Demons in My Bed (Demons of Port Black #1)

by Britt Andrews

Squeezing hard, I practically purred as I pumped my cock through my fist. Such a helpless little lamb, at the mercy of beasts who wanted to pry her legs apart and split her in two on their fat dicks. Could she take more than one of them? My balls tingled, and I twisted my palm over the tip of my cock, gathering up the wetness there before smearing it down over my veiny length. Fuck yeah. Somewhere in the back of my head, a voice was whispering that my reaction to her wasn’t normal. That none of our reactions were normal. We’d hunted plenty of people before, but this heady fucking high was next-level.

“What?! He’s allowed to slap my ass, but I’m not allowed to spank him back? Fuck you guys!” Slowly, Misha pulled me down the front of his body, letting my feet just brush the floor. On my way down, I felt every oversized bulge of his massive form. His eyes were orange, and I jerked back from him in surprise—at least, I tried to, but it was no use. His hands were gripping my shoulders, and he leaned down so close to my face that his beard brushed my skin. “No.” “Oh, you’re talking now?

Talon darted in and snatched something by my feet, earning a snarl from Felix and Ashland both. Smirking, the ginger demon brought my destroyed thong up to his face. My eyes widened as he shoved the lace against his nose and inhaled deeply before running his tongue over the material. Oh Jesus. He was licking my underwear. What happened next, I wasn’t quite sure, but it felt like all hell broke loose. Ashland and Felix jumped on Talon, the three of them fighting like dogs over my thong. The sounds they were making were blood-chilling, snarls and growls that only the most dangerous of creatures could create.

“Why though? I thought you guys were into the whole ‘sharing is caring’ thing?” Misha grunted, reaching out and taking hold of my hips. “First taste.” “First… Oh. Oh. They’re fighting over who gets me first?”

My own feet suddenly left the ground, drawing my attention back to the big guy before me. “What are you doing?” “First taste,” he growled, sliding his hands under my ass and encouraging me to wrap my thighs around his shoulders.

“Oh fuck, Misha. That looks so sexy,” Felix whined. Actually fucking whined.

Misha pulled back, leaving me a dripping, panting mess. His eyes glowed orange, and that’s when I noticed them for the first time—a pair of horns that were barely visible along his hairline.

I sank my teeth into Felix’s bottom lip, earning a growl and a deep groan from the sexy demon. He turned his attention to my throat, licking and sucking his way down to my breasts.

“Mother of fucks, look at that ass,” Talon gasped, and I smirked, loving the praise he seemed to like giving me.

My lips fell open, and my mouth was instantly stretched wide around Felix, who didn’t waste any time working his way in as deep as possible. Oh, these demon boys were going to fucking wreck me. Any hope I had of this not being the best sexual experience of my life vanished, and all sense of time and space evaporated as Talon sank into my pussy. Hard. No one inch at a time bullshit. He claimed me in one fucking thrust and one slap of his balls against my clit. My eyes widened, and I tried to pull back slightly from Felix but he was relentless. They both were. Their thrusts at first alternated, but soon they found a steady, punishing pace, pumping their hips and fucking me so good, I wondered if I’d actually been possessed by them.

“Such a good little whore for us,” Ashland purred, running his hand down my spine, causing my back to arch like a fucking cat. “Spit.” I didn’t have to ask who or what he meant by that, because warm saliva landed right on my tight asshole, thanks to Talon. “Relax, little rabbit. I wanna feel you from the inside.”

“Shhh, Bun-Bun. Take it like a good slut. My good little baby bunny. Open that hole, that’s right.” For the second time, I exploded like a volcano.

I could flip her over and bury myself in her pussy, then let my tail slip inside of her tight ass.

The rhythmic clenching of her body, urging mine to flood her, fill her, mark her. My head rolled back, and a rumble built in my chest.

I continued rocking against her, desperate to keep our connection just a little bit longer. I’d had a lot of sex in my life, but nothing had ever come close to feeling like this. My cock was throbbing, despite my balls feeling considerably lighter. “Fuck, Bun-Bun. Fuck back on me.” I gripped her hips and pulled her back roughly. “Talon!” Oh shit. Oh shiiiit. I looked down, wide-eyed. I had certainly never had this happen before.

I couldn’t have stopped it. Nothing could have. Wings exploded from my back, my horns erupted, and my tail snapped out like a fucking bullwhip.

“Talon,” Ashland growled. “I popped a fucking knot, bro.” Felix’s eyes widened comically. “Popped. A. KNOT?” “I’ve never had it happen before. It felt so good. Too good. It was halfway inside of her before I realized and stopped.”

Knotting was what happened when our cocks felt like the person they were fucking was breedable. Or, once you were mated to that person, your dick would always inflate like a balloon during sex. Since demons didn’t have fated mates outside of our own race, that clearly wasn’t the case with Palmer. Seemed like my cock had gotten carried away and wanted to try and breed that little bunny. I sighed dreamily, just thinking of her wriggling around on my knot, unable to get away.

Rhodes snorted. “Kill her.” Misha exhaled hard, reaching for his blades. “No.” “You keep saying no. No what?” “Harm her, I’ll cut you.” I barked a laugh. “Fuck, Mishy is smitten. It’s okay.” I held my hands up when he shot me a dirty look. “I am too! My cock nearly knotted her.” And gods damn, it would’ve been glorious…

My brother reached out for our girl, and she snarled. Oh my stars, pretty sure I felt hearts explode in my eyes. I no longer had circular pupils; they were now heart-shaped. Or bunny-shaped.

