up my spine until my nervous system is on overload.
For once, no stupid decathlon facts flood my mind. Only an impatient whine leaves my lips, because Van’s tongue still hasn’t touched me where I need it. He pumps his tongue in and out of me, and it’s soo, soo good, but it’s not my clit.
“Raz, please,” I beg.
“Tell me what you want, princess. And make it dirty.” Raz lifts the phone so he captures my face as I whine.
“Please tell Van to suck on my clit. Please tell him to stick those fingers inside of me and fuck me…” I lose the thread of my begging when Akor plunges the tip of his wet finger into my ass. I give a tiny yelp and jump, which makes Kastros’s lips tug even harder on my nipple…and that feels so amazing that I throw my head back and do it again. I gently move up and down so that sharp pinch at my nipple travels down and somehow meets the very sensitive ring of my ass. It’s like tiny fireworks…the homemade kind that you shoot off in the backyard. Pretty, but not quite mind blowing.
I turn my head back to Raz, and this time, I don’t beg. I fucking growl. “RAZ!” If my eyes could turn red like a demon’s, I’m sure they’d be fucking pools of lava right now.
Raz’s smug grin doesn’t help matters. He waits a second, holding my gaze, before he says, “Van, give our princess what she wants.”
Fuck yes.
Van’s tongue leaves my pussy and moves up to lap at my clit, and his fingers plunge inside of me. Akor uses the moment to shove his finger in a tiny bit farther in the back, and Kastros reaches for the nipple he’s not sucking and tweaks it.
Oh. My.
If I were a mountain, I’d have an avalanche. Sensation tumbles down my body, and I writhe uncontrollably. It feels as though my mind is spinning, flipping end over end, not stopping, just building to an even wilder and more uncontrollable force.
And then it hits.
I slam into a wall. And then I’m just floating through the sky, weightless.
I feel my guys’ fingers slowly retreat from my body, and Akor pulls me down onto his lap, still sans panties, but I’m not with it enough to focus on the real world yet. I stay in my heady little bubble a while longer.
When I come out of my daze, I see three very smug demons smiling back at me.
“Blew your mind, didn’t we?” Raz asks, taking credit, though he hardly touched me.
I can’t even deny it.
“Did you know your hair was floating when you came?” Akor whispers from behind me. “It lifted up and floated all around you.”
I blink, confused, but the rest of the guys nod that it’s true.
“Well, that’s…different,” I say, not really sure what to think.
“It was magical,” Akor replies.
“I think we need a new rule. We need spare clothes for our baby girl at all times,” Raz says with a grin as he turns forward in his seat. He smiles at me in the rearview mirror. “I have a feeling little sessions like this are going to happen a lot.”
Yes they are, Kastros signs.
I can’t help but let out a nervous giggle. Why? I don’t know. Because I’m an awkward noodle even after sexy stuff. Gah, I need a rewind button for my life. Just to erase little moments like that which bring every eye back to me.
I clear my throat awkwardly and am completely and utterly relieved when my cellphone rings. “Oh look, it’s Zolroth.” I swipe to answer. “Hello?”
“Katrina, get home now.” Zolroth’s dark tone immediately erases any lightheartedness left from my orgasm. “Your parents are here, and they’re trying to take Adam.”
14
Katrina
Fear is an alligator that snaps its jaw around my leg and is currently spinning me underwater. I feel like I’m about to drown.
Raz has just started the van up again, but he screeches to a halt when I drop the phone and Akor asks, “What’s wrong, Katty?”
Kastros whips around in his seat, and all I can do is cling to him with my eyes because my body is sinking slowly into a daze. That terrible white fog from after my accident threatens the corners of my vision, and what I feel now is even worse than anything I felt when we were facing off against the angels.
Adam.
Akor snatches up the phone and screams at it. “You broke my Katrina, I’ll break—”