Lugh only smiled against my skin, the curve of his mouth felt more than seen. “Patience, demon,” he said, still maddeningly controlled. “Sometimes pleasure is earned.”
Lugh laughed softly when I shivered, breath fanning over my sensitised skin. “So bloody responsive,” he murmured. “I intend to savour every moment of this.”
Lugh’s hands settled on my hips, thumbs stroking slow circles into my skin. When he spoke, his voice was low and certain, right against my mouth.
“Tell me what you need.” His tone dipped, rough silk. “Let me hear you, angel.”
My mouth went dry. Every filthy fantasy that had brought me here pressed against my tongue at once.
Footsteps shuffled just behind my shoulder. The demon’s laugh slid in, amused and cutting.
“Gods, the patience on you,” he drawled. “You’re a slow-burn romance daddy, aren’t you?”
Lugh’s breath brushed my jaw as he huffed out something that was almost a laugh. “Some men take, and others make a woman feel every touch…until she’s aching to be undone.” His lips ghosted the curve of my shoulder, leaving a line of heat in their wake. “No degradation required.”
He punctuated it with slow, measured kisses along my collarbone, each one making it harder to remember my own name, let alone what I’d wanted to say.
The demon tsked, but there was interest under the mockery. “A poetic approach, demigod,” he mused. “But tell me—how long do you plan to keep all of us from finding release?”
Lugh didn’t bother looking at him. His attention stayed on me, on the way my breath hitched and my fingers bunched in his shirt.
“Ask our little tease here,” he said instead, voice dropping further. His lips hovered at the corner of my mouth, his words a warm brush against my skin. “All she has to do is tell me what I want to hear.”
“I want you to take me apart,” I said, lifting my gaze to his, letting him see every raw, reckless part of me. My hips gave the slightest, helpless roll in his lap. “I want both of you. I want all of it. I want to feel everything.”
A low, satisfied sound rumbled in Lugh’s chest. “Mmm,” he breathed, eyes flaring with need. “Very good. Just what I wanted to hear.”
“I do love the way she asks so sweetly,” the demon murmured, the words a sinful caress. “I can’t wait to hearyou beg through tears, little mortal. It’s gonna be a feckin’ aphrodisiac.”
I swallowed hard, then lifted my chin. “Please,” I breathed, the word catching on a rasp. “Touch me. I want you—I want your hands, your mouth, your body on mine. I want you to ruin me the way you promised… and I want to feel every second of it.”
The demon’s tone sharpened, edged with warning. “Sweetheart, I don’t take suggestions,” he added. “And I sure as hell don’t take demands from anyone.”
I felt him shift behind me—close enough that his heat licked along my spine. He’d prowled into the space at my back like he belonged there, sliding in behind my body while I was still straddling Lugh, like the two of them had decided I was the battlefield and the prize. He positioned himself behind my hips—outside my legs, not between them—so he could crowd my back while I stayed seated on Lugh.
“But fuck me…” the demon muttered, as if it cost him to admit it. “You do beg so pretty with those big eyes.”
His breath dragged over my shoulder as he moved in even closer—so close I couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the other began.
“You’re makin’ this so feckin’ hard. Especially with the way this… arousal of yours makes you smell,” he groaned, voice dropping to a near-growl. “Just thinkin’ about it. I’m dyin’ to have a taste. What are you doing to me?”
Lugh’s answering grin was wicked and pleased. “Who’s goin’ soft now, demon?”
“Oh, shut up,” the demon grumbled. “My plan remains. I’m just… quite open to the idea of sharing her.”
Lugh’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me more securely against him, his chest a solid wall at my front. “I don’t usually share,” he said quietly, and the honesty in it made my heart stutter. “But with the effort you put into gettin’ us here…”His thumb swept along the curve of my hip, possessive and tender all at once. “I’d do absolutely anything you wanted.”
“Well, well.” The demon’s tone turned amused again. “Aren’t you Mr Prince Feckin’ Charming.”
The demon’s mouth found the side of my neck, opposite the mark Lugh had already left. Lips traced a lazy line there, then teeth caught gently at my skin—just enough pressure to make me gasp. He soothed the sting with a slow, open-mouthed kiss, moaning under his breath like he’d finally given in to something he’d been fighting from the moment he arrived. A sharp slap landed low on my ass, more sting than pain, and heat splintered out from the point of contact.
“I’m gonna leave my mark all over your skin,” he promised, his voice a low vow at my throat.
One hand slid over my thigh and up to my waist, fingers splaying wide to anchor me in place. His other hand came up fast and sure, gripping my jaw and turning my face back toward him despite the way I was still angled toward Lugh.
“With my hands…” his thumb pressed along my mouth. “My teeth…” A teasing nip found my throat, soothed immediately by the sweep of his tongue. “My mouth…” He claimed me then, sealing his mouth to mine in a long, possessive kiss that stole my breath and left me swaying.
“And my monstrous cock.”