Summoning Heat #6
Lugh’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me more securely against him, his chest a solid wall at my front.
“I don’t usually share,” he said quietly, and the honesty in it made my heart stutter.
“But with the effort you put into gettin’ us here…
” His thumb swept along the curve of my hip, possessive and tender all at once.
“I’d do absolutely anything you wanted.”
“Well, well.” The demon’s tone turned amused again. “Aren’t you Mr Prince Feckin’ Charming.”
The demon’s mouth found the side of my neck, opposite the mark Lugh had already left.
Lips traced a lazy line there, then teeth caught gently at my skin—just enough pressure to make me gasp.
He soothed the sting with a slow, open-mouthed kiss, moaning under his breath like he’d finally given in to something he’d been fighting from the moment he arrived.
A sharp slap landed low on my ass, more sting than pain, and heat splintered out from the point of contact.
“I’m gonna leave my mark all over your skin,” he promised, his voice a low vow at my throat.
One hand slid over my thigh and up to my waist, fingers splaying wide to anchor me in place. His other hand came up fast and sure, gripping my jaw and turning my face back toward him despite the way I was still angled toward Lugh.
“With my hands…” his thumb pressed along my mouth. “My teeth…” A teasing nip found my throat, soothed immediately by the sweep of his tongue. “My mouth…” He claimed me then, sealing his mouth to mine in a long, possessive kiss that stole my breath and left me swaying.
“And my monstrous cock.”
Between the two of them, my body no longer felt entirely like it belonged to me—and somehow that was exactly right.
There was a quiet shuffle of fabric and buckles behind me, then the soft thud of something striking stone. Beneath my palms, I felt Lugh’s chest rise as he drew in a slow, deliberate breath, like he was clinging to the last threads of his restraint.
When I glanced back, the demon was bare—lazy and unapologetic about it, as though clothing had always been optional.
The sight sparked something reckless in me. I turned back to Lugh and began undoing him with trembling hands, biting my lip as I worked at fabric and laces, watching his eyes darken with every inch revealed. Watching him draw taut with restraint, like it physically hurt to keep himself leashed.
Behind me, the demon eased back a fraction. When I turned my head, he was already lowering himself to the floor with languid, predatory grace, sprawling against the cold stone like a king claiming his throne. His gaze never left me—or the place where I still straddled Lugh.
“Now,” he said, voice gone dark and indulgent, “you’re gonna be my good little plaything and come sit where I want you.” His gaze dragged down my body. “ Come take a seat on daddy’s face. I’ve more than earned the right to taste your delicious cunt properly.”
My breath hitched. Every nerve in me was already singing from his mouth on my neck and Lugh’s hands on my skin.
“Come on, little sinner. We both know that you’ve been dripping for me since before you even lit the candle inside the summoning circle,” he went on lazily. “You meant to summon me. The pretty boy over there is just the world’s most inconvenient unwelcome interruption.”
Lugh gave a quiet, incredulous huff, his hands squeezing my waist. The demon’s mouth curved.
“But,” he added, his gaze sliding back to Lugh. “Once I’ve had my fill of you, I trust your demigod here will see to what comes after.”
“Huh,” Lugh said, intrigue threading his tone. “A demon who kens the value of care. Who gives instead of just takin’.”
“Who says I can’t give and take all at once?” the demon shot back. “I’ll take and give in equal measure—until she doesn’t know where one ends and the other begins.”
The promise curled low in my belly. My thighs pressed together on instinct, and I felt Lugh’s fingers tighten, grounding and steady.
“It’s yours if you want it,” he said, voice rough but clear. “Tell me you want this.”
I drew in a breath and lifted my chin, meeting his gaze. “I want it fiercely,” I whispered, because the ache for him had grown too loud to ignore.
Lugh answered without words. He dipped his mouth to my throat and kissed me there, gentle and sure, then gathered me up against him as he rose, holding me easily like I weighed nothing at all. For a heartbeat he just stood there with me, solid and steady, before lowering me back to my feet.
He stepped aside just enough to clear my path. His hand lingered at my back, guiding, permission given.
As I moved past him, he gave my ass a sharp, unmistakable smack, the sound cracking through the space between us. Not a push. Not a dismissal. A send-off.
“Go on, angel,” he murmured close to my ear. “I’ll be right here.”
Decision made, I went.
The demon’s eyes darkened as I stepped into his space. Seated though he was, his hands came up to my hips, firm and possessive, claiming me where I stood.
