Summoning Heat #8
It was overwhelming. The fullness, the way their bodies drove into me in a brutal, perfect rhythm that kept me pinned between them. The sounds they made—Lugh’s strangled praise, the demon’s low, ragged sounds—wrapped around me and dragged me higher. It was magnificent.
Lugh’s free hand slid down from where he was playing with my nipples, knuckles grazing my belly before his thumb found that last, aching place between my thighs and began to circle—slow, merciless, perfectly in time with every thrust.
“Feel that?” he whispered as he worked me higher. “How well ye’re takin’ us? How perfect you feel wrapped around me while he fills you from behind?” His thumb pressed just a little harder, teasing right at the edge of what I could take. “Stay right there—don’t you dare fall yet.”
“I’m so close,” I choked, the words breaking on my next breath. “I’m so—gods, I’m so full of you. Of both of you. I can’t—”
“Hold it,” the demon rasped. “I don’t care how feckin’ close you are—good little sluts only cum when I say. You do want to be good for me, right?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, clinging to Lugh, nails biting into his shoulders. “But please, I—”
The demon grunted, a low, viciously pleased sound that vibrated against my spine.
“You sound incredible when you whimper like a whore for my cum. Sweet little thing,” he purred.
“Listen to her beg. That’s what I wanted from you, little sinner.
All that honesty.” His teeth scraped lightly along my shoulder, followed by a soothing drag of his tongue.
“Hold on just a little longer for me. Let your demigod play with your tight pussy while you clench my cock with this tight hole fightin’ it. ”
I let out a sound that bordered on a pained cry. Lugh’s thumb never stopped moving, slick and relentless, until my vision blurred.
“Ye’re doing so well,” he breathed, praise rough and earnest. “So gods-damned good for us. Just a little more, angel.”
Lugh leaned closer, grounding me. “Stay with me.”
A brief pause. Then—
“Look at me,” the demon commanded.
Lugh helped me twist just enough to turn my head, my cheek sliding against his shoulder as I met the demon’s gaze. His eyes were nearly black, pupils blown wide, his mouth parted on ragged breaths. Sweat darkened the hair at his temples. He looked wild to me—almost undone.
“There she is,” he whispered, delight and something almost reverent softening his tone. “You look beautiful when you cry for me.”
He dragged his thumb across my cheek, catching a tear, then leaned in and claimed my mouth in a wet, consuming kiss that stole what little breath I had left. Beneath it all, I felt Lugh’s voice, low and desperate, vibrating through his chest as he held me there.
“I’m close,” Lugh ground out. “Beg us. Beg us to fill you so full of cum that it leaks out of you all night. Beg us to let you cum. Be my good girl and take your pleasure.”
I had no pride left—not here between them, not with my body trembling and my lungs burning and every nerve pulled taut. “Please,” I choked out, the word breaking on a sob. “Please—I want your cum. I want you to fill me. Please, let me—”
The demon’s laughter ghosted against my lips, dark and pleased, his breath hot enough to make me shiver.
“Listen to her,” he purred. “Our perfect little brat, beggin’ so sweet.”
He shifted behind me, drawing himself upright, his hold tightening as his posture changed. The adjustment was subtle but devastating, the new angle driving the sensation deeper, sharper, stealing the breath from my lungs.
His gaze swept over my face, then down my body, taking in every shudder. “And look at us,” he went on softly, satisfaction threading his voice, “workin’ together to drag you right to the brink of madness.”
One arm banded tight across my chest, dragging me back flush against him as he straightened fully, using his height and strength to steal my balance.
His other hand slid down the front of my body, fingers brushing against Lugh’s where that steady, devastating pressure never let up, working over the most desperate part of me.
“I know exactly what you need… my lovely little sinner needs her clit slapped.”
A sharp, deliberate touch landed where I was already too sensitive, and my whole body jerked in response. A broken sound tore out of me as my fingers clawed into the arm locked around my chest, the sudden intensity ripping straight through whatever control I had left.
“One more, demon,” Lugh ground out, his voice frayed and rough. “She’s so damn close. Give her one more and push her over.”
A low, delighted sound vibrated through the demon’s chest against my back. “Oh, she’s gonna cum,” he said, smug and dark and certain. “But she’ll do it moanin’ my name.”
His mouth brushed my ear, his next thrust syncing with Lugh’s so perfectly. “Repeat after me,” he whispered, the name a brand against my skin. “Damias.”
It spilled off my tongue, obscene and shameless, as their rhythm turned ruthless, as his fingers returned to that aching spot with cruel, exquisite precision.
Lugh’s thumb never stopped moving, his praises tumbling out in rough fragments, their voices slipping in and out of each other until I couldn’t tell whose keening noise was whose.
“Now,” Damias growled, his hand tightening, his fingers landing one last sharp, perfect touch where I was already burning. “Cum for us.”
The world detonated.
Pleasure slammed through me so hard it stole sound and air and thought.
I felt myself break apart on it, shattering in their hands as both of them drove in one last time and went with me.
Lugh pulled me into his chest, cursing against my throat.
Damias’s groan tore straight from his throat as they followed me over the edge.
For a long moment, there was nothing but the echo of it, ricocheting through my bones.
