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Dashel lies beside me, head propped in his hand so he’s eye-level with me. “More sensation,” he says and kisses me hard and fast with tongue. It’s so good, my stomach flips.
Someone’s playing with my nipples.
And I explode all over again.
A whole-body climax with no clear starting point radiates through me from head to toe.
I scream into Dashel’s mouth, grabbing Bash’s head at the same time and thrusting into him, fucking his face.
The two demons inside me groan with their pleasure as well. Hot liquid runs down my flesh, and I don’t know or care whose it is.
When it’s over and I’m limp and my parts go back to their normal size, I roll off Enzo and curl into Dashel’s arms.
“How often doesustrueshappen?” I ask.
“About once a month,” he whispers against my hair, petting it with long, luxuriant strokes.
“Good. ‘Cause I’m definitely going to need to fuck one of you with my clit-dick.”
I fall asleep to the sounds of their laughter and the feeling of finally being safe for the first time in my whole life.
The next morning, I wake up in bed alone.
Clean. Not sticky or with any residual sex juices, and I’ll thank Bastian for that later. But alone...
And maybe it’s just me, but I think if a lady lets you cream pie all her holes, AND suck her clit-dick, the least she can expect is to wake up next to just one of the lucky bastards.
I roll out of bed, again expecting to be sore and achy and again feeling better than I ever have. Strong and powerful. My shower is quick, and after, I magic my hair dry and with the natural waves I prefer.
Before leaving the bathroom, I take a moment to stare at myself in the mirror.
“Nice to see you again,” I say. After throwing on some clothes, I head to the kitchen to sate the enormous pit in my stomach. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hungry in my whole life.
“Morning, love,” Dashel says from behind the cooktop. Bash and Enzo are already at the counter eating as he portions me out some eggs and sausage.
“More,” I say when he puts the spoon back in the pan.
“More than that, and more meat. And do we have any of that sliced meat left? Or a roast? Fuck, a roast sounds divine right now.”
All three demons look at me like I’m speaking the lost fae language.
“What? I’m hungry, and meat is the only thing that seems to keep me full nowadays.”
“Ah,” Dashel nods knowingly and pulls more meat out of the refrigerator. “Postustruescravings. Totally normal.” He puts a hunk of meat on my plate along with a half dozen slices of that other meat and more eggs and sausage. “Eat up, you’re growing your true form.”
Between mouthfuls, I ask, “Why isn’t Axe here?”
The heirs share a quick glance. “He had something to take care of,” Bastian says quickly.
I purse my lips, tired of getting non-answers about this. “Right. Does that something have anything to do with the bruises that won’t heal on his face and body?”
I noticed the worst ones last night. Not only does he still have a bruised face and hip, his back and sides are mottled in dark purple. I was too out of it to say anything then, but today…
The heirs stay silent, gazes glued to their plates.
“Hello? What the hells is going on?”
“Dove, you need to talk to Axe,” Bastian says softly.
