Authors: Gracen Miller
Her fingertips tingled, and her elbows shook, but she remained elevated and staring into Troz’s black eyes.
I won’t survive. No way can I survive.
She could picture Lyx behind her on his knees, one hand gripping her hip and the other clamped on her shoulder holding her in place as his pelvis pistoned, ramming his cock into her. His head would be thrown back, his flaming red hair wet and sticking to his body. A glorious sight she would’ve loved to witness.
Beneath her Troz watched her like a male who adored her, who would breathe solely for her. Watched her like a man who…loved her.
If only
. She would make do with whatever emotion they saw fit to give her. She lifted her hand from the floor and touched the side of Troz’s face.
His palm settled over hers and, as she watched, his skeins slithered from his fingertips into her flesh. Red flashed in the center of his black eyes, and his lips parted on a groan.
Yeah, get a taste of my pleasure
.
Troz muttered something in his dialect, and she lowered herself enough to graze her lips against his. “I love you,” she whispered into his mouth.
“Mine,” he growled and sealed their lips together, the movement of his jaw felt against her palm. Eyes open, their gazes padlocked, he fucked her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the glide of his and Lyx’s cocks.
Her belly cramped with the first twinge of imminent release, and her pussy palpitated. Sanja squeezed her feminine muscles, praying the action would halt her climax. That act worked against her, heightening her pleasure.
She moaned into his mouth as a buzzing started at the base of her spine. “Troz,” she whispered, her lips never leaving his. “Oh, gawd, Troz.”
“Come when you want.” Troz’s voice was raspy as his hips flexed upward, driving into her pussy over and over again. As if he wanted to breathe her in as they made love, his mouth never left hers.
Troz’s big body shuddered beneath her, and Lyx groaned behind her, quickening his pace.
Her breathing halted, and her body short-circuited.
Too much pleasure…can’t handle
—Sanja climaxed, crying into Troz’s mouth as her whole body vibrated with her release.
Her human-like demon groaned with her, the product of feeling what she felt.
“Fuck!” Lyx removed his hand from her shoulder, gripped her hips with both hands and fucked her as hard as he could and as deep as he could go. His roughness heightened her pleasure.
Troz wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and held her against his lips. He drove his hips up, going deep and spilling inside her. He rubbed his mouth against hers. “That’s it, my sweet, sweet angel, let the orgasm own you.”
She couldn’t stop coming. Or whimpering into Troz. Trembling between them in unending climax, the bliss became almost painful. Troz went motionless, mumbling demonish words against her lips. They sounded like endearments, but maybe that was her imagination…or wishful thinking.
Lyx’s fingers pinched her hips, his thrusts grew long and hard, his pants raspy, as he drove her down on top of Troz. She turned her face into Troz’s neck breathing in his scent, a unique fragrance that even the shower hadn’t dissolved.
With a bellow Lyx’s cock jerked inside her, and he spilled into her rectum. He collapsed over her back.
Sandwiched between her demons, her climax finally rolled to an end, and her mind-boggling tremors ceased, except for the minor spasms in her toes and fingertips and deep inside where both men remained buried.
Troz nuzzled her neck. “I don’t know how you survive your orgasms. Don’t know how
I
survive them when I’m in your skin.”
Had she survived? She wasn’t altogether certain of that. Maybe she’d died at some point without remembering. It was plausible this was her version of Heaven.
With wispy kisses to her shoulder, Lyx mumbled against her skin, “You like sharing her orgasms with her. You bastard, I’m jealous.”
Troz chuckled.
The easy chatter between her guys lulled her, and she dozed. She didn’t know how long she napped, but she suspected for no more than a few minutes at most. Lyx removing his cock from her ass and then shifting off her disturbed her into a semi-awake status.
Troz sat up, and she groaned a protest at the movement. “Take her to our bed, Lyx.”
Shuffled between them like a baby or puppy, Lyx cradled her in his arms. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she buried her face in his neck and mumbled, “I can walk, you know.”
He snorted. Why’d that sound sexy? “At the moment I believe that would be next to impossible.”
Yeah, probably right. They’d worn her out in short order, and her limbs remained weak. If she made it to the bed on her own, it’d probably be on her hands and knees, if not inching along on her belly.
Safe in his rock-solid arms, she snuggled a little closer. His steady gait lulled her back to sleep before they reached the bed.
When Lyx placed her on the mattress she roused once more. “You’re getting my sheets wet.” Her soaked hair clung to her body pinching her scalp.
“
Your
sheets?” There was amusement in Lyx’s voice, and she blinked at him trying to figure out what was so entertaining. But bleary from sleep, he kept going out of focus. God she was tired.
“Mmhm.” She yawned and rubbed at an eye, but that yawn was cut short when Lyx trailed his fingertips along her belly, a soft stroke that tantalized.
Her eyes snapped wide open as Lyx said, “None of that, I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Me either.” Troz appeared beside Lyx.
Not finished
? How in the hell could they have so much stamina?
“We’re demons. We’re built for stamina.” At Lyx’s comment, she blinked. He gathered his bright red hair between his hands and squeezed the excess water from the strands.
Sanja scrunched back toward the headboard as Troz ripped the top-sheet off the mattress. Switching her focus to Troz, his black shoulder-length hair dripped water everywhere.
Troz palmed his erection which had yet to alleviate even though he’d just climaxed inside her. “Now we play.”
Wide awake thanks to three little words, her breathing escalated, and her belly swirled with excitement.
“Hands above your head.”
Lyx kissed Troz’s neck, then palmed his lover’s cheek and turned his face so they could kiss. “Yes, play….”
She would’ve never have guessed watching two men together would be so erotic, but it was.