Lugh’s arms held me in place against his hard, sweaty chest, heart hammering beneath my ear. Damias pulled himself from me with a rough, shaking breath, then collapsed on his back in a graceless sprawl, one arm slung over his eyes as he dragged in air like he’d run a marathon.
“Well,” he said finally, exhaling hard, voice rough and frayed. “That was…something.”
I felt him shift beside us, joints cracking as he stretched, a low sound escaping him as he worked the stiffness out. “I’d say my work here is done.”
“Lay the fuck down,” Lugh replied, deadpan, not bothering to open his eyes. “Stop pretendin’ ye’re as big of an arsehole as you act.”
Damias snorted. “Oh, fuck off, you sanctimonious twat.” There was no real annoyance in it.
I was still half sprawled over Lugh, but before I moved, I tipped my face to his and gave him a long kiss. As I lifted off of him, he grunted, and the proof of their joint release leaked out of me in the most tantalizing way. Just as they’d promised.
Damias was already laid out near enough that all I had to do was curl sideways and tuck myself against his ribs, stealing his warmth as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
For a heartbeat, he went utterly still. Then a sound rolled out of him—something dragged from deep in his chest like my touch had found a nerve he hadn’t meant to leave exposed.
His breath warmed my hair, hitching once, and when I shifted again—just a small, tired nuzzle to settle myself—another quiet, satisfied sound slipped free.
I lifted my head, half expecting a sneer.
Instead, Damias looked at me in a way that made my throat tighten—dark, heavy-lidded.
My hand drifted up—slow, careful—resting against his chest.
His eyelids fluttered as if he felt it everywhere. His fingers came up and closed around my wrist—not stopping me, not pushing me away—just holding me there, anchoring my hand as if he was claiming the contact.
Then, quietly, he said, “I suppose this isn’t the worst way to end a night. Fully satiated. Sexy as sin little mortal curled up at my side.” I heard the faint curve of a smile in his voice. “Leakin’ cum out of her spent little pussy.”
Lugh shifted in behind me until his chest lined up with my back—careful, unhurried, as if he was giving my body time to settle.
I stayed curled in Damias’s arms, my face tucked toward him, while Lugh curved an arm around my middle to cradle in close—broad palm, gentle pressure, thumb tracing slow, absent little strokes that made my whole spine soften.
Lugh nudged my hair aside to leave soft, lingering kisses against my temple, then my neck. “I knew you weren’t a total bastard, demon.”
“Don’t get used to it.” Damias grumbled.
Lugh’s mouth lingered at my jaw—warm breath, the barest brush of lips—before he leaned in close to my ear. His voice dropped into that low Scottish cadence, rich and intimate, the kind that wrapped around me and made the rest of the world feel very far away.
“You look so feckin’ perfect, all flushed and satiated,” Lugh said.
I let out a breathless laugh. “You keep talking to me like that in that accent, and I’m not sure I’ll have a choice but to ask for more.”
Lugh’s answering sound was a low, pleased hum. Before I could say another word, he dipped his head and nipped lightly at the shell of my ear—not enough to hurt, just enough to make the point—his mouth curving into a grin against my skin.
“Careful, angel,” he murmured, amusement and intent tangled together. “Those kinds of declarations are liable to get us both in trouble.”
Then his voice softened.
“Sweet, brave lass,” he whispered. “Do ye ken what you did tonight?”
His hand shifted, brushing the underside of my breast with deliberate care. “You wanted something,” he murmured, “and you asked for it without apology.
He paused, letting the words settle.
“That’s power.”
His hold tightened just a fraction as he drew me back into him, his mouth pressing once again to the shell of my ear like he couldn’t resist the pull of it.
“And if the world ever makes you feel hollow again,” he whispered, his voice roughening with something fierce and certain, “then let it learn this: I’ll spend a lifetime fillin’ you back up. With devotion. With worship. With every damn gentle thing you were ever denied.”
“I thought I was broken, but it turns out I was only waiting for the two of you.” The truth of it settling like a benediction.
Lugh answered first. From behind me, he leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to my temple—warm and steady, the kind that spoke of safety and constancy without a single word. His arm tightened just a fraction, shelter made flesh.
Then Damias looked down at me again.
Not with the feral hunger from before, but with something quieter.
Softer. As if he were seeing me clearly for the first time.
He hesitated only a heartbeat before dipping his head and kissing me—full and gentle, utterly unlike him.
When he drew back, there was a small, genuine smile on his mouth, unguarded and real.
I stilled between them—Damias a solid, burning presence at my front, Lugh curled behind me like refuge.
My cheek tipped just enough that I could see the cracked ceiling through the candle-dim light.
My body hummed with the echoes of every touch, every rough word, every gentle one, all of it settling into something whole.
Outside, thunder rolled distantly. Inside, there was only the sound of our slowing breaths and the dying crackle of the forgotten fire.
I’d come here alone and aching, certain magic wasn’t real and that my wants were too much for any mortal man.
For the first time in longer than I could remember, the hollow place inside me felt… full.
And as sleep tugged at the edges of my mind, one last reckless thought drifted through me.
If this was the price of summoning the ethereal and the damned, I would pay it every time.