Chapter 23

Iyla

MY HEART FELT LIKE IT was running away from me. I was completely wound up and eager for him to touch me and fuck me. But I was also curious about him—more specifically, the demonic part of him. He fascinated me in every sense of the word.

“What would I do if my bond liked more than one partner?” he asked.

I swallowed hard. The grin he wore and the gleam in his eye had turned alluring and seductive, like he was just waiting for me to say the word, and when I did, he was going to devastate me in the best way possible. Mustering up my courage, I nodded.

Zagan’s amusement never faded, even as the air seemed to vibrate around him. Shadows rolled off his body and gathered in the air next to him. My breath stuttered, and my core clenched with newfound desire as the black smoky substance grew and solidified until I stared at two identical Zagan’s.

“Holy shit,” I said under my breath.

Seeing the real Zagan basically naked in all his tattooed, pierced, and ripped glory was already enough to have me hot and wet. To now have two times the eye candy was sending my heart into overdrive.

“If they like group activities …” my Zagan said as he approached me while his double slowly circled the bed. “I’d just have to make more of me.”

My gaze bounced between the two Zagan’s that stalked toward me like predators on the hunt. I shifted to my knees to get in a better position to keep an eye on both of them. The burning heat between my thighs intensified, and my mind raced with ideas of what was about to happen. I’d merely been asking about multiple partners to understand Zagan’s position and limitations better, but the idea of being showered in attention by two of him … My skin prickled with fresh waves of desire.

The clone got on the bed behind me, and I watched his movements like a starved man seeing food for the first time. My Zagan suddenly gripped my chin and forced me to look at him.

“Eyes on me,” he growled.

I released a shaky breath and smirked. “My eyes were on you.”

A sharp slap on my ass had me yelping, but Zagan kept a firm grip on my chin to keep me from whipping around. Hands grabbed my hips and yanked them back, and Zagan kept his hold on my chin so that I was forced to get on my hands and knees in order to hold myself up.

My heart pounded as my pants and panties were pulled down by the hands at my back. Desire so potent, it hurt, curled tightly in my core, and it only got worse when the air hit my wet folds. One hand that had been on my thigh reached between my legs to slick a finger along my seam, rubbing back and forth against my clit. My eyes nearly closed, and my body jolted from the ferocity of the pleasure that hit me. Whimpering, I wiggled against the fingers massaging me right where I wanted.

Zagan’s blue eyes swirled with darkness, and his fingertips elongated until they poked into the skin of my cheeks. His horns appeared in the tousels of his hair, and he gave me a fanged smile as his free hand shoved the band of his briefs down.

I sucked in a sharp breath as his hard cock sprang free right at eye level. The body behind me pried my legs further apart so that he sat between them, his fingers still rubbing on my clit in a tauntingly slow pace. My eyes nearly rolled back into my head when I felt him grind his still confined erection against my dripping pussy.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and suck my cock while I fuck you from behind,” Zagan commanded, low and husky.

I tried to nod, eager to finally feel him, but his grip was too tight for me to move. Instead, I raised my eyes from the head of his dick to meet his black-and-red gaze. “Yes. I’ll be a good girl.”

He squeezed my cheeks harder, and understanding what he wanted, I opened my mouth wide. In the same instant that his dick plunged into my mouth, the hard cock at my back shoved into my pussy in one deep, hard thrust. I gasped around a mouthful of Zagan’s shaft, and my core tightened around the length filling me up.

“Suck me nice and slow, baby,” Zagan cooed above me, gripping my hair in one hand while still holding my chin with the other. “Show me how much you love my cock.”

My nerves were high, as I’d never done this before. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was hungry enough for him that I threw worry to the wind. I ran my tongue over the head and sucked, but blinding pleasure made me lose sense of the task as the demon behind me shoved in and out at a tempo that touched toe-curling places inside me. I clawed at the comforter beneath me, trying to suck on Zagan’s huge dick while getting railed by the other one.

Wickedly delightful pinpricks of sensation swept across my skin and settled between my thighs where the second Zagan still swept his finger over my sensitive bud of nerves. The hot pressure built with each shove into my pussy, each swipe of his fingers, and each bob of my head as I swallowed more and more of Zagan’s length. Trying to fit all of him inside my mouth was impossible, but that didn’t stop him from meeting me every time I was shoved forward by his counterpart’s thrusts.

“Good fucking girl,” Zagan praised above me as his hand tightened in my hair. “Just like that.”

I moaned around another deep mouthful. It was too much. The silky smooth cock shoving into my throat. The feeling of being blissfully filled between my legs. The sparks of pleasure burning brighter against my clit. The combination of everything had the heat curling in my center pulsating even harder and faster until my release crashed through me. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I would’ve toppled over if not for the sets of hands holding me up on both ends.

“You’re not done yet,” Zagan growled as he continued to pump into me from both ends.

I tried to breathe around his dick, but it was hard to get a good breath around it. It didn’t help that the other Zagan was still driving into my pussy with hungry thrusts. I gagged and fought to inhale through my nose while still maintaining the pull of his dick with my tongue and mouth.

