“Stay still,” the demon murmured, voice dropping into something low and serious that sent a shiver through me. “If you keep wigglin’ like that, little mortal, I’ll land somewhere neither of us will enjoy. So…hold still for me.”
“I want you to have a safe word.” Lugh said through a deep moan. My chest tightened in a different way, sharp and achingly sweet. A god, half-wild with need, still drawing that line for me. I didn’t trust my voice at first, so I answered by catching his face in both hands.
I poured every ounce of gratitude and wanting into the press of my mouth against his. He made a sound low in his throat—surprised, pleased—and his hands flexed at my hips like he was fighting the urge to drag me down even harder.
“I want a word,” he rasped against my parted lips. “One word. Say it once, and everything stops.”
“Emerald,” I breathed, resting my forehead against his. “I trust you. I trust this.”
Something in his gaze went molten at that—pride, possession, and a promise all tangled together. Knowing it was for me felt otherworldly.
Lugh’s hand came up to cradle my jaw. “Focus on me, love. Breathe with me. Let him take care of the rest.”
I thought I could probably love him a little for that. I loved that he kept putting the reins back in my hands, even as he held my body firmly in place.
I glanced over my shoulder, meeting the demon’s hungry gaze. “Take what you want from me.”
“Good girl,” he said softly.
What came next blurred at the edges—hands repositioning me, warm bodies shifting around mine. Lugh’s voice was in my ear as the demon settled in behind me. There was a murmurabout ‘making sure we do this right’, a rough joke from the demon about knowing better than to hurt what belonged to him, and then the careful, relentless push of more.
When the demon finally entered my tight puckered hole, Lugh’s answering curse tore out of him, ragged and unrestrained. His head tipped back, eyes squeezing shut. “Oh, mother—” He broke off on a strangled groan, then choked out, disbelieving, “Is your—is your cock vibratin’?”
The demon’s laugh was pure sin. “Jealous of my superior form, golden boy?” he asked, savoring every syllable.
Lugh shot him a glare over my shoulder, still breathing hard. “You feckin’ wish,” he muttered.
“It’s a cock ring,” the demon said at last, as if offering a trade secret. I could hear his smirk in the words.
Lugh made a noise halfway between outrage and reluctant admiration. “Who just carries a cock ring around with them?”
“Demon, remember?” He replied blandly. “Summoning magic.”
Lugh scoffed. “Why didn’t you summon her a pair of knee pads…or a godsdamned… I dinnae ken… a bed?”
“Why would I conjure her a pair of knee pads or a bed when I want her feelin’ this tomorrow? I want her pain.”
Lugh snorted. “Of course you do. How very on brand.”
“Now shut the fuck up,” the demon growled, voice roughening. “I don’t need you buzzin’ in my ear as I fully claim this tight little arse.”
Pressure became stretch, which became burning sweetness. I buried my face against Lugh’s throat, clutching at him, his palms splayed wide over my back, murmuring praise and encouragement in my ear as if we were alone and not sharing this madness with a creature from the pit.
“Breathe, angel,” he whispered. “Ye’re takin’ it so well. That’s it. Just like that. Let us in.”
A low, stunned curse dragged out of the demon, his breath hot against sweat slicked back as he leaned over my form. “You feel…” He swallowed a groan. “You’re gonna ruin me,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Commit this feelin’ to memory, because you will never find this kind of pleasure again.”
It was overwhelming. The fullness, the way their bodies drove into me in a brutal, perfect rhythm that kept me pinned between them. The sounds they made—Lugh’s strangled praise, the demon’s low, ragged sounds—wrapped around me and dragged me higher. It was magnificent.
Lugh’s free hand slid down from where he was playing with my nipples, knuckles grazing my belly before his thumb found that last, aching place between my thighs and began to circle—slow, merciless, perfectly in time with every thrust.
“Feel that?” he whispered as he worked me higher. “How well ye’re takin’ us? How perfect you feel wrapped around me while he fills you from behind?” His thumb pressed just a little harder, teasing right at the edge of what I could take. “Stay right there—don’t you dare fall yet.”
“I’m so close,” I choked, the words breaking on my next breath. “I’m so—gods, I’m so full of you. Of both of you. I can’t?—”
“Hold it,” the demon rasped. “I don’t care how feckin’ close you are—good little sluts only cum when I say. You do want to be good for me, right?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, clinging to Lugh, nails biting into his shoulders. “But please, I?—”