My channel seizes around the thing inside me. It rushes with fresh heat as he winds me up with the steadiest little strokes. Barely anything, but consistent and with just enough pressure to make my hips beg to follow.
“She was the worst kind of delusional,” Roan states.
“Surprised she didn’t get herself killed sooner,” Lukan is saying, but the words are a fuzzy drone amongst the high buzz forming between my ears.
Kellen has abandoned my switch to take hold of the thing inside me. He’s fucking me with it with the same easy grace. Every downward stroke has the pointed curve grazing my clit and renewing my need to move. To buck. I’m already having a hard enough time keeping my face stoic and my moans locked behind my teeth.
“Should probably burn it,” Lukan is saying when I force myself to think. “Can’t have anyone else finding it.”
He pushes to his feet and Roan turns his head to follow his brother’s back to the bookcase. And that’s all the time Kellen needs to turn his lips into my ear.
“Cum, my little mouse.”
I do, with only three fast strokes of his fingers. I jerk and stiffen, and suffer in silence while cutting a chunk from my lip to keep the sounds trapped.
Kellen takes me right to the end with his thumb flat on my pulsing bud. His lips roam along my jaw and down my neck. Casual, like he’s not killing me.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispers for my ears only. “Such a good girl.”
The thing inside me is drawn out with slow concentration. It’s unearthed from the folds of the blanket and — to my stunned horror — he offers it to his brothers the second Lukan returns with a small pile of books.
The men glance up at the shiny, red and white striped candy canes being handed to them.
Candy canes.
Two of them.
Both slick with my release.
I’m too shocked to speak, to move as the sweets are taken without question. Not one reasonable ask of where they came from because Kellen hadn’t been holding them when we arrived. Not even surprise when they put them straight into their mouths.
The place that had been holding them pangs. It dribbles with a sticky release of pleasure watching them suck my cum off the stems.
But also, if I get a yeast infection because of this, someone is getting their ass kicked.
Thoughts for later, as Kellen kisses my cheek and turns his attention to the stack his brothers are flipping through.
“Shouldn’t touch those,” I rasp, painfully aware of my own quivering, breathless voice. “Don’t you guys watch horror movies? If you summon a demon while I’m here, I’ll beat you.”
The two men across from me, candy canes nestled between their lips, look up at me. First with confusion. Then amusement.
“The only malicuri you should be worried about climbing into your body and terrorizing you...” Roan smirks and runs the flat width of his tongue up the side of his sugar stick, “are us.”
I chuckle. “A malicuri? What’s that?”
“Demons,” Kellen says before Roan can. “It’s what they’re actually called. Demons is a new term aged term, but before humans, they were called malicuri.”
His matter-of-fact response elicits another giggle from me. “When did you become such an expert on demons ... malicuri? Last time we talked, you were apprenticing to become a plumber.”
“Had to tackle a few haunted pipes,” he answers smoothly, nuzzling the side of my neck.
“How do you tackle a haunted pipe?”
I squirm in his lap as the spot he’s nipping tickles.
“I’m really good with my fingers,” he drawls into my ear.
Heat crawls up my cheeks as memories of just how deft his fingers are has me wiggling for a whole new set of reasons.
