Immortal Truths: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 2) by Lacey Andersen (best affordable ebook reader TXT) 📕

Parting her lips, she took him inside of her hot mouth. The gargoyle shuddered, and his hands went lightly to the back of her hair. As she slid him in and out, Tristan bucked into her mouth, a man trying desperately to keep his control.

But she wanted to make him lose all control. She wanted to reward him for his patience with her and show him just how much he meant to her.

She cupped his balls, squeezing them softly, as she sucked harder and harder.

His movements became more rushed, wilder, but she knew the moment he snapped.

He roared, a sound that was all demon. His hands dug into the back of her hair, and he began to thrust into her mouth as if he owned her. Each time his cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged around him, but didn’t stop. She wanted to taste him when he released. She wanted to know she’d been the one to make him lose control.

When her name tore from his lips, and a shudder went through his body, he exploded. She continued to suck him as he fucked her mouth wildly. Until he slowed. Until he stopped, holding her hair lightly, keeping himself inside of her.

Looking up slowly, she met his hooded gaze.

“I love you,” he said, drawing himself out of her.

She felt herself tremble and her nipples harden. “I love you too.”

When Mark and Daniel moved to her sides, Mark helped her rise. Daniel’s warm hands caught the bottom of her shirt and drew it up, letting his knuckles drag against her exposed flesh. It made goose bumps erupt over her skin. It made her clench her teeth to keep her moan inside.

At last she stood before them, naked, and yet, it didn’t feel strange at all. It felt… right. Instead of being exposed, she was being freed.

Mark let his hand slide lightly over her back, circling around the scars. Instead of the reminder bringing her to tears, she felt… okay. If she had her wings, she couldn’t have her demons.

She’d trade her wings for her demons any day.

His lips followed the tail of his hands, pressing light kisses on her shoulders, then her back, and then cautiously, onto her scars.

It was like her soul smiled. Maybe the angels hated her. Maybe other beings might not accept her. But her demons always would.

Tristan made a small sound of contentment and lay back on the bed. He watched them with hooded eyes, his gaze never leaving their actions. Daniel moved closer, kissing her softly, his hands resting on her hips.

She moved without thinking, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off his broad shoulders. For a second she was overwhelmed by him. He was so good-looking. So impossibly beautiful.

Her hands slid down the hard muscles of his chest, past his stomach, and began to work the button on his pants. Daniel moved closer.

“You know what you’re in for, sweetheart?”

She didn’t look up at him as she nodded and yanked his pants down.

His boxers and pants came off as one, and then she was left staring at his proud erection.

“I’ve seen you naked before,” she said, hating the husky quality to her words.

He leaned closer and nipped her ear, causing her breath to rush out. “I mean, are you ready to have three big dicks in you?”

She shuddered. “Yes.”

“Good,” he bit her ear again. “Because I can’t wait to sink into that glorious asshole of yours again.”

She felt her cheeks heat and her nipples tighten.

“Now, undress Mark.”

He spun her around.

With shaking hands, she undressed her demon. He watched her every move as she undid the buttons on his shirt and slid the material off his broad, delicious shoulders. He shuddered when she trailed her lips across his throat as she took off his pants, sinking to her knees to remove them.

And when she rose, she wasn’t surprised when Mark pulled her into his arms, lifting her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his back, and his cock sat hard between them. Reaching down with one hand, she took him in her grip and used his length to slowly slide against. She didn’t let him enter her, just rubbed herself back and forth along him, feeling herself grow wetter with each stroke.

When he cursed, she almost smiled, if it weren’t for the heat uncurling in her belly.

Instead, she pressed his tip at her entrance and took him deeper and deeper into her tight channel. Her breathing hitched as her body squeezed around him, and when she reached his hilt, she dropped his length and wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing hard.

When Daniel grasped her breasts from behind, she moaned. His fingers teased her nipples, and he moved closer until he was firmly pressed against her… until she was practically sitting on his cock. Then, he reached one hand down and steered his length—in and out of her juices.

The word fuck became a chant behind him as he continued to coat himself, and then, he withdrew, growing silent. Holding her breath, she clamped her teeth together, waiting. But she didn’t have to wait long.

Like a familiar lover, he spread her ass from behind and eased himself into her. With each inch, her body squeezed him in protest, but he took his time, teasing her nipple with his free hand each time she stiffened.

Mark didn’t move inside her, but he pressed like kisses along her neck and shoulder, murmuring words of love that she didn’t quite understand, yet felt.

When both men were inside her, she sat between them, breathing hard, shocked by the strange sensation. She’d never felt so full. So surrounded. It was—

And then they moved.

“Damn it!” Her nails dug into Mark’s shoulder, and she felt her eyes widen in shock.

Every nerve was alive, screaming in pleasure. She couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t draw in a single thought. They continued to move, sliding in and out with slow, careful movements.

She didn’t know what to do, her back bent. She moaned,