I pull back, feelin’ Alder pull back at the same time, and when he thrusts his hips hard again, my mouth rams down over Flint. The head of his cock goes so deep I gag around him once more, but instead of poppin’ immediately off, I force myself to breathe through my nose and swallow, makin’ the muscles of my throat relax and take him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes,” Flint chants, hands fistin’ my hair. “Take it, Peaches. That feels so fucking good.”
Like my good work is spurrin’ Alder on too, the hand at my breast grips my hip instead, and he starts fuckin’ me rough and fast, without any more restraint. Every time he plunges into me, my mouth thrusts just as hard onto Flint, until they’re workin’ my body in perfect rhythm to fuck them both.
I can feel and taste every inch of them as they fill me completely, my breath comin’ in fast pants as I breathe through the steam that clogs the air and surrounds us in a haze of carnal desire.
I come hard around Alder’s cock, his fingers pinchin’ my clit as he slams into me again and again. I scream around Flint, feelin’ it the moment Alder roars, and he comes inside of me in scaldin’ hot ribbons.
My scream of pleasure chokes off as Flint’s fingers tighten in my hair. His balls draw up, and then I’m swallowin’ his release, gulp after salty gulp, until he’s completely spent.
We practically collapse on the sauna floor, a tangle of flushed limbs, sweat-soaked skin, and erratic breathin’. We try to float in our post-orgasmic bliss, but suddenly, this room is too hot and stiflin’.
“Let’s get out of here before we fucking suffocate,” Alder puffs out, and then I’m bein’ helped to my feet, the three of us spillin’ out of the steam-filled room and into the small changin’ room next to the sauna.
“That. Was. Amazin’,” I pant, suckin’ in great gulps of cool, fresh air.
The guys chuckle at my flushed, sweaty face, and Flint smacks me on the ass as they pull me toward the large open shower to clean me up, but I’m droopier than a cut tulip, so I decide to just make them do all the work of washin’ me up.
They don’t seem to mind one bit.
33
“Would you like another glass?” Echo asks me, his black eyes droppin’ to my empty cup.
“Sure,” I chirp excitedly as he gets up from the sofa and grabs another bottle of demon spirits off the bar. He refills my glass and a couple other glasses, and I thank him as I focus on Delta’s story.
“Wait, so Satan himself knew who our mother was but wouldn’t tell you or Tazreel?” I ask, shocked that Delta met the actual ruler of Hell and threatened him with her scythe.
Damn, she’s got some balls.
Flint leans back on the sofa that we commandeered and snakes his arm around my shoulders. Alder has his hand on my thigh, and across from us on the opposite couch sit all of Delta’s demons, while she sort of rests splayed across all of them. It’s adorable how they each need to touch her constantly like she’s the magnet and they simply have no choice but to succumb to her pull.
It’s been two weeks since Nefta and Tazreel and their soldiers left. We’ve all fallen into a nice routine of breakfast, trainin’, alone time with our mates—which is code for very hot sex—more meals, more trainin’, and nights where we relax, tell stories, and just spend time enjoyin’ one another’s company.
It’s nice, but I can also tell that Flint and Alder are anxious to get back home. I can’t lie, as much fun as I have with Delta and gettin’ to know each other better, I miss my mama and daddy, and I miss Alder and Flint’s house. Not that Perdition Estate isn’t nice in a very luxurious sort of way, but I’m a simple person, and I miss the homey feel of Alder and Flint’s place. Well, that, and my mama’s cookin’.
Out of nowhere, Strut comes rushin’ into the sittin’ room with a black armored demon right on his heels. Delta immediately sits up on the laps of her guys, and the demon stops to salute her and then me as I quickly put my glass down. “I beg your pardon for the interruption, Progenies of Pride, but I have news from your father.” The soldier pauses, like he’s waitin’ for us to actually pardon him or give him permission to continue.
“Yes, what is it?” Delta encourages worriedly, and the soldier slightly relaxes, hands clasped in front of him.
“After much searching and interrogation, we’ve discovered that your sister Sable was sent to a facility for the insane when she was a child.”
I blink through my sudden stupor as the soldier’s words hit me in the chest like a sledgehammer.
Our sister was sent to an insane asylum at three years old?
Outrage and shock bubble up my throat, and I can see that Delta is strugglin’ with the same feelings.
“Does that mean you found her?” I ask, not sure what that would even look like. How does someone grow up in a facility their whole life and come away from it anywhere close to okay?
“Do you know why she was sent there?” Delta inquires, her voice small and her gray eyes equally as troubled as my own.
The demon shakes his head. “We have not been able to locate her. The facility she grew up in was closed recently, and many of the permanent residents were moved to other places around the country. Your sire is working on it, so rest assured that it’s only a matter of time before he finds her,” the soldier answers, his voice filled with pride and unwaverin’ devotion.
Disappointment floods me. So close. It feels like we’re so close to findin’ her, but she just keeps evadin’ everyone, slippin’ through our fingers like sand.
“After
