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“Mmm… amazing.” The words come out slurred, and both demons seem amused by that fact.
It is a slow process, but my brain gradually reengages as my heart rate and breathing evens out, enough for me to realize I’m trembling and that my body aches. Not the needy ache from before. No, that’s been thoroughly satisfied. This is the ache of having been used. My throat is sore, there’s rope burns all over me, and the shallow scratches left by Caelan’s knife scattered across my stomach and thighs sting. My muscles are overworked and quivering from being bound up and held in one position for so long. My neck feels tender and bruised, hickeys mar my skin. I don’t remember getting half of them.
“Wow.” I breathe out.
Elias still isn’t letting me go, his hands rubbing my shoulders through the blanket. The contact is nice. Grounding.
“I take it you’ve never experienced subspace before?”
“Nothing like that.”
“Perhaps we should have started you a little slower.”
“It’s okay.” I giggle. “I had fun. Um… did you?” I was so out of my mind I didn’t even get to think about their pleasure. And they’re demons, after all. I’ve seen their stamina, and I doubt one round is enough to satisfy them.
Elias kisses me. “Plenty,” is his answer. He cups my chin, his thumb running along my jaw as he tilts my head back to observe me. His expression is serious. Desire, but something deeper than that, too, runs like a dark, underlying current in his eyes. “You have no idea howsatisfyingit is,” Elias says lowly. “The way you submit to us.”
“Such a precious little plaything,” Caelan agrees. There’s a smear of blood on his lips. Mine, I presume, and I lean in like I’m hypnotized, unable to resist licking it off. Which, of course, results in Caelan kissing me firmly back in response.
“All right,” Elias gently interrupts when Caelan shows no sign of letting me up. “We should get you some water, and maybe something to eat to stabilize your blood sugar since that scene became so intense for you.”
I break away from Caelan’s kiss with a quiet moan. “I’m fine,” I try to reassure Elias. Unfortunately, my body doesn’t agree with my words. I try to sit up by myself, and just that much is enough to leave me feeling dizzy.
Caelan snorts and catches me as I tilt, pulling me into his lap, blanket and all. “Elias is right. We ought to get you fixed up. I got sour gummy worms if you want some.”
I blink at him. “Why?”
“’Cause as Elias just said, playing that hard can mess you up, and the sugar will do you good.”
“I mean, why do you have sour gummy worms?”
Caelan levels me with a look of mock offense. “If I want some goddamn gummy worms, I’ll have some goddamn gummy worms.”
“I’m not judging!” I laugh. “Just seemed an odd thing for a demon to have.”
“We don’t strictly need sustenance,” Elias explains smoothly. “But Caelan enjoys strange things.”
I raise a wry eyebrow and pointedly glance at the room around us. “I think we all enjoy strange things.”
Elias huffs a short laugh. “I see you’re recovered enough to get your sass back.”
I grin and lean back over to kiss him.
They adjust their clothing. Neither of them had undressed fully, only removing enough to allow them to get to me comfortably. Caelan does up his jeans but remains shirtless, while Elias redresses to an almost presentable level. It would be presentable if not for how rumpled his shirt is, and it pleases me immensely that I’m the reason he’s so far from his usual state of immaculate.
Caelan carries me to the kitchen and sits me on the counter, still wrapped in the blanket, which is probably best given my current state. Sitting directly on the counter would be somewhat of a biohazard.
I obligingly accept a glass of water and some of Caelan’s sweets. He said they were sour, but I didn’t realizehowsour. Caelan cackles at my expression when the first one hits my tongue.
Upstairs, they lay me down on the master bed and help me wriggle out of my lingerie. The panties, especially, are in dire need of a wash.
“Do you want a shower, dear?” Elias suggests.
“Mmm,” is my only response. I know Ishouldget cleaned up, but the bed is far too comfy, and I feel boneless, satisfied, and distinctly disinclined to move.
“Bath, then.”
“I’ll fall asleep in it,” I warn.
