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“We’re here for the reservation under the name Lucien Natas.”
I craned my neck to get a better look at this place because, holy smokes, it was nice. Like, five-star-restaurant nice with a laid-back atmosphere. Everything was black and dark gray with a bright crimson pop of color. The dim lights in the dining area kept the expansive room dark. Leather studded booths formed a large half-circle with a table in the middle. Folding screens showcased the same dark theme and beautiful swirly designs.
Lucien and Daiman placed their hands on my lower back, guiding me as the hostess led us through the room. There weren’t many people here, but I assumed it was because of the time of day. The restaurant probably saw more business in the evenings.
My demons’ warm hands rested against my bare back. They’d gifted me a dress to wear for this occasion. I’d tried to turn it down, but I gave up and put it on when they’d only scowled at my objections. The black silk felt like water kissing my skin. It wasn’t too tight on me, and the cut accentuated my curves.
We passed a large bar with different spirits lining the back. The bartender watched us as he made a drink, shaking the tumbler and smirking as he looked between me and my men. From that look alone, I knew he knew these weren’t just friends.
A blush worked its way from my neck to my cheeks, and I ducked my head.
We went through a doorway into a separate room with only one large table that would easily sit the three of us, leaving extra wiggle room. Daiman held out his hand, and I slid into the seat first. I wiggled my way further behind the table. The two men sat on separate ends and scooted over until I was sandwiched between them.
“The server will be with you shortly,” the hostess said with a smile before she left the room and closed the door behind her.
Soft music played, and I sat there, nervous as hell.
“That was interesting,” I said to fill in the silence.
Daiman hooked his arm behind my shoulder and leaned down until his lips brushed my ear. “They all know that you’re fucking two men.”
I sucked in a breath and turned my face. Our noses bumped against each other. Daiman’s breath fanned against my mouth, and butterflies filled my stomach. Lucien slipped his hand onto my inner thigh, slowly gliding upward until his pinky rubbed against my core. I hadn’t worn underwear for fear of panty lines.
Lucien watched me with hunger and a glimmer of amusement. “After you eat, little sinner, we have plans for you.”
I swallowed hard. “Like what?” I squeaked.
He smirked and huffed a laugh. His fingers tightened on my thick thigh, and he leaned into me, his lips hovering over mine. I held my breath, waiting for what he would do next.
“You’ll see,” he purred.
62
GRACE
The entire time we ate, I hovered on the edge of my seat and ached to be filled by Lucien and Daiman. I didn’t realize I could eat food at first, but Daiman explained that as long as I fed from them until I was full, I could consume food, drink, and even take my medicines.
The raw sexual tension we exuded made it hard to enjoy my meal. Especially when Lucien and Daiman rubbed my thighs, creeping closer between my legs as they ate. Lucien stroked his finger between my pussy lips, briefly rubbing my swelling clit before he stopped and lifted his glass of whiskey.
He knew damned well what he’d done, and I caught the tiny smirk before he drank. I wanted to climb onto his lap, forgetting all about the nice lobster-tail-and-steak dinner before me. Now I was hungry for something else entirely.
My cheeks flushed, and I tried so hard to stop panting as Lucien’s hand crept up my dress again, stroking his middle finger between my soaked folds and teasing me.
“Oh Jesus, fuck. Please, someone fuck me already,” I whined and threw back my head, thrusting my hips to push more of myself into Lucien’s hand.
“Mmm, thought you would never ask,” Lucien purred.
Daiman got up and moved toward the door, and the incubus priest snatched me into his arms and situated me so that I straddled his lap. My back bumped into the table, rattling the plates and silverware. I met Lucien halfway, our lips colliding and tongues tangling.
A lock clicked into place, and Daiman joined us. His hands glided over my shoulders, slipping down the straps of my dress to free my breasts. I moaned into Lucien’s mouth, burying my fingers into his hair as Daiman worked off my dress until I had to push myself up so Daiman could pull it off.
“Take out my cock, succubus,” Lucien ordered into my mouth.
He didn’t need to say that twice. I reached down, unbuckling his belt and dragging his zipper down. Reaching into his pants, my fingers wrapped around his thick cock. Lucien hissed as his hand shot to the back of my head and fisted my hair while I stroked him twice before I pulled out his erection.
“You think you can take two cocks?” Daiman murmured into my ear and nipped it.