Lyx nipped Troz’s bottom lip before moving down his chest, his voice frisky. “
Deviant
play.” He licked Troz’s nipple.
Troz caught Lyx’s head and halted his progress. A light chuckle surfaced from Troz. “You’re not supposed to be playing with me.”
Lyx dragged his teeth over Troz’s abdomen. “I like playing with you, lover.”
“Then do it right.” He pushed Lyx down to his crotch. “Arms over your head
now
, Sanja.”
She’d forgotten the command, but did as bidden. Troz held her gaze and groaned as Lyx ran his tongue along the side of his cock.
As Lyx sucked the head of Troz’s length into his mouth, Sanja gaped at the ease with which he went on to take all of Troz’s erection into his throat. When she took either of them that deep, she often gagged, but not Lyx.
“Goddamn, Lyx,” Troz snarled as her purple demon went down on him over and over again.
In awe, she kept telling herself she should be taking notes, but was too fascinated by their stimulating view to do more than gawk.
I’m watching a pro.
Lyx sat back on his heels with a laugh. Over his shoulder, he peeked at her. “Not a pro.” He rose to his feet, climbed onto the bed, and crawled toward her. When he reached her, he licked a nipple. “Want to know what I
am
a pro at?”
Her tongue felt stuck to the roof of her mouth, so she settled for a nod.
“Eating pussy.” He grinned when her mouth dropped open. “But right now, I’m thinking maybe I’ll blow Troz until he cums all over you. Then I’ll be inclined to lick it off. Or maybe not. Haven’t decided. And I like surprising you.”
In the one porn movie she’d been forced to watch at Tiara’s insistence, the male star had ejaculated all over the girl. Only no one had licked it off. She’d blushed through the entire viewing while Tiara ran commentary on the things she loved.
“Play time in a moment, Lyx.” Troz mounted the bed and straddled her waist, his dick grazing the flesh between her breasts. He pushed her arms out into a Y formation, and she arched her head back to see what he pressed on the headboard. She hadn’t noticed there were buttons on the bedrail until they lit up with his touch. Holes expanded in the bedpost and he settled one wrist inside the first opening. A push of his finger above it had the opening closing and anchoring her in place.
Trapped
! She yanked her arm, but got nowhere. Breathing ragged she twisted beneath him, but his weight kept her in place.
“Relax, angel.” Troz cupped her face between his palms.
Breathe in, breathe out.
That technique had never worked before, so she wasn’t surprised when it failed now.
“Trust me. No harm will ever come to you.” Troz grazed his lips across hers. “Show me you love me by voluntarily giving your trust.”
Oh, not fair
! She had no reason not to believe she could depend on him to keep his word. The one problem…at thirteen she’d been invited to a spend-the-night-party. Little had she known what the girls had planned during the evening.
They’d ganged up on her, hogtied her, cut off her nightclothes, and left her in nothing but her underwear on the front lawn. It’d been cold that night, in the fifties. She’d screamed for help until her throat was raw. The next morning, the Sunday newspaper boy had found her.
Lyx circled her nipple with a talon. “It’s a matter of depending on us for your pleasure. Trusting us when you’d prefer to follow your own inclination. You won’t regret submitting.”
“I submit every time. Why this?” At least her voice sounded steadier than she expected.
“True. This is the ultimate submission.” Lyx pinched her nipple, and her channel spasmed.
“I submitted to you when you insisted on spanking me.”
“Precisely, you submitted to
me
, not Troz.”
She looked at Troz. He observed her, waiting for her decision.
They’ll force me if I don’t submit.
That thought had Lyx tapping his claw against the top of her nipple. A subtle warning.
She fastened her gaze on Troz. “Trust—like love—once given, if abused or taken for granted, the value will diminish.”
“Understood.”
Beneath his fierce stare, she breathed through the trepidation and plunged her wrist into the remaining opening before she lost her nerve.
This is Troz. His intentions aren’t to humiliate me
.
Troz kissed her, a softness to the gesture that she interpreted as his thanks. When he parted from her dewy lips, he stretched upward and tapped the invisible button. The hole shrank, securing her into place.
“Thank you.” Something about Troz told her he didn’t say those two words often. Rather, he expected everyone to bestow his wants without dithering.
He slid down her body, kissing as he traversed, his wet hair tickling her flesh like a sinful caress. Was there anything about them that wasn’t hot or didn’t turn her on?
Lyx caught her attention by tapping his finger against her chin. “I’ll kill them all for what they put you through.”
That fierce protectiveness thawed a piece of her icy trepidation. “Murder isn’t the answer for everything.”
“It can be.”
She didn’t doubt Lyx was dead serious, but she grinned despite their lethal conversation.
In his next breath, he brought the topic back to playful. “Time to play.”
He tapped his armlet and the vibrators he’d placed inside of her right after her arrival whirred to life.
She whimpered at the low pulsations in her bottom and vagina.
Lyx flashed her a wicked grin before turning to Troz who was on his knees between her legs.
Her human-skinned demon’s cock jutted out, thick and throbbing. He gripped the base of his erection and ran the head through her folds…over and around her clitoris. Exquisite soft pleasure invaded her body. Coupled with the vibrations, his actions amounted to sweet torture. Just his crown dipped into her opening, wetting the tip before sliding up and down across her clit, once more.
Eyelids fluttering shut, she concentrated on the sensations he sparked as moisture wept from her core. Low moans and whimpers discharged from her throat. Excellent lovers, patient for her pleasure, their libido inhumanly resilient, and it occurred to her that she was one lucky woman.
Lyx slanted across her body and licked down her belly. His mouth grazed back and forth across where her bikini line would fall. Hands landed on the back of her knees and Lyx shifted his weight more fully onto her as he brought her legs toward her body.