Page 187 of The Bonds of Indigo

I’ve never felt my pussy react like this. It hurts with how badly it wants attention.

My clit throbs, desperate to be touched, stroked, anything to relieve the building pressure.

Kayn runs his fingers through Lucifer’s hair. “You take my cock so fucking good, little deviant.”

I swear I see the shiver ripple through Luce’s body. His head bobs up and down, making an absolute mess of Kayn’s cock with his saliva mixed with precum.

I’m so focused on watching him work his length that when my brute says, “Little slayer,” I actually gasp. I shift my gaze to him, and he lifts his free arm over his head with a grin. “Look how red you are.”

My lips press together as I cup a hand to my cheek. “I… I’m not surprised…”

Vendra herself, I sound so needy.

“Let me see how wet you are. Spread your legs—I know you don’t have any underwear on.”

On his command, my toes curl and my knees shake. I hesitate, and I know he hates that I do. Especially when his brow lifts in warning.

“Now, Amarah.”

I lift the shirt up to my hips, and with trembling legs, I slowly open for him.

“Fuuuck, look how drenched you are.” His appreciation makes the ache in my lower stomach flare. “Lucifer, look at what sucking my cock does to our girl.”

The moment Lucifer’s mouth pops off Kayn’s cock, I have to fight the urge to squeeze my thighs together so tightly not even the literal prince of flawlessness could see a hint of imperfection.

I’m glad I find the strength to keep them spread, because the absolutely devastating look he gives me only makes me wetter.

“Look how perfect that cunt is, dollface.” His head tilts, and the red in his eyes intensifies with his stare. “You smell like a fucking dream, and I bet you taste just as good as Kayn.”

My thighs vibrate, and before I can figure out what to say to that, Kayn tightens his grip in Lucifer’s hair and drags his attention back to him.

“Suck, little deviant.”

And he does.

Oh Gods, he does. He wraps his lips back around Kayn’s cock and sloppily devours him.

“Amarah…” Kayn groans my name, deep and rough. “Come sit on my face.”

My chest rises and falls too fast, keeping me rooted to the spot. I may fall over. Faint, even, if I stand.

It’s not that he hasn’t eaten me out before, he has. But this… this will be so close to what he’s doing with Lucifer.

I don’t know if its insecurity or fear of ruining the moment if I can’t handle it that keeps me seated.

I just… don’t know⁠—

“I’ll never let anything happen to you that you don’t want,” Kayn slips through the bond, voice warm and sure. “Let me relieve that ache, my little slayer. I want to suck and fuck that perfect pussy of yours until you drench my face.”

There’s no stopping the whimper that breaks from my lips.

I don’t wait more than a second before standing. He smiles wickedly, shifting so his back lies flat against the bed by the time I reach him.

“Shirt off.”

This time the demand comes sharp, unrestrained, and I obey, pulling Lucifer’s white shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor.

He doesn’t tell me which direction to sit, but I decide quickly. I’m not sure which side of me is worse to look at, but I want to keep watching Lucifer swallow his cock the way he is.