Chapter 7

Chapter

Seven

P ortia

The room is dark when I wake with a gasp.

Sitting up on the bed, I clutch my chest as my heart kicks in my chest.

What time is it?

Did I miss the trick-or-treating? Oh god, did I miss the party?

I click on my bedside lamp, and I can finally see. Two men stand at the end of the bed. I jump and let out a little shriek, still clutching my heart.

"You guys really know how to make an entrance. And a re-entrance."

"I'll take that as a compliment," says the slightly smaller one.

"I do not think she meant it as a compliment," says the bigger one, completely deadpan.

I try to control the shivering.

The scales, hooves, and tails are all gone, but the demon energy vibrates through the air.

"What's that they say? Careful what you wish for, because it might come true?" the first one says.

The bigger one grunts.

"I must have screwed up the spell somehow," I croak, gripping the blanket that someone has evidently draped over me while I was out.

"It's pretty straightforward. You certainly didn't screw up anything. You ordered a succubus; you got one."

"But there's two of you," I say, still incredulous.

"Look at it this way," the first one says. "You got two for the price of one."

I think about this. It's possible to screw up a spell and accidentally summon two demons. And a date with two demons could be more fun than one, so long as nobody tries to eat me.

I nod slowly. "I do like a good BOGO."

The first one smirks.

I reassess the situation. They tucked me in. Watched over me. They transformed for my sake, right before I passed out. True, my body couldn't take that amount of magic near me and I collapsed, but they took care of me. And they didn't, uh…try anything while I was out of it.

Oh god, that's unthinkable. I exhale slowly, desperate to control the fear that pours off me.

Look at me, being impressed by the bare minimum of niceness from a couple of demons.

The bar is literally in hell, isn't it?

This thought makes me shriek with laughter.

"What is she doing now?" the big one asks, covering his ears again.

This only makes me laugh more hysterically.

Never mind that no man on the planet who looks like these two would ever, in a million years, agree to a date with me. I was over the moon when Dane first asked me out, and he's a Birchdale "8"— and a Salem "5" at best.

These two demons, though? They completely bury Dane in the looks department. Athletic, with muscles upon muscles. Strong and solid enough to toss a girl around like a rag doll. I've never thought about tattoos, but as these two are on full display, naked in front of me, I decide that I like the ink. I also like the full lips, strong jaws, and ridiculous lashes.

I know what Esther would say about these two: that they're every witch's wet dream, complete with roaring erections, and what the hell am I waiting for?

As my hysterical laughter abates, a teeny, tiny, wicked thought occurs to me—I wonder if those giant demon dicks would be even more massive in their actual demon forms?

But that's just my sex-deprived brain conjuring up scenarios. Sex with demons in beast mode would probably kill me.

"What's your name?" I ask the chatty one.

The smaller one has darker hair and a large tattoo in Latin across his chest. "Well, if you want to use real names, I'm Bragg," he says, his blue eyes glinting in the lamplight.

My nipples tighten under his gaze, and I draw the blanket tighter around me self-consciously.

"Why wouldn't I want to know your names?"

He shrugs cockily. "Typically, my clients prefer anonymous sex."

"Oh," I say, biting my lip, confused at the twinge of jealousy at the mention of other clients.

"You said your number hadn't been called yet," says the bigger one.

"Shut the fuck up, Rewd," Bragg says through his teeth, maintaining a congenial smile.

I glance at the other one. He's bigger, with a fierce, rugged face. He seems lost and angry, but maybe it's the way his piercing, black eyes have no color. He still exudes demon vibes despite the only visible vestiges of their demoness being the horns. While Bragg's sweep back from his forehead and are almost camouflaged by his haircut, the big guy's protrude from his head, sharper and more dangerous. Bragg's are almost cute. This one? Too real.

"Your name's Rewd?" I ask the bigger one.

"That is the name my friend gave to me," he says.

"Does he always talk to you like that?" I ask.

"I don't know. We just met."

My gaze bounces between the two of them. "It seems we're all a little newer at this than we like to admit."

"I have nothing to confess," Rewd says. "But if you're asking if I've ever had sex, the answer is no."

I smile at his directness. He might be terrifying, but I like that he isn't trying to manipulate me.

"Then how will you know what to do?" I tease, letting the blanket drift down an inch, exposing a bare shoulder.

Rewd answers without hesitation. "I can smell your cunt. That is all that interests me."

Oh. My. Goddess.

What a horrific thing to say to a woman. And yet, the big guy made me leak.

Bragg clears his throat.

"Careful, buddy," he says. "Our little pet needs a bit of romance first."

What I don't say is I'm already experiencing intense flutters below the waist. But the more foreplay, the better, right?

