him. “Move.”
The first thrust dragged those ridges back through me hard enough that my wings burst free beneath my body.
Dark feathers spread across the bed in blues and purples, and Deus stopped mid-motion to stare.
His hand moved carefully toward the base of one wing, waiting until I nodded before brushing the sensitive skin there.
My entire body tightened around his cock.
Deus swore, and whatever restraint he had left started cracking.
He fucked me harder without becoming careless, his hand staying at the base of my wing while the other moved over my stomach, my breasts, my throat, wherever he could reach.
His touch made every place hypersensitive enough that I couldn’t tell whether I was reacting to his cock, his fingers, or the heat of his gift moving through both.
I grabbed his horns when his mouth closed around my nipple again.
“Fuck, yeah.” His voice had gone rougher, deeper, as more of his demon form pushed through. His horns lengthened beneath my hands, his body growing heavier over mine while his tail tightened around my thigh. “Hold on to me.”
I did, and the reaction nearly destroyed what remained of his control.
The pressure at the base of his cock started growing a few thrusts later.
I knew what it meant now, but knowing didn’t make the stretch any less intense when the knot started catching at my entrance.
Deus drove forward once, then again, giving my body time to adjust until I was the one tightening my legs around him and pulling him closer.
On the next thrust, the swollen base slipped inside.
I cried out and clung to his horns while Deus went rigid above me, his cock pulsing deep enough that I felt every throb against already-sensitive walls.
Heat flooded into me with the first release, then another followed before I’d even caught my breath.
His forehead dropped against mine as the knot kept him buried, though it wasn’t enough to contain everything; warmth was already slipping around the swollen base and spreading messily between my thighs.
“Deus,” I gasped, tightening my hands around his horns when his cock pulsed again. “Fuck, you’re still coming.”
“I know.” His voice had gone rough enough to vibrate against my neck when he lowered his mouth there, kissing beneath my jaw while another heavy rush filled me.