The word leaves her mouth like a curse, but I make it worse. I make it final. “You are,” I sneer. “You’re a fucking succubus.”
Cassiel flinches, just slightly. But I see it.
I don’t answer her further. I flip her over and slam her onto the mattress. She gasps, wide-eyed, writhing beneath me. “What are you doing?—”
Bastion moves fast. He’s already at her side, pinning her wrists to the mattress. She jerks once, twice, then stops. Because the moment I sink my cock into her—her body knows.
She moans. Deep, wrecked, helpless.
I slam into her again, and she meets me halfway. The hunger finally wins.
“That’s it,” I mutter, locking eyes with Bastion. “Feed her what she needs.”
He chuckles, stepping in front of her, pulling his cock from his pants. She doesn’t resist as he grabs her hair and guides her mouth to him.
Cassiel stands in the doorway, watching, torn between disgust and desire. His hands curl into fists. He doesn’t stop us. He can’t. Because we’ve already broken her. Or maybe we’ve freed her.
She sucks Bastion down like she was made for it, her moans vibrating through her throat, echoing down his cock. Andunderneath it all—I feel it. The bond. Stronger now. Pulsing between us. Alive.
Lust. Power. Need.
She’s ours now. Branded. Claimed. Stolen. And nothing—not even the God she once believed in—is going to take her from us.
FIFTEEN
It shouldn’t fit. It can’t fit. Bastion is too big, too thick, too overwhelming to take into my mouth—but somehow my body shifts to make room for him. Hunger overrides everything—shame, hesitation, even fear. It drives me forward like a force I can’t fight. My lips stretch, my throat opens, and I swallow him down as if I was made for this.
His deep, guttural groan vibrates through the room, low and raw, as I take him deeper still. He isn’t gentle. Neither is Deimos. They use me as much as I use them, and I don’t care. My hands clutch the sheets, nails tearing at the fabric, as I rock back against Deimos’ brutal thrusts. Every time he drags me back onto his cock, the shock of pain and pleasure blurs until it’s nothing but one sharp, aching edge. My body spasms violently, an orgasm ripping through me so hard it almost blinds me, and still I can’t stop.
I moan around Bastion’s cock, but the sound is swallowed by the heat and weight filling my throat. Bastion snarls, his fingers tangling in my hair as he holds me still and drives his hips forward, fucking my mouth harder, deeper, until my jaw aches and my throat burns. It’s still not enough. Even as I’m taking them both, feeding on them, the third is there.
Cassiel.
He’s standing off to the side, silent, watching. His silver-blue eyes are dark and unreadable, his hand stroking himself slowly like he’s trying to resist the pull but already knows he’s losing. Is it disgust? Hesitation? Or is he just waiting for permission?
Above me, Bastion’s body locks up. His cock twitches, thickens, and his voice comes out low and strained. “I’m going to come, little Hellcat,” he growls. My eyes widen just as he erupts, hot and heavy, spilling across my tongue and down my throat. I swallow automatically, hungrily. It only makes me want more. I suck harder, dragging every last pulse from him, keeping him hard until he staggers with a shudder.
Deimos laughs darkly behind me, slamming into me harder, his fingers digging bruises into my hips. “Never fucked a succubus before, huh, brother? She’ll take and take until she’s full.”
I feel it now—the tether. I’m drawing energy straight from Bastion. It’s like he’s been cracked open, feeding me directly, and the rush of it is intoxicating. Bastion’s golden eyes flick to Cassiel, his voice rough. “You have to try her.”
Cassiel doesn’t move. His voice is quiet, almost pained. “I can feed her from here.”
Coward.
I pull my mouth off Bastion’s cock and tilt my head toward Cassiel. My voice comes out a whimper. “You don’t think I’m desirable?”
His jaw tightens. His fingers twitch. Deimos groans, his pace behind me turning savage, each thrust forcing me open wider. And then he comes—hot, thick, deep inside me—and the moment it hits I shatter.
A scream tears from my throat, but it isn’t human. A wet, guttural sound rises up from inside me, raw and unearthly. My back arches, my nails dig into the bed, and for a second myvision goes gold. My teeth ache. My eyes flash. Another orgasm slams into me, violent and unrelenting.
Cassiel exhales sharply through his nose, his gaze locked to mine. “On the contrary, little Temptress,” he says, his voice low and sharp. “You’re very much desirable.”
“Then fuck me.” The words spill out before I can stop them. I mean them.
Something flickers in his eyes—a crack in the wall he’s built. He moves. His fingers wrap around my chin, firm and steady. He’s still watching me, chest rising like he’s fighting something invisible. His fingers twitch as if he might pull away. But he doesn’t. He moves closer. “Open your mouth.”
I obey without hesitation. Bastion shifts behind me, sliding into me with a low growl of satisfaction. His cock pushes inside me, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been. My body adjusts around him, trembling as he starts to move, each thrust a deep, rolling quake through my body.
