CHAPTER 2
IVY
He laughs, low and filthy. “Good girl.”
He climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His wings flare once, then fold forward, cocooning us in warm darkness lit only by the glow of his eyes.
“On your back,” he orders.
I scramble to obey, legs already shaking.
He settles between my thighs, one clawed hand spreading me open. “Look at this pretty little cunt. Made to take demons.”
I whimper as the upper c**k nudges my entrance, the lower one sliding through my folds, teasing my c**t.
“Lucian—”
“Beg,” he growls.
“Please,” I sob instantly. “Please f**k me, both of them, I need—”
He thrusts.
Both at once.
The stretch is insane, burning, perfect, too much and exactly enough. I scream, back bowing off the bed, nails clawing at his shoulders.
“f**k—too b