Bragg moves behind me and sits between me and the headboard. The bed frame creaks under his weight, reminding me that he's real. That this is not a dream. "Don't you, sweetheart?"

His body emits a pleasurable heat, not to mention the warmth that washes over me when Bragg cups his hand over my bare collarbone.

I nod shyly.

"I thought so. Now tell me, little virgin witch. What do you like?"

His lips flutter over the back of my throat as he says this. His other hand snakes around my middle.

My mouth watering, I swallow hard, noticing how hot I'm getting with Bragg's hands all over me while Rewd approaches the bed. His dark eyes are as cold as a shark.

The frame groans under Rewd as he sits. I don't know if my childhood twin bed can withstand me and my thrashing sometimes, let alone me and two huge, muscled demons.

Bragg's soft kisses have moved down to the back of my collarbone, where I've idly allowed my satin bathrobe to slip away.

"I… don't know what I like," I rasp. "I was hoping you could help me figure that out."

I think I'm well on my way to figuring that out. His mouth on my skin is making me so freaking hot. The soft flicks of his tongue, the gentle scrape with a hint of fangs. I'm soaking myself.

Rewd quietly growls, long and low and deadly. I start to tremble again.

"Is he…is he going to hurt me?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder at Bragg. His face is there, his skin hot and scented like a campfire.

"I have a feeling he does want to eat you, but he won't do a thing without my permission."

I finally realize what he means by "eat you."

"What do I…do?"

Rewd leans forward, staring at the blanket that covers my lap. He appears as if he's ready to lunge at me.

"You just have to let me find the source of that juice before any more is spilled and wasted," the big one growls.

"What my friend means is," Bragg says, his hand snaking into the opening of my robe, cupping one bare breast. "Lie back against me and let us take care of you."

Trembling with both wonder, arousal, and a tiny bit of fear, I lean against that massive chest behind me. Bragg's nipple piercing is cool against my shoulder blade while the rest of him gives off the heat of a crackling fire.

Two demons at once?

Well, I always said I wanted my first time to be memorable.

Rewd growls as he watches me turn toward Bragg, searching out his lips. Bragg leans in and finds me with fangs, covered by soft, pillowy lips.

I feel Bragg everywhere. Over me, behind me, his arm bracketed around my waist. His hand teases my pebbled nipple. His hot breath warms my neck. His erection presses against my back.

I whimper, "I'm ready."

"Reach up and hang on to me," Bragg says.

I hook my arms back around his neck, his lips close to mine.

"My friend here wants you to spread for him, little witch."

I kick the blanket away and extend my legs outward, the sole of my foot touching Rewd's hard thigh. I don't know what comes over me, but I use that foot to explore more, massaging his leg while I keep my eyes trained on his.

Rewd's animalistic noises grow more intense and longer. He almost sounds like he's purring as he watches Bragg kiss my skin and my mouth with his long tongue and fangs.

My foot moves higher until it rests against Rewd's erection.

He's like a cat, in a way. I massage his cock, and he rewards me with louder purring the more pressure I give.

Rewd drags his hands upward, moving my bathrobe out of the way, the loose knot comes untied, and I'm most of the way naked.

I let out a soft cry as the big one spreads my legs open. And then, he's done being careful with me.

"Your scent…" he growls. He lets out a frustrated snarl, then lunges at the untouched place between my thighs.

He gives me no warning as his long tongue splits me in two. But I'm ready. I'm so ridiculously turned on at the thought of anyone—literally anyone—doing this for me. But Rewd, a demon, the raw muscles rippling on his back from the effort, his rough horns pressing against the tender flesh of my thighs, it's a whole other type of arousal.

It doesn't matter that he's in a human form—he fucks me with his tongue like a beast, sweeping that thing from the tip of my clit down to my asshole. Cleaning me. Bathing me. Massaging every blessed inch.

All the while, Bragg cups my breasts, tweaking and teasing my nipples while his mouth suctions against my throat. His fangs scrape deliciously as he bites and sucks. I writhe so wildly that I don't know if I can hold on much longer. Forget circling his neck; I reach higher and grab onto his horns, smooth and reassuring in my hands.

"Good girl," Bragg murmurs in my ear.

A gurgle escapes me as I'm no longer able to control my moans of pleasure.

My lower half comes up off the bed. I think I'm levitating at first until I realize it's Rewd, lifting me to his mouth like he's licking clean a plate of birthday cake. Like I weigh nothing.

"Your scent is too perfect, little witch," Rewd huffs as he adjusts my angle. His voice is what I would have imagined coming from the depths of hell. Throaty, deep, and totally inhuman.

I could do this forever.

But as soon as I have that thought, my mind goes blank as my orgasm hits me like a runaway train.