His head fell back, and his clawed fingers squeezed me harder until pricks of pain broke out on my cheeks. Something warm and wet rolled down my skin from his fingers, but I ignored the pain as dizzying waves of bliss hit me all over again. I moaned harshly against his cock, and he grunted as he spilled into my mouth.

His slitted eyes immediately locked onto my lips as he pulled his dick out. “Swallow,” he ordered.

His command made my nerves return. Swallowing his cum felt intimate and sensual, but then again, so did everything else we just did. My teary gaze never left his. I pressed my lips together and swallowed the salty cum. When it was gone, I opened my mouth wide to show him I’d completed the task.

He grinned. “Good girl.” He snapped his fingers, and the body at my back disappeared in a plume of shadows that rushed back to Zagan.

I swayed on my jelly-like hands without the demons holding me up from behind and front. Zagan grabbed my weak arms and pulled them until I was forced to raise up on my knees. In the next instant, he lifted me off the bed and wrapped my legs around his waist, his still-hard dick poking into my ass.

I wove my arms around his neck to hold on, and the pulsing in my core picked back up as my naked body pressed to his. He squeezed my ass and ran his tongue along the spots on my cheeks where the needle-like pain lingered. I tilted my head back and let my eyes close, relishing the feeling of his tongue all on my chin and neck. The small pricks of pain disappeared with the pass of his tongue, and if I had to guess, I’d say he’d healed them.

He walked us across the hall to the bathroom, and with one hand holding me up, he reached the other into the glass shower and turned it on. His attention to my throat had momentarily stopped while he got the shower ready, and my skin tingled with the lingering sensation of his lips. The feeling made me think about the black collar-like shadow that stayed hidden there, and I ran my fingers lightly over his own neck where his mark lived beneath his skin.

“Have you been bonded a lot?” I asked, still staring at his neck.

He stepped under the warm water and set me down on my feet, though he stayed pressed against me so that the water overhead rained down on both of us.

“It’s happened a bit, yes,” he answered, swiping some of his wet hair back. “When it was less acceptable for people to be free with their bodies and what they did with them. The majority of bonds resulted from cults or individuals tricking us. They’d trap us with the bond, forcing us to do their bidding through this.”

He swiped his clawed thumb over his neck in a quick pattern, and the black ink swelled to the surface of his neck. My own skin heated in the same place, and I figured if I looked at my reflection right now, I’d see the marking there, too.

“You have to obey your bond?” I asked since that was news to me.

He gave me a teasing smirk. “Getting ideas, Sparrow?”

I rolled my eyes and tried to feign indifference even as heat swept up my cheeks. “I don’t want to be the one giving commands.”

Lust lowered his eyelids, and his gaze appraised me from head to toe. “Damn right you don’t.” He slapped my ass hard, and I jumped against him, feeling his hard length press against me.

I cleared my throat and jabbed a finger into his firm chest, right over the spider tattoo. “I’m serious, though. You have to obey whoever you’re bonded to?”

The heat in his black-and-red eyes faded a bit as he seemed to take my question seriously. “Yeah, I do. There’s a certain incantation that, when used in conjunction with a command from my bond, I have to listen. This,” he tapped the dark mark on his neck, “makes us. Demonic magic and seals are no fucking joke.”

His eyes locked onto the mark on my own neck. “The seal is also what hinders and protects you. It’s what keeps us both from sleeping with others. It would electrocute the shit out of anyone who tried. It’s also what keeps me from killing you. If I come at you with malicious intent, it won’t let me get anywhere near you.”

“Wow,” I mumbled, touching the band around his neck again. “Definitely no joke.”

It sucked that such a thing existed—something that could trap demons like Zagan into contracts they didn’t want. Even now, he was stuck with me, because I’d decided to pretend I knew about sex firsthand. Guilt pricked at the edges of my mind. I’d done to him what selfish others had done before. I didn’t know hiding the fact that I was a virgin would lead to this, but shame hit me all the same.

“What’s that look for?” Zagan asked, tipping my chin up with a clawed finger.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, my voice coming out softer than I meant it to. “I wasn’t trying to trap you or force you into being stuck with me.”

His black-and-red eyes widened, and he stopped breathing. “You—You feel bad? For me ?”

I nodded.

He gave a disbelieving chuckle. “Iyla, I’m a demon . I’m the last creature on earth you should feel bad for.”

I frowned. “So what if you’re a demon? More than that, you’re Zagan .”

Yes, he was a demon. But he was also surprisingly thoughtful, fiercely supportive, and kind to someone he didn’t have to be. I’d thrown his world one hell of a curveball, keeping him from indulging in a new body each day, making him move to Tennessee, and forcing him to supply my sister with his blood. Yet he did it all—and more —with a smile.

“You’re a really good friend,” I said, letting my hands slide down his chest where they stayed.

His demonic eyes never left mine as the warm water continued to rain down on us. I didn’t know what he was looking for or what was going through his mind, but without a word, he walked me backward to press me against the tile, hiked my leg up and over his side, and sank his hard length into me.

He fucked me hard and rough like he was trying to find the answers to all his questions inside my body. I wasn’t sure if he found them, because we didn’t stop making the other cum until I passed out in my new bed.