I opened my mouth to defy him, longing for the consequences of my disobedience like it was an addictive drug. Tomb interrupted me before I could speak though, stealing my mouth for his own with a cold, hardened kiss. His hand threaded through my hair, and he angled my face just so, delving his tongue deeper into my mouth. I kissed Tomb back with vigor, partly to make the demon jealous, and partly because my gargoyle was a damn good kisser.
The shower spray suddenly turned on, dousing me in cold water and making me pull back with a surprised yelp. Risk looked down at me, now shirtless and pantless, lifting a finger up in admonition. “Don’t try to tease me. It won’t end well for you.” Fuck, his body was cut. Each muscle rippled with masculinity, and my eyes trailed the delicious lines that led to his hard cock.
I stood up, holding all my weight on my good leg as I kept an arm on Crow’s shoulder to help me. Feeling defiant, I slipped down my panties, letting them hit the tile with a wet smack, and then I kicked away all the ruined clothes with my foot, letting the drain carry away the streaks of my blood.
“Oh, I think it’ll end just fine for me,” I said with a smirk before turning to Crow and kissing him this time. I felt Tomb’s body come around behind me, his strong grip holding me up as my tongue tangled with Crow’s.
I’d never been with more than one person before, but I didn’t feel awkward when Tomb’s hands came up to knead my breasts while Crow groaned into my mouth. I didn’t even feel embarrassed knowing that Risk’s hot, hungry eyes were on me. I liked it. I was building up to what I wanted most, my body pumping me full of pheromones to distract from the pain.
I thought my little teasing display of insolence would piss Risk off. I wanted that little piece of satisfaction. But I should’ve known better.
My eyes popped open in surprise when I suddenly felt his hand cupping me, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit in rough, demanding strokes. My head fell back against Tomb’s shoulder, and I started gasping for breath.
“Do you like that?” Risk asked, stepping up to me so that I could feel his cock press against my stomach. With Tomb at my back and Crow to my side, I was trapped between them, caught between three powerful, dynamic personalities and hot as hell bodies. My pulse was racing, my spider was salivating, and I had to bite my lip to keep from coming so fast, simply because I didn’t want to give Risk the satisfaction.
“No,” I answered breathlessly.
His lips tipped up. “A demon hybrid shouldn’t be such a terrible liar. You’re going to have to work on that.”
His fingers came up to my clit, toying with and rubbing it with expert precision, and a whimper escaped out of me. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t—
“You’re close,” Risk purred. “Your body wants to give in, doesn’t it?”
“No,” I repeated.
He tsked. “Remember what I said about lies and gambles?”
I was right there. So close. My resolve was shoved aside with the purely selfish need to come. I clamped my lips together, determined to hide it from him, to pretend that I wasn’t riding my peak, but just before I hit it, Risk dropped his hand.
My mouth opened in irritated confusion. “What are you doing?”
He stepped under the shower spray, brushing his hair away from his face. “I told you not to tease me,” he said with a shrug. “And I also still need to hear you say it.”
My lips pressed together, and frustration blossomed in my eyes. I knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t lie. “I don’t know, okay?” I snapped, suddenly feeling very vulnerable standing here, naked and hurt. “I don’t know if I believe you. I want to, I—”
My words choked off, and I hated myself for it. I hated him for having such a huge impact on my emotions. It had to be the mating bond. The force of it was more than I’d anticipated, and I was way more attached to him than I wanted to be.
Risk’s eyes suddenly softened, and then he was pulling my head to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Ah, Wicked Love. I forget how young you are,” he said quietly against my brow. His thumb tipped up my face so he could look me in the eye. “I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t care for you. I didn’t realize what was going on in your pretty head. But I swear on my honor as a demon, I’m not deceiving you now.”
I heard Tomb snort. “Does a demon have honor?”
Risk tilted his head in thought. “Depends on the demon, I suppose.”
A stilted laugh came out of me. I was a jumble of emotions, and yet my hunger was growing, making me insistently needy.
“I want to believe you, and I guess I do. Just give me some time, okay? This is all really new.”
“Fair enough,” Risk replied before cupping me once more. “Let’s just focus on making you feel good then.” He started teasing me once more, coaxing my cunt with grounding pleasure. I rode his palm as Crow began to nip my ear and Tomb kneaded every inch of skin he could get his hands on.
“Are you close? Don’t lie to me this time,” Risk said as I grinded against his strong hand.
“Y-yes,” I whimpered. “So close.” I couldn’t lie again even if I wanted to. I was hungry for my orgasm. Hungry for that full feeling of being thoroughly fucked. I needed to heal, and I needed them to make that happen.
Like he was reading my mind, Risk casually slipped two fingers inside of me, joining that hungry connection between us so I could finally feed. My spider
