Page 14 of A Date With Demons

I smile at his directness. He might be terrifying, but I like that he isn’t trying to manipulate me.

“Then how will you know what to do?” I tease, letting the blanket drift down an inch, exposing a bare shoulder.

Rewd answers without hesitation. “I can smell your cunt. That is all that interests me.”

Oh. My. Goddess.

What a horrific thing to say to a woman. And yet, the big guy made me leak.

Bragg clears his throat.

“Careful, buddy,” he says. “Our little pet needs a bit of romance first.”

What I don’t say is I’m already experiencing intense flutters below the waist. But the more foreplay, the better, right?

Bragg moves behind me and sits between me and the headboard. The bed frame creaks under his weight, reminding me that he’s real. That this is not a dream. “Don’t you, sweetheart?”

His body emits a pleasurable heat, not to mention the warmth that washes over me when Bragg cups his hand over my bare collarbone.

I nod shyly.

“I thought so. Now tell me, little virgin witch. What do you like?”

His lips flutter over the back of my throat as he says this. His other hand snakes around my middle.

My mouth watering, I swallow hard, noticing how hot I’m getting with Bragg’s hands all over me while Rewd approaches the bed. His dark eyes are as cold as a shark.

The frame groans under Rewd as he sits. I don’t know if my childhood twin bed can withstand me and my thrashing sometimes, let alone me and two huge, muscled demons.

Bragg’s soft kisses have moved down to the back of my collarbone, where I’ve idly allowed my satin bathrobe to slip away.

“I… don’t know what I like,” I rasp. “I was hoping you could help me figure that out.”

I think I’m well on my way to figuring that out. His mouth on my skin is making me so freaking hot. The soft flicks of his tongue, the gentle scrape with a hint of fangs. I’m soaking myself.

Rewd quietly growls, long and low and deadly. I start to tremble again.

“Is he…is he going to hurt me?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder at Bragg. His face is there, his skin hot and scented like a campfire.

“I have a feeling he does want to eat you, but he won’t do a thing without my permission.”

I finally realize what he means by “eat you.”

“What do I…do?”

Rewd leans forward, staring at the blanket that covers my lap. He appears as if he’s ready to lunge at me.

“You just have to let me find the source of that juice before any more is spilled and wasted,” the big one growls.

“What my friend means is,” Bragg says, his hand snaking into the opening of my robe, cupping one bare breast. “Lie back against me and let us take care of you.”

Trembling with both wonder, arousal, and a tiny bit of fear, I lean against that massive chest behind me. Bragg’s nipple piercing is cool against my shoulder blade while the rest of him gives off the heat of a crackling fire.

Two demons at once?

Well, I always said I wanted my first time to be memorable.

Rewd growls as he watches me turn toward Bragg, searching out his lips. Bragg leans in and finds me with fangs, covered by soft, pillowy lips.