hands with elbows locked. Locan spread her thighs and lifted her legs over his shoulders. Relaxing her arms, she lay back, baring herself to both men. “My thoughts are open.” She chuckled. “Uh, along with the rest of me. I’m going to concentrate on the demon’s visuals.” She rolled her eyes—Jett chuckled. Like that was really going to happen. Then Addie raised her head and focused on Locan. “Show me how to connect. Then do your best.”
Locan glanced over his shoulder at Jett. “That sounded suspiciously like a dare.”
“I agree.” Jett ran his fingers along the deep crease between Locan’s buttocks, pausing and pressing over his taut anal ring. Back and forth, slippery with the soap, pressing a bit harder on each pass. He gained entrance. Locan groaned and turned to Addie, dipped his head and lifted her legs higher against his shoulders. When Locan stroked between Addie’s legs with the flat of his tongue, Jett tasted her.
At the same time, he felt Locan’s soft lick over Addie’s feminine lips, almost as if the man had run his tongue over Jett’s balls as well. “Holy shit.” The words escaped on a hiss of desire. His entire body tensed until he felt like a single straining overstimulated nerve. This deeper link opened up all kinds of possibilities, though he still didn’t make the connection with the demon’s thoughts.
Did it really matter with sensations like this?
Jett pressed his middle finger deeper into Locan, stretched the taut ring of muscle, and added a second finger. Locan moaned.
Jett felt his own ass twitch in response; his muscles clenched. Locan leaned forward and stroked the length of Addie’s sex, sweeping his tongue from perineum to clit. The three of them groaned. Jett’s hands were trembling when he wrapped his fist around his cock and rubbed the tip between Locan’s cheeks. He felt the slick stroke against his own ass.
Impossible, and yet as he pressed forward, it felt as if someone pushed against him, and when he forced entry, the sharp burn was as real for Jett as for Locan. And for Addie.
“Oh, fuck.” Addie cursed and arched her back. Locan increased the pressure with his tongue, increased the speed of his licks, circling Addie’s clit, sucking on the tiny mass of nerves. Jett felt all of it as if it happened to him. Shuddering, his body strung tight with almost blinding lust, he drove deep inside Locan, almost whimpering with pleasure as Locan’s tight sheath squeezed the length of his cock. Gripped him tight as he withdrew.
Addie and Locan groaned in unison. Jett experienced their thoughts, their arousal, like a burning brand stroking him from the inside out. When he filled Locan, he knew Addie felt the same fullness, the same burning pressure that was so much more than pain, so much more intense than pleasure. An intimately shared experience . . . every touch in Addie, in Locan, in himself.
Too fast—the constant loop of sensation was going to take all of them over the edge, and yet they’d not gone beyond the physical. None of them had opened to their deeper thoughts, to the memories, the opinions, the thought processes that made them who they were.
Nor had any of them brought the demonic visuals into play.
Holding on to what little control he had left, fighting the need to give in to the flood of sensations, Jett forced open what he could only call the window on his soul. Forced it open as Addie and Locan did the same.
Together, they fell into a spiraling whirlpool of memory, of fear and lust and pain. Pulled down, held captive by the screams of a thousand demonic souls.
Chapter 4
“Where the hell are we?” Addie was almost certain she was still in the bathing pool, still stretched out on the damp stones with her legs over Locan’s shoulders and his mouth pressed to her sex, but she couldn’t be there and here, too.
Could she? Except she was positive that’s exactly what was going on. “This is just bizarre.”
Jett’s voice slipped
Locan glanced over his shoulder at Jett. “That sounded suspiciously like a dare.”
“I agree.” Jett ran his fingers along the deep crease between Locan’s buttocks, pausing and pressing over his taut anal ring. Back and forth, slippery with the soap, pressing a bit harder on each pass. He gained entrance. Locan groaned and turned to Addie, dipped his head and lifted her legs higher against his shoulders. When Locan stroked between Addie’s legs with the flat of his tongue, Jett tasted her.
At the same time, he felt Locan’s soft lick over Addie’s feminine lips, almost as if the man had run his tongue over Jett’s balls as well. “Holy shit.” The words escaped on a hiss of desire. His entire body tensed until he felt like a single straining overstimulated nerve. This deeper link opened up all kinds of possibilities, though he still didn’t make the connection with the demon’s thoughts.
Did it really matter with sensations like this?
Jett pressed his middle finger deeper into Locan, stretched the taut ring of muscle, and added a second finger. Locan moaned.
Jett felt his own ass twitch in response; his muscles clenched. Locan leaned forward and stroked the length of Addie’s sex, sweeping his tongue from perineum to clit. The three of them groaned. Jett’s hands were trembling when he wrapped his fist around his cock and rubbed the tip between Locan’s cheeks. He felt the slick stroke against his own ass.
Impossible, and yet as he pressed forward, it felt as if someone pushed against him, and when he forced entry, the sharp burn was as real for Jett as for Locan. And for Addie.
“Oh, fuck.” Addie cursed and arched her back. Locan increased the pressure with his tongue, increased the speed of his licks, circling Addie’s clit, sucking on the tiny mass of nerves. Jett felt all of it as if it happened to him. Shuddering, his body strung tight with almost blinding lust, he drove deep inside Locan, almost whimpering with pleasure as Locan’s tight sheath squeezed the length of his cock. Gripped him tight as he withdrew.
Addie and Locan groaned in unison. Jett experienced their thoughts, their arousal, like a burning brand stroking him from the inside out. When he filled Locan, he knew Addie felt the same fullness, the same burning pressure that was so much more than pain, so much more intense than pleasure. An intimately shared experience . . . every touch in Addie, in Locan, in himself.
Too fast—the constant loop of sensation was going to take all of them over the edge, and yet they’d not gone beyond the physical. None of them had opened to their deeper thoughts, to the memories, the opinions, the thought processes that made them who they were.
Nor had any of them brought the demonic visuals into play.
Holding on to what little control he had left, fighting the need to give in to the flood of sensations, Jett forced open what he could only call the window on his soul. Forced it open as Addie and Locan did the same.
Together, they fell into a spiraling whirlpool of memory, of fear and lust and pain. Pulled down, held captive by the screams of a thousand demonic souls.
Chapter 4
“Where the hell are we?” Addie was almost certain she was still in the bathing pool, still stretched out on the damp stones with her legs over Locan’s shoulders and his mouth pressed to her sex, but she couldn’t be there and here, too.
Could she? Except she was positive that’s exactly what was going on. “This is just bizarre.”
Jett’s voice slipped
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