“Turn around,” he murmured. “I want this plump arse in my face, hands and mouth on my cock.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, but I did it—I turned, presenting myself to him, every inch of exposed skin prickling under the weight of his stare. He made a low, appreciative sound.
Strong hands drew me down, coaxing me to settle over his mouth. My knees braced on either side of his head, his hands firm on my hips—guiding the angle like we’d done this dance a thousand times.
The stone beneath us was cold, but his body was not. He was all passionate intent and wicked patience, guiding me exactly where he wanted me with slow, unhurried pressure.
“Easy,” he purred. “There we go. Just like that.”
My breath trembled out of me as his mouth finally found me—hot, insistent, devastatingly thorough. “Gods… your tongue. I’ve never—oh fuck. No one’s ever—”
“You’ve never had your pussy devoured?” he purred. “I do love ruining an amateur. Now, sit on my face like you intend to smother me, and move these hips back and forth, right over my tongue.”
I didn’t need to look to know Lugh had come close. I felt him in front of me, the heat of his body, the soft drag of his fingers under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his.
“Grind yourself down on his tongue,” Lugh commanded quietly.
“Yes,” the demon purred. “Listen to the golden boy and grind. Sit down on my feckin’ face and ride my tongue.” I did as I was told. The movement caused his thick cock to pulse, reminding me what else he’d asked for. I stroked him from base to tip.
“Fuck, oh yes. Fuck. Work my cock up and down. Give your wrist a good twist. Yes—gods, yes. Just like that.”
His voice broke as he added, almost reverent, “I could suck on this perfect clit for hours…”
I rocked against him, messy and shaking.
“Lugh, baby… please,” I pleaded. “I want you in my mouth.”
When I reached for him, he came willingly.
“You sure? Think you can handle takin’ me all the way?” he asked quietly, the question in his eyes, in the gentle way his thumb brushed my lower lip.
I laughed, breathless and wrecked around the edges. “So sure,” I said through a moan. “I’m so very fucking sure.”
The look he gave me in answer nearly undid me on its own. “How could I say no when you ask like that?” he murmured, his voice roughening. “When you look so pretty, lookin’ up at me?”
His thumb brushed my lower lip, gentle and coaxing. “Open those pretty pink lips.”
He guided me where he wanted me with a tenderness that only made everything more intense. He rubbed the head of his cock against my lips, spreading his arousal over me in an unmistakably claiming way. I answered without hesitation, my response drawing a rough breath from him.
When I took him in, eager and unguarded, his reaction was immediate. A helpless sound tore free as his head tipped back, the sound pulled from him like it had been wrenched straight out of his chest, too big for the space it was born into.
The world narrowed to mouths and hands and the dizzying, overwhelming sensation of being worshipped and devoured at the same time.
“Oh fuck,” Lugh breathed, his voice breaking. “Gods… the way you moan around my cock as he worships you between your thighs…mother feckin’ shite…your throat is so tight. You take me so well.”
The demon growled, his voice rough with approval. “She gushes when you praise her. This tight little cunt tastes like wild honey. So feckin’ sweet.”
My response turned messy, spilling out in sharp little gasps I couldn’t swallow back, my body answering him before I had the sense to try.
“Yes—yes,” the demon gasped, the words tearing out of him. “Keep strokin’ my cock like that… just like that. I’m about to blow for you.”
“I’m so close,” Lugh rasped. “Make sure she cums first.”
“You don’t have to tell me how to please a woman,” the demon snapped back.
Time blurred. Sound blurred—my own broken noises, the demon’s low, satisfied groans, Lugh’s choked curses tumbling together in a heady rush. They pushed and coaxed and murmured praise against my skin, keeping me right at that sharp, unbearable edge until all I could do was cling and burn and fall.
I stayed committed to pleasuring Lugh with my tongue and throat, and my demon with my fist until the tension in their bodies snapped.
Pleasure shuddered through them at the same time, and I swallowed every last drop Lugh gave me, as his hand cradled the back of my head like I was something precious even now.
Then, the demon’s cock jerked and pulsed until I could feel hot spurts of cum hit my stomach and chest.
The demon’s hands slid back to my hips, steadying me as my legs went watery. He guided me off of him carefully—just enough control to keep me from crashing.
I was shaking, tears streaking down my face, every muscle loose and useless. I stayed on my knees, chest heaving, lips wet and tingling. Lugh’s breathing sawed in and out above me, his hand still cradling the back of my head.