Page 122 of Hybrid Heroics

“No,” I whispered in his mind.

If my mouth wasn’t full, I might have had a snarky comeback.

My brain went into short circuit territory, losing all sense of words and wit when my demon trailed his fingers up my leg. I was already too worked up, riding the edge. His touch alone nearly shoved me over.

I wouldn’t last long, and he seemed to know that. Or maybe he heard my rambling mind demanding he hurry the fuck up.

He slid inside me at a leisurely pace, like he had all the time in the world to fully seat himself. My core tightened with his unhurried stroke. It went on and on until I pushed my ass back, begging him to fill me, relieve me.

I was wanton, growing more needy with every groan from Novak or hum from Vaughn. The head games we were playing made me throb and ache, but they’d told me not to touch myself. So I wouldn’t. There was no rule against Stone doing it for me, though.

His chuckle breezed over my shoulder before his teeth sank into my skin, exactly where his bite scarred my demonic form. I moaned around Vaughn’s cock; the sound relaxing my throat. Each roll of Stone’s hip pushed me closer to bliss and my fae further into my mouth.

My stomach coiled, core clenching as Stone threw one rough thrust into the mix. I pleaded with my body to wait, hold out for just a little longer. But the traitorous thing didn’t listen, only building more tension.

Now.

Not yet.

Now.

Not yet.

Each push and pull was like plucking petals from a flower until you got the answer.

Stone sped up, leaning over my back and placing his hands below mine on Vaughn’s thighs.

My fae groaned, digging his fingertips into Novak’s back.

“Fuck, Vaughn,” my vampire growled, bucking.

“Now,” Stone ordered, whispering in my ear as fire danced along my pussy, nipping at my clit.

I shattered around him, the vibrations from my scream causing Vaughn to swell in my throat. Hot cum coated my tongue as I continued to bob my head, sucking him dry.

My demon lost his steady pace as my orgasm ended. His growled release bled into Novak’s obscene groan. The chain reaction left us panting as we untangled.

Novak tipped over dramatically, stretching his naked body across my bed. Vaughn scooted up, dragging me with him. I laid halfway on top of him, tossing my arm over his waist.

“When did you get here?” Novak asked Stone.

“Before the end,” was my demon’s sarcastic retort. “I came to take a shower since my room is a construction zone thanks to one of the dragons. This was an unexpected surprise.”

“She started it,” Vaughn mumbled, his eyes closed. “I’m taking a nap. I haven’t slept enough this week.”

I patted his chest, watching Stone’s naked retreat to the bathroom.

My vampire rolled to the edge of the bed before climbing to his feet. I observed the plains and valleys of his muscles contort as he tugged his jeans on and searched for his shoes.

While he wasn’t paying attention, I pulled a pack of googly eyes from my desk drawer to my hand. I snickered under my breath, mischief making my heart thump just a little harder.

“What are you up to, Kitten?” Stone inquired, twisting his hair to ring out the water.

“No,” Novak interjected. “If she tells us, then we’re accomplices. We both know whatever she’s up to is going to piss Vaughn off.”

A small white tube landed in my palm.

“What is that?” my vampire asked, his voice rising an octave.