When I’m completely bare, I walk around the glass partition and step under the water, turning around so that they get a full frontal view of me as water slicks down my body, steam pricking at my pointed nipples, my head falling back so that the water can wet my hair.
“Fucking Hell Rings,” Echo groans.
“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Crux puts in.
I open my eyes languidly, my lids hooded as I take them in. “Undress. Slowly,” I tell them. I want to get as much of a show as I gave.
Echo smirks, but his shadows come back to wrap around him, and he stands there motionless, once again letting them do the work. I watch them lift his shirt right off, and then I lick my lips as they curl into the waist of his pants, popping off the button and pulling them down.
I don’t play demure or shy. There are no games between us. I drink my fill of him unapologetically, enjoying every inch of his pale, corded body, loving the sight of the shadows that cover him, moving and slinking around like they’re waiting to reach for me.
He boldly wraps a hand around his proud, rigid cock, giving himself a slow stroke. It’s so fucking sexy seeing him hard and ready. When I see more clothes falling to the floor, my eyes move over to Crux, and I let out a satisfied hum. Tanned abs, a thin blond happy trail, and another hard cock jutting out to greet me.
I’m the luckiest fucking demon in all the Rings of Hell.
I study every curve and definition, taking them both in, trying to sear this picture into my memory. “Come play,” I invite, ready to touch and be touched.
This moment has been a long time coming, and I feel like I’m going to combust any moment now. This attraction that’s been between us since day one is about to detonate, and I can’t wait to be caught in the explosion.
Both of them move like predators sizing up the game, picking the best points of attack for maximum damage. Goosebumps spring up on my arms despite the hot water falling on me. Crux reaches me first, and I’m taken by surprise when his lips slam to mine in a searing kiss that tells me there’s going to be no soft and slow right now. It’s all going to be fevered and hard and feral.
Fuck yes.
I kiss him back, my lips and tongue begging for everything he wants to give me.
“I’ll sip you later, Delta, but right now, I need to drown in you,” Crux whispers gruffly in my ear before he nips my lobe, letting his forked tongue come out to play.
In response, I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, letting out a hiss as he takes three steps and pushes me up against the gray tile of the shower wall.
“I’ve wanted this since the moment you tumbled into the mausoleum, batting away at us and spewing threats. Except now, I don’t just want you, I need you.”
Crux kisses me hard, the piercings on each side of his forked tongue clinking against my teeth as he drags it sensually through my mouth. I moan at the feel of that naughty muscle of his as it flicks against my eager tongue. And then, without any more preamble or wasted time, he reaches down between us and moves himself to my entrance. I arch up, giving him the perfect angle, and he slams into me with one quick thrust.
I cling to his thick neck for leverage, dropping my head back on an indulgent moan. There’s no pause or savoring as Crux pulls out and thrusts into me again. This is hard. Fast. Intense. This is lust and desire ringing out, like he’s desperate to have me right this second, and he’s unable to wait any longer. It’s hot as fuck to know that I made him this way. He’s desperate for me.
He sucks on my bottom lip and inhales every moan and pant of pleasure I make as he sets a deliciously fast pace like he’s racing me to an orgasm. His green eyes lock on mine, teasing and flashing me hints of the pleasure he’s feeling, and I eat it up as he fucks me hard against the shower wall.
I’m not sure where Echo is, and that’s fine, because this moment, audience or not, is all about me and Crux.
He hits an especially sweet spot inside of me, and I groan and bite out a yes. Crux’s hips slap against my spread thighs. “Ah, so right there, then?” he teases as he swivels inside of me and thrusts up hard, hitting exactly the same delicious spot. “Oh, yeah, I can feel you tightening,” he observes as he hammers himself against the sweet spot over and over again.
I’m unable to speak, or nod. It feels too fucking good, and I want to come so badly, my heels dig into his ass, urging him to keep going. I cling to him, trying to ride him just as hard as he’s moving inside of me. I can’t tell who’s fucking who harder, and that’s just how it should be between me and Crux. No holding back. Nothing to hide. Just him and me, with only laughter and orgasms between us.
“Oh, fuck!” I call out as the tingles start spreading promisingly from between my thighs out into the rest of my body. They build in flashes, and Crux grunts and starts moving even faster, like he’s jealous I’m ahead in our race and he can’t let me have the win.
“You feel so fucking good.
