Summoning Heat #7
Then he dropped down in front of me.
His mouth found every inch of skin, everywhere except the place that ached the most. Each brush of his lips only sharpened the need he deliberately avoided, skirting the burn he’d left humming through my body while he kept me right there, open and waiting.
The need hadn’t faded. If anything, it sharpened.
“I’m not done,” I said, the words rough but certain. “I think I could manage another round.”
For a beat, neither of them spoke.
Then Lugh huffed a quiet laugh that I felt travel the length of me. “Round two?” he asked, breath still a little ragged, amusement and challenge tangled together.
I surprised myself by laughing, low and wrecked and happy in a way I hadn’t expected to be. “Let me show you how greedy a mortal can be.”
The demon’s nails roamed over every part of me his hands could reach. “My greedy little cumslut,” he murmured. “If we’re going again, I’m claiming this tight little arse.”
His hand landed in a sharp smack against the curve of it, and I jolted, a bright flare rushing through me as my breath broke free.
Lugh shifted, drawing in a slow breath as if steadying. “You sure ye’re okay?” he asked, voice low and threaded with genuine concern. His hand came down gently, thumb brushing along my cheekbone in a soothing stroke that made my chest ache.
My muscles ached, but the answer came easy. “I’m still aching,” I admitted softly. “But I need more to quell this need.”
The demon let out a slow breath. “You hear that?” he said to Lugh, amusement edged with want. “Greedy little thing knows exactly what she’s asking for.”
I ignored him and held Lugh’s gaze.
Something darkened there, hunger sharpening the warmth in his eyes. He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through me.
“Oh aye,” he said quietly. “I can see that.” His hand slid over my ribs and settled at my waist, firm and claiming. “Come on, love. If ye’re askin’ for it, you’d best come sit where I can see to this need in you.”
The invitation sent a restless surge through me. I moved into him, and his hands caught my hips and drew me in. Still on his knees, he lifted me with ease, guiding me up until I was straddling him, my balance held entirely in his grip.
Only then did he lean back, settling his weight and bringing me with him, hands steady and sure as he adjusted me into place. His fingers dug in just enough to remind me how strong he was beneath all that gentleness—like he was bracing for what came next, not pulling away from it.
Then his body answered for him. I felt his hard length grow against my sex, solid and unmistakable. The very contact had him moaning low under his breath.
“Oh, that… wow. That didn’t take you long at all,” the demon drawled from nearby, sounding half impressed, half annoyed.
“Of course it didn’t,” Lugh replied easily, a smug note curling through his words. “Jealous?”
“Tch.” The demon’s scoff was soft and dismissive. “It’s just a bit… cold in here.”
Lugh’s mouth curved, wicked and fond all at once.
“I’ve got the stamina of gods. Part of the allure.
” His hands slid up my thighs, slow and possessive, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
“That, and I’ve got a fine, beautiful woman right here, lined up over my cock just beggin’ for me to claim her. ”
He drew me down, guiding me along the length of him in a slow, gliding motion that made our breaths catch in tandem. “I can’t wait to see my cum drippin’ out of you.”
Pressure bloomed low and deep as I settled into the rhythm he set, his hands firm at my hips, helping me find exactly the pace he needed. I was eager to please and to be pleased by him.
“Ah, the demigod’s got himself a breeding kink,” the demon drawled.
Lugh’s voice dropped to something confident and almost proud as he worked me over him. “I love seein’ my seed drippin’ out of a woman’s sweet heat,” he said, gaze locked on mine. “The proof of how well I’ve taken her.”
“That’s it,” he murmured, as his fingers tightened, urging my hips to move just a little faster, a little deeper into him.
“Feel me. Every inch of me. Slide your perfect cunt up and down on my cock to get it nice and wet before I fuck into you.” Each word vibrated through his chest and into mine.
“You feel so gods-damned incredible, angel. Ye’re doin’ such a good job. ”
Praise hit me almost as hard as his body did, turning my bones to liquid. I reached up to play with my nipples, continuing to move with him, letting him pull me higher and higher toward a place that already seemed dangerously close to release.
When he finally pressed into me, the breath punched clean from my lungs.
A sound tore out of him—low, rough, helplessly male—and it went straight through me, hotter than any filthy word thrown around tonight.
His fingers dug into my hips as if he were bracing himself against the pull of it, jaw tight, a broken groan spilling free anyway as he sank in, inch by inch.
