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“Oh, god!” I shrieked as he sucked on my bundle of nerves while he pistoned his digits into me, bringing wet noises from my pussy.

“Call out to God again, Grace,” Lucien said, his voice husky. “I want that piece of shit to see my demon brother fucking one of his little lambs. Oh, how disappointed he’ll be.”

“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” I screamed as I orgasmed.

Daiman moaned against my mound, frantically flicking his tongue against my clit. I looked at the demon between my legs as I came down from the high. My eyes widened as I watched his tongue split in the middle, each side going the opposite way as he flicked my sensitive nub.

My hand shot forward, pulling at his hair and making him snarl against me. I rocked my hips against his mouth, panting, and my toes curled as I went over the edge again.

Daiman worked me through the orgasm, his tongue swiping my engorged clit and his fingers thrusting into my spasming walls. When I could open my eyes, I found Lucien staring directly at me while he sipped his drink. I dropped my gaze down his body and sucked in a breath at the gigantic outline of his erection inside his pants.

Daiman stood up and nestled himself between my thighs. I yelped as he shoved his dick into me, slamming in until our hips met. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as Daiman squeezed my throat with one hand. With the other, he raised my leg so it hung over his shoulder.

Our flesh slapped, the sound filling the room along with our grunts and moans. I opened my eyes again, searching for Lucien, and found him still watching me with hunger.

Butterflies filled my stomach, and I opened my mouth, about to invite him to join, but stopped when he raised an eyebrow. I swallowed my words and closed my eyes.

I struggled to breathe as Daiman’s hand squeezed my neck, which I was sure was his intention.

Something forcefully breached my mind through the energy thread. I struggled against it, throwing up a barrier to keep it out.

“Let me in, succubus,” Daiman snarled and slammed his hips against mine, his cock bruising my insides.

“Oh fuck,” I cried as I orgasmed.

The weak barriers crumbled, and Daiman surged into my mind.

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DAIMAN

Ididn’t stop fucking Grace as I searched her mind, seeking the reason why she’d been upset multiple times. I saw through her eyes in her memories. She ate her friend’s arm and heart, then wailed over doing so. I felt an echo of her suffering. It wasn’t what I wanted to know, so I moved through the rest. A dog growled and barked at her, and she returned its anger by lunging toward it. The dog ran away with his tail between his legs, whining.

Memories from before she became a succubus came to the front. There were blank spots where I assumed she’d forgotten things. There were too many to count, and I wondered if it was because of her mental illness or something traumatic that her mind forced her to erase.

Another memory stood out when she saw us playing on stage the night she was sacrificed. She had sung our songs, wondering if Lucien was staring at her. I knew he had been because he heard Lucifer telling him she’d been chosen to be his.

There were a few where she became aroused when looking at Lucien and me. She thought to herself about how she wanted to be manhandled. It explained why she told me to be rough with her and even rape her with prior consent. Her ex-boyfriend (who I now planned on killing because of how he’d talked to her when he broke up with her) didn’t give her what she wanted.

I scoured through everything and came up empty-handed. There were too many blank spots since she’d changed into a succubus.

I withdrew from her mind, groaning as I came inside her. Grace arched her back and dug her heels into my ass to draw me closer. She yanked at the thread between us, forcing me to orgasm again on the tail end of my first one. I gritted my teeth and grunted as I slammed into her abused pussy, filling her until our combined cum dripped down my balls.

Panting, I pulled out of her and let my brother see the mess I made leak from her tight cunt and down her ass. I looked at him, smirking at the hunger in his eyes as he gazed at Grace, who went limp, breathing hard.

“Anything?” Lucien asked as he turned his attention to me.

I slicked back the sweaty hair that hung in my eyes. “No,” I sighed.

I faced Grace and watched as she slowly sat up, her palms resting on the table’s edge. Her eyes glazed over with pleasure and satisfaction, telling me I’d done a damned good job.

“But we need to talk about her ex,” I added and looked at my brother.

Lucien raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to begin.

Grace sucked in a sharp breath. “No . . .”

She must’ve known where this conversation was about to go, but I didn’t care. Lucien needed to know we had a bigger problem.