“Didn’t she confess to loving you?” It was a hard question to voice because I recalled the day with astute clarity. Zane had turned her down rather cruelly, not because he really meant it, but because he knew I would never allow it to happen.
Demons were possessive.
And Guinevere belonged to me.
She could fuck whatever humans she wanted. But demons were off limits without my approval.
“A sign of her naivety,” Zane said, his words coming on a slight pant as I twisted my hold on his shaft. “She thinks she loves me because I’ve given her the kindness of instruction, but she’s not lived enough to know for sure. Most demons would take advantage of that. I chose not to.”
“A fact I’ve more than rewarded you for,” I reminded him. “But she’s not a child, Zane.”
“No, she’s not,” he agreed, even though that’d been his response that day. He’d done it to be cruel, something I knew because he’d admitted it. He didn’t want to risk giving her hope over something he couldn’t control.
She’s yours, my lord,he’d said.I respect that.
And he’d meant it, too.
I supposed it made me an asshole for denying the two of them their fun, but what sort of relationship could a succubus have with an incubus? They couldn’t feed from each other.
But they could feed from me.
Collectively.
A thought I’d entertained more often than I should.
With a shake of my head, I re-captured Zane’s mouth and urged him to come with my hand, needing this preliminary round out of the way so we could truly indulge our desires.
He’d agreed to helping with Guinevere.
Our discussion was finished.
For now.
A fact he seemed to agree on as he came apart beneath my palm, his seed hot and welcome against my abdomen. He’d lick the mess off of me when he finished, then I’d fuck him in every way imaginable while I fought the dark figments of my mind.
Seven years in Hell was a long time.
Seven years of watching my only progeny suffer.
Seven years of knowing I’d disappointed my Archdemon.
He wouldn’t forgive me for thousands of years to come, a punishment I more than deserved. I should have kept a better watch on Kalida, especially after what her mother had done to me. She was Amarella’s daughter, after all.
I all but shoved Zane to the bed, his cum dripping down my abs to my cock. He moved fluidly with me, aware of my wants and needs and darker cravings. His eyes glittered with expectation. His tongue slicked his full lips. And his muscles clenched in a sinful display of sensual prowess.
All incubi were stunning.
But Zane seemed to escape to a whole new level of striking.
I couldn’t blame Guinevere for loving this male. Her succubus nature would see him as a truly desirable mate despite their incompatibility.
I crawled over him and kissed him, pressing our groins together in an intimate caress underlined in promise. “This is going to take hours, maybe even a day,” I warned him.
“Good.” He wrapped his palm around the back of my neck. “I’m ready, my lord.”
“I know.” I captured his mouth once more, our discussion done.
Guinevere was in good hands.