“So tight,” he murmured, the words torn loose. “So soft… gods. Ye’re perfectly feckin’ mine.”
He held there for a heartbeat, like he needed it, as if the feel of me was something he had to survive before he could move again—until there was nowhere left for me to go but around him.
Then I took control and started to move.
Slow at first—testing, learning the way our bodies fit—rocking my hips in my own rhythm instead of just taking the pace he’d set for me. His hands followed every shift, guiding but not steering, a hoarse curse falling from his lips when I rolled down just right.
“You’re gettin’ her nice and ready for what I’m about to do,” the demon drawled behind me, smug satisfaction dripping from every word.
He placed his deft fingers against my puckered hole. “Hold it, now—where’s the lube?” Lugh managed, voice rough but still stubbornly practical.
A dark laugh curled over my shoulder. “Did you really think I came on her stomach out of courtesy?” the demon purred. “I’m gonna use my cum to stick my cock in where it belongs.”
His hand slid over my hip, and a sharp smack landed just high enough to make me gasp more from surprise than pain.
“Stay still,” the demon murmured, voice dropping into something low and serious that sent a shiver through me. “If you keep wigglin’ like that, little mortal, I’ll land somewhere neither of us will enjoy. So…hold still for me.”
“I want you to have a safe word.” Lugh said through a deep moan. My chest tightened in a different way, sharp and achingly sweet. A god, half-wild with need, still drawing that line for me. I didn’t trust my voice at first, so I answered by catching his face in both hands.
I poured every ounce of gratitude and wanting into the press of my mouth against his. He made a sound low in his throat—surprised, pleased—and his hands flexed at my hips like he was fighting the urge to drag me down even harder.
“I want a word,” he rasped against my parted lips. “One word. Say it once, and everything stops.”
“Emerald,” I breathed, resting my forehead against his. “I trust you. I trust this.”
Something in his gaze went molten at that—pride, possession, and a promise all tangled together. Knowing it was for me felt otherworldly.
Lugh’s hand came up to cradle my jaw. “Focus on me, love. Breathe with me. Let him take care of the rest.”
I thought I could probably love him a little for that. I loved that he kept putting the reins back in my hands, even as he held my body firmly in place.
I glanced over my shoulder, meeting the demon’s hungry gaze. “Take what you want from me.”
“Good girl,” he said softly.
What came next blurred at the edges—hands repositioning me, warm bodies shifting around mine.
Lugh’s voice was in my ear as the demon settled in behind me.
There was a murmur about ‘making sure we do this right’, a rough joke from the demon about knowing better than to hurt what belonged to him, and then the careful, relentless push of more.
When the demon finally entered my tight puckered hole, Lugh’s answering curse tore out of him, ragged and unrestrained. His head tipped back, eyes squeezing shut. “Oh, mother—” He broke off on a strangled groan, then choked out, disbelieving, “Is your—is your cock vibratin’?”
The demon’s laugh was pure sin. “Jealous of my superior form, golden boy?” he asked, savoring every syllable.
Lugh shot him a glare over my shoulder, still breathing hard. “You feckin’ wish,” he muttered.
“It’s a cock ring,” the demon said at last, as if offering a trade secret. I could hear his smirk in the words.
Lugh made a noise halfway between outrage and reluctant admiration. “Who just carries a cock ring around with them?”
“Demon, remember?” He replied blandly. “Summoning magic.”
Lugh scoffed. “Why didn’t you summon her a pair of knee pads…or a godsdamned… I dinnae ken… a bed?”
“Why would I conjure her a pair of knee pads or a bed when I want her feelin’ this tomorrow? I want her pain.”
Lugh snorted. “Of course you do. How very on brand.”
“Now shut the fuck up,” the demon growled, voice roughening. “I don’t need you buzzin’ in my ear as I fully claim this tight little arse.”
Pressure became stretch, which became burning sweetness. I buried my face against Lugh’s throat, clutching at him, his palms splayed wide over my back, murmuring praise and encouragement in my ear as if we were alone and not sharing this madness with a creature from the pit.
“Breathe, angel,” he whispered. “Ye’re takin’ it so well. That’s it. Just like that. Let us in.”
A low, stunned curse dragged out of the demon, his breath hot against sweat slicked back as he leaned over my form. “You feel…” He swallowed a groan. “You’re gonna ruin me,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Commit this feelin’ to memory, because you will never find this kind of pleasure again.”