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But I can barely think, let alone speak.
Fuck, I knew Daemon was an expert when it came to sex. A sexpert? But I never really knew what that entailed. When his fingers stop, I choke on a whimper. “Please.” I can’t stop the word that comes out of me, as degrading as it is to beg for sex. I’m so close. So achy.
“Tell me if I can put you on that stage,” he insists.
I nod, but his fingers don’t return.
“Say the words. Out loud. I need to hear them, Annie.”
“You can put me on that stage,” I croak.
God, what is wrong with me?
Why would I even want that?
And I do want that. The proof is unhidden from him, my thighs slick with it. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remember Christopher, but it’s quickly forgotten when Daemon’s fingers return to my clit, his sharp claws still stroking me in light, teasing circles, never quite applying the pressure I desperately crave. It’s unbearable.
I moan into him, my head falling back as we watch the demon’s tail flick back and forth on stage. Faster than a snake can strike, he whips its thick, pointed tip into the woman’s mouth, filling it in a single stroke. She gags on it just as Daemon hits a very sensitive spot on me.
Christ. I can’t take this anymore. I’m going to die of edging.
“Would you like that?” Daemon whispers just for me, his voice vibrating my neck. “I could be in your mouth and pussy at the same time.”
And suddenly, I’m hyperaware of his cocks pressing into me, straining against the soft fabric of his dress pants. Them inside me is all I can picture—not the mission, not the crystal, just him.
“Yes,” I admit.
“Yes, what?” He shifts his fingers lower, tracing my slit until he’s hovering at my opening. One little shift is all it would take… “You need to be specific, Annie.”
My cheeks burn with embarrassment, but I force the words out anyway. “Yes, I want to feel you everywhere.” I’ve wanted that for a long time, probably for years. I’ve just been too chicken shit to admit it.
That sentence is all the permission Daemon needs. He plunges his fingers inside me, stretching me until it hurts so fucking good. Before I can cry out, Daemon’s tail wraps around my body like a constrictor, and its tip enters my open mouth. It’s so big. Too big. It fills my cheeks until they ache. At first, I wiggle against my bindings—against Daemon’s thick, muscular tail—but it doesn’t budge.
I’m thoroughly trapped.
And something must be wrong with me because the panic of it makes me gush around him. Daemon must feel how wet I am as he pumps me with his fingers, then sinks that tail deeper until it’s hitting my throat. I choke on him, but he doesn’t let up, and I don’t ask him to. Saliva drips down my face and onto my chest, and Daemon growls as I roll my tongue against his swollen tip.
“Fuck Annie, that’s sensitive,” he warns. And I roll my tongue again.
His tail goes impossibly deeper until it’s difficult to breathe. I claw at his red arms, gasping for breath as those fingers thrust in and out of me, and then his thumb joins the mix, circling my clit. I need to breathe. But I don’t want him to stop. Black dots hover at the edges of my vision as I rise closer and closer toward my peak.
Just a little more.
Slowly, I come undone around him in a shuddering, convulsing mess, and he pumps me through my orgasm, milking every tremor from my body until I think I might die of pleasure, pass out, or both. I cough and gasp as his tail whips out of me, before collapsing backward onto his chest, totally exhausted.
Sweat sticks the hair to my forehead. Daemon swipes it away with a dark claw. “God, you’re so pretty when you come. Now, are you ready to come for the rest of the room?”
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TWO DICKS, ONE ANNIE
My lips tingle. I ghost my fingers over them and bat my heavy-lidded eyes, staring at the stage as the incubus unbinds his pet and tosses her over his shoulder like a sack of grain. “Don’t worry,” Daemon says. “I’ll stop long before you get to that point.”
“Stop what?”
It’s like her bones are made of liquid. She can’t even open her eyes properly. Then again, neither can I. Curled up in Daemon’s lap, I lazily stare at him, and he frowns at me. Seeing a scary demon frown is strange.
“I’ll stop feeding from you, Annie,” Daemon says, spelling it out for me like I’m a child. “I feed during sex.”
