They’d healed me already, and my spider released them, humming in gluttony at how well they’d fed us. All that was driving me now was my own lust, and it was amplified by their own hardened desires.
Risk’s hand came down to curl around mine. “Squeeze my cock harder,” he said, so I gave him what he wanted, my hand closing tighter around his hard, thick cock as I stroked up and down.
“Fuck, just like that. Squeeze my dick just like that while your gargoyle fucks you and your other mate watches.”
My gaze locked on Crow, my tongue wetting my lip as I watched him stroke himself, his movement matching the movements of my own hand. “Do you want to hold his dick too?” Risk asked.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
Risk chuckled. “You heard her.”
Crow leaned forward so I could reach him, and then I had both of their lengths in my palms. The velvety feel of their skin combined with their hardness was a delicious combination. I squeezed Risk even harder, and he let out a hiss.
“Fucking hellfire,” he gritted. “Squeeze that cock, Wicked Love. Squeeze it so I can cum all over your pretty tits.”
I did. I pumped them faster and faster, never letting up on the force of my fist, and watched in awe as they came nearly at the same time. Streaks of cum shot from their dicks, painting a criss cross pattern over my chest and belly.
“Fuck, that’s dirty,” Tomb murmured, right as he brought his thumb down and pressed it to my clit.
I came with a scream, and Tomb roared out his own release above me. My back arched, my limbs shook. My orgasm was a rolling, never-ending rope of pleasure, tugging at my core, releasing the pain from my muscles, and calming my spider with the confident connections between us.
I started to come down, feeling invigorated. Tomb pulled out with a hiss, leaving me feeling sated but empty. We all lay in heady silence for a moment, listening to the slowing of our breaths, the steady sighs of our contentment.
My spider was curled up within me, licking her fangs and relishing in her feast.
And I was happy.
I was really, really fucking happy.
Chapter 22
“And you do that for fun?”
I looked at Tomb with an eyebrow arched as I rested against Crow’s chest in bed. The four of us had spent the last who knows how many hours doing nothing but getting to know each other better. That included talk...and a lot of sex.
I hadn’t killed anyone once. I was feeling smug as shit.
I was also feeling a bit tender down there. My mates had very impressive dicks, and they knew how to use them.
But now, we were taking a sex hiatus, and they were showing me things they liked to do for fun...and Tomb’s answer apparently included cage fighting.
Tomb chuckled, and I ran my fingers over his knuckles where there were some old scars. “It’s an adrenaline rush,” he replied. “I used to do it for money on the side. Lost a lot. But I won a lot too.”
“You’d kick some serious ass now since you’re half gargoyle demon,” Crow put in.
“Indeed. No wonder you had such an impressive right hook,” Risk commented where he was sprawled out on the bed beside me.
Unlike my other two mates, he was still stark naked, hands behind his head and not giving a single fuck that his dick was out for all to see.
“Impressive enough to let me punch you in the face again?” Tomb asked with a smirk.
“I’m always up for a wager,” the demon drawled, his eyes glittering with excitement. I swear, the male had a serious addiction to risks.
“No,” I quickly intervened. “No wagers or risk-taking between the three of you,” I told him. “You always win.”
He let out a disappointed sigh. “Life is boring if there isn’t a little risk, Wicked Love.”
“We take risks together,” I said sternly.
He grinned. “I can work with that.”
“Mm-hmm, I’m sure. So what about you?” I asked. “What do you like to do for fun?”
“I enjoy a good hellfire fight now and then,” he answered before looking over at Tomb as my gargoyle moved down the bed to rub my feet. His strong fingers dug into the arch of my foot, and it felt divine. “Probably not too different from your cage fighting, in fact. Except it’s in hell. And usually ends with someone burning in hellfire,” he mused.
The three of us just stared at him in dismay before Crow shook his head. “Man, can you put your cock away already?” Crow griped at him. “Unless it’s buried in our mate, I don’t want to see it.”
I laughed. “I need clothes too.”
“No one said anything about you covering up,” Crow replied, his hands coming around me to play with my breasts. My nipples were still pink and slightly sore from their earlier attentions when he and Tomb had each claimed a nipple and teased me with their mouths until I came.
I moaned slightly, my head lolling back against his chest as his hands continued to grip me. “I’ve already had way too many orgasms, Crow. I don’t think I could come again even with a vibrator stuck to my clit.”
“Hmm, want to make a wager?” Risk purred.
“No,” I said, laughing as I looked over at him. “We just talked about this.”
“You’ll come to realize I don’t give up so easily,” he said with a wink before getting up from the bed and striding toward the dresser. He frowned at the contents when he opened the drawers. “All that’s in here is Spector-issued sweatpants,” he said with utter disdain.
“What did you expect, a row of Armanis?” I joked.
He looked back at me with an expression that said yes, he had expected exactly that.
I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. “Just toss me a shirt and shorts please.”
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