The two played off of each other, Kobal’s easy conversation and humor relaxing her and getting Raum to unbend and open up. Despite the blade of sexual frustration knifing through her, it was…fun. She hated to admit it. She didn’t even remember the last time she’d had anything even remotely resembling fun. It wasn’t her style.
“Let’s clean up.” Raum rose from the table when they finished eating, cupping her elbow to help her to her feet. He picked up his plate and silverware and led the way into the kitchen. She did the same and followed him, with Kobal bringing up the rear. The last thing she wanted was to be in tight quarters with them, but this meal had become her personal sexual torment. All she had to do was hold out a bit longer and she could escape. Her vibrator was going to get one bodacious workout when she got home, that was for sure.
To keep herself from thinking about anything sexual, she turned the questions on Kobal. Leaning back against the counter, she crossed her arms and asked the one thing she hadn’t been able to figure out since they’d started pursuing her. “The two of you seem…good together. So, why do you want to mess with that by bringing in someone else? Is it really just for work? Because a bad bond isn’t worth it.”
“Not just for work, no,” Raum answered.
She threw up her hands. “Then why?”
Kobal shifted for a moment, but then met her eyes. “Because neither of us just wants men. We want women too. And we’re not going to get that in our current bond.” He motioned to his very masculine partner. Then his gaze narrowed on her. “We know what we need, and we’re not willing to play it safe and stagnate because we’re too afraid to go after what we want.”
“I’m not stagnant.” Liar. “And if you think I’m that bad, why would you want me?” Why the hell would she ask that question? She’d never considered herself a masochist before, but that certainly set her up for some stinging pain.
“Who wouldn’t want you?” Kobal’s voice sounded baffled.
She snorted, but when she looked, she saw how serious their faces were. They genuinely believed that. Any demon would want her. She’d never had any trouble finding male company for a night or two if she wanted it, including the night she’d spent with them. But there was wanting and there was wanting. Sex was easy. Bonding was harder.
Raum’s finger curled under her chin, lifting her face. His mouth brushed over hers, and she went rigid, strangling a moan. The touch of his lips was feather light. “Who wouldn’t want you?”
It was too much. After the subtle seduction this evening, she couldn’t resist anymore. She could almost hear her tattered control snapping in her mind.
She didn’t have to bond with them to sleep with them. It was the last rational thought she had before she shoved her hands in his thick, soft hair and hauled him down so she could all but inhale him. The taste of him filled her mouth, hot and male and arousing.
Cupping her hips, he pulled her tight against his rigid erection, and she moaned at the evidence of his arousal. How long had he been aroused? All through dinner? Just as she had been? The heat and hardness of him only made her wetter. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked on it, bit it. He groaned against her mouth, and his grip on her hips tightened painfully. More. She wanted more. She wanted him naked, wanted his skin under her palms. She broke her lips from his.
“This needs to come off.” She tugged at the bottom of his shirt until she could get it over his head. The heavy pecs were sprinkled with dark curls, his flat nipples begging her to suck them. So she did. Bending forward, she flicked one brown disc with her tongue, and it beaded for her. She worried it with her teeth, then suckled it hard.
“Maron!” He shuddered, taking a step away from her. His eyes were almost incandescent with lust, brilliant forks of lightning wrapping around his arms. He balled his hands in her top and pulled the garment off of her. Her bra received even rougher treatment—he just popped the straps and ripped it away from her body. He grinned when his gaze hit her bare chest, and he stroked the sensitive undersides of her breasts. Her nipples contracted to points for him.
A tiny bolt of lightning struck her breast, and she arched in shock. Not from pain, but from pleasure. His nails circled her areola, those same little strikes sizzling her nerves. The sensation seemed to shoot straight from breast to loin, and her pussy fisted on nothingness.
He backed her against the counter, those shocks of lightning still streaking through her body until her knees threatened to buckle. He abandoned her breasts, making her cry out, but then he wrenched at her zipper until it gave way, shoving the pants down and lifting her out of them. A gasp strangled out of her when he set her on the cold granite counter, her back bowing in reflexive shock. “Raum!”
Jerking her thighs apart, he chuckled, though the sound was strained. He bent her over his arm and sucked her nipples into his mouth one at a time, batting them with his tongue and shoving them against the roof of his mouth. Then he bit her. She screamed, cream flooding her sex in a hot rush. It was too much. She was going to come just from what he was doing to her nipples, and that wasn’t how she wanted it. She pushed him away from her breasts so she could reach for his belt. Now. Right now. She refused to wait another second to have him inside her, fucking her hard until she came.
But Kobal’s hands were already there, unfastening Raum’s pants and shoving them down his thighs. Those long fingers gripped Raum’s hard cock, and pumped it until the dark-haired demon choked and rocked his hips. Kobal licked the side of Raum’s neck, bit his ear. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Raum groaned, lightning sparking between his fingers.
“I want you to taste her first. Lick her pussy, suck on her clit.”
Maron’s eyes closed as those erotic words poured over her. Pulse tripping, she made herself watch them as Kobal bent his lover over so Raum could use his mouth on her pussy. Raum braced his hands on her thighs, pushing them wider. She cried out as his hot tongue slid down her slit. Slowly. Even more stunning was the sight of Kobal, naked, and pistoning his fingers in and out of Raum’s ass, preparing him to be fucked. One of his hands left her thigh and reached beneath him to stroke his own cock. Her excitement boiled out of control, a wild thing inside her that refused to be assuaged. She wanted more. Arching her hips, she pushed her pussy deeper into Raum’s face.
He suckled her soaking lips, drinking her cream. Then he used his teeth. He nipped at her clit, and she shattered, her sex convulsing as her back bowed. She didn’t have time to recover, to think, to breathe, before Kobal pulled Raum upright. She could see Kobal’s face over his lover’s shoulder, lust tightening his perfect features. He crowded Raum forward and rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, teasing her lips and clit. She leaned back on her hands and lifted her hips in offering.
“Yes,” Raum choked out and plunged deep inside her.
The shock of sudden penetration had her crying out, her inner muscles fisting on his cock. Kobal stroked her stretched pussy around Raum’s dick, toying with the lips and flicking his fingers over her clit until she moved to meet his hand. The sheer eroticism of one man’s fingers toying with her while another man’s cock filled her made her moan. She could do nothing except raise her hips to get more, clamping her knees on Raum’s flanks. He groaned, his pelvis shoving forward as Kobal entered him from behind.
Mischief danced in Kobal’s blue gaze when he looked at her. “When I’m done with his ass, yours is next.”