the way I am with them that I’ve never had before. I don’t feel shy or nervous or self-conscious. I just feel ready to take everything to the next level.
The thick glass of the half-wall separating the massive shower from the rest of the room supports me as I lean forward against it. I look over my shoulder and fix Echo and Crux with a look.
“I need to be unhooked,” I state in invitation, pointing to the clasps that have me caged into the corset bodysuit.
Neither one of them move, they just watch me hungrily until all of a sudden I feel Echo’s shadows move up my legs slowly, like he’s tracing his fingertips up the back of my calves, behind my knees, up my thighs. They tickle the globes of my ass and then skim up the center of my back. I feel the first hook and eye clasp on the corset come free, and then another, and another.
I look at the two demons over my shoulder, each clasp coming undone and sending a flare of sensation right between my thighs. They watch me, like I’m performing some erotic strip tease, captivated by my every breath. The lust and want wraps around us like a fog thicker than the steam filling up the room. I know that I’m so worked up, all it will take is one barely-there touch to any erogenous zone I possess and I’m sliding right into orgasm home base.
The last of the corset comes free and folds down, and I push the rest of it off my hips while reveling in the full deep breaths I can once again pull into my lungs. I pull the rest of the bodysuit all the way off very slowly. Every lift of my hip and wriggle of my ass purposeful, tailor-made to my audience. I want them as ready as I am.
When I’m completely bare, I walk around the glass partition and step under the water, turning around so that they get a full frontal view of me as water slicks down my body, steam pricking at my pointed nipples, my head falling back so that the water can wet my hair.
“Fucking Hell Rings,” Echo groans.
“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Crux puts in.
I open my eyes languidly, my lids hooded as I take them in. “Undress. Slowly,” I tell them. I want to get as much of a show as I gave.
Echo smirks, but his shadows come back to wrap around him, and he stands there motionless, once again letting them do the work. I watch them lift his shirt right off, and then I lick my lips as they curl into the waist of his pants, popping off the button and pulling them down.
I don’t play demure or shy. There are no games between us. I drink my fill of him unapologetically, enjoying every inch of his pale, corded body, loving the sight of the shadows that cover him, moving and slinking around like they’re waiting to reach for me.
He boldly wraps a hand around his proud, rigid cock, giving himself a slow stroke. It’s so fucking sexy seeing him hard and ready. When I see more clothes falling to the floor, my eyes move over to Crux, and I let out a satisfied hum. Tanned abs, a thin blond happy trail, and another hard cock jutting out to greet me.
I’m the luckiest fucking demon in all the Rings of Hell.
I study every curve and definition, taking them both in, trying to sear this picture into my memory. “Come play,” I invite, ready to touch and be touched.
This moment has been a long time coming, and I feel like I’m going to combust any moment now. This attraction that’s been between us since day one is about to detonate, and I can’t wait to be caught in the explosion.
Both of them move like predators sizing up the game, picking the best points of attack for maximum damage. Goosebumps spring up on my arms despite the hot water falling on me. Crux reaches me first, and I’m taken by surprise when his lips slam to mine in a searing kiss that tells me there’s going to be no soft and slow right now. It’s all going to be fevered and hard and feral.
Fuck yes.
I kiss him back, my lips and tongue begging for everything he wants to give me.
“I’ll sip you later, Delta, but right now, I need to drown in you,” Crux whispers gruffly in