“This is the best night of my life,” I whispered, before tilting my head back and howling, hoping my little Bun-Bun would recognize me. If not, no big deal. I had six months to brand myself on her fucking soul, and I was going to own her. Every. Fucking. Piece.

Misha stopped right in front of me, and in a flash, I was dangling over his shoulder for the second time tonight. “You can’t just carry me around whenever you want!”

“I didn’t take you for a bubble bath kind of man,” I murmured. “You have no idea what kind of man I am,” he replied, and I felt my mouth open in shock. “I guess not. I didn’t think you talked.” He shrugged. “I talk when I have something to say.” I loved his accent. It was Russian,

“I miss him.” Misha coughed and spit out a mouthful of toothpaste in the sink, then whirled around. “Him?” Oh, he doesn’t like that. “Yes, him. He’s a man.” “No.” I lifted my brows. “No? What do you mean, no?” He rinsed his mouth quickly, then stomped over to the tub. “Five minutes.” My mouth gaped. “Excuse me?”

I called out, not knowing where he’d gone. “Shhh,” he whispered, making me jump because he was right there.

Talon had almost claimed her. Fucking hell. I’d never been around another demon during something like that, and I was thankful it hadn’t actually happened. Because I was interested. Very. I’d already spoken more words to her than I’d used in the last two months combined.

“You have a problem, Misha. You talk. Too. Fucking. Much.”

“Top o’ the mornin’ to ya, Bun-Bun,” Talon greeted, flexing his hips again, causing my body to sway once more. Was he… micro-dry humping me? “Talon!” I shoved his bare chest. “What are you doing?”

All of that flew out the window when Talon flung his covers back and revealed his completely naked body.

maybe I did a little scenting…” I whipped around to Talon. “A little what?”

I was stuck in the dark gaze of a hell beast. Misha took a step out of whatever cavern he’d been hiding out in, and I stepped back slowly. Something about the look in his eye was screaming at me to be cautious. “Hi, Misha,” I mumbled, taking another step back. He grunted and kept coming for me.

Was he pissed at me? His eyes were narrowed, and judging by the way his chest was heaving, it damn well seemed like it. “Thank you for letting me use your bed,” I stammered, and a growl left his mouth the second I said the word “bed.” His hands were on me in a flash, and I was hoisted up. My legs wrapped around his thick body instinctively, causing his T-shirt to ride up, leaving my lower body completely exposed. I didn’t mind one bit when his hands gripped my ass as he walked us to the couch where we’d eaten last night. That was when I noticed a tray of breakfast foods sitting there, and my stomach immediately rumbled.

He stabbed a strawberry with a fork, then brought it to my mouth. My eyes flicked to his. He wasn’t fucking around. I opened my mouth and accepted the bite, surprised by how sweet the fruit was. I reached for the fork, able to feed myself, but earned a warning growl for my effort. “Just let the man feed you, Bun-Bun. It’s making him happy. He already looks at least seven percent less pissed than he did when he came out here.”

there were several times I could’ve sworn that he was smelling my hair and throat.

“You’re hand-feeding her? Have you lost your gods damned mind, Misha?” Rhodes boomed, his face turning as red as a tomato. Tension in the room rose fast, and the calmness that had descended while I was eating now evaporated to nothing. Thanks, Monocle.

“You want to keep the woman, and yet when I come out of my shop, she is clearly starving! I will not tolerate it!” Misha bellowed, and my mouth fell open. I mean, I was not starving. Not by a long shot… but also, he was yelling. A lot. Rhodes laughed without humor. “Ah, Misha. Don’t think I didn’t notice she was also wearing your shirt and smells of your bed. Are you claiming this pet as yours then?”

“He’s scent marking her more than a dog pissing on a fucking fire hydrant!” I really needed to find out what it meant to be sent marked by a demon. “You’re jealous.” Talon’s voice was steady.

Ghost boy turned around, and my brows pinched together. “I didn’t see anything, I promise,” he mumbled, and I could’ve sworn his ghosty ears were turning red. Wow. A virgin ghost?

Misha stood and took a deep breath. “Here.” He held out his hand to Palmer, and her eyes widened. “For you.”

“Misha,” she gasped, lifting one of the twin blades. The small handle was a bunny ear, completely encrusted with diamonds and other sparkling gems.

There was something about her scent this morning… It was driving me insane. It was driving you insane last night, too. I got in and fired up the engine.

Thank fuck she couldn’t tell how on edge I was.

“And you’re done.” I stepped into her space, tucking her beneath my arm.

Palmer released a husky laugh that was like a slap right to the shaft. Not a bitch slap, but like, a sexual slap that stung just right. I filed that idea away for another day.

One didn’t just build a fucking empire being a limp dick, spineless jellyfish.

“I can get a little territorial. Possessive.”

“I want you to come on your fingers right here, with me and my fucking city at your back.

Maybe I should paint your face, little rabbit? Mark my little whore so my crew knows who you belong to.”

He raised a blond brow at my sudden movement. “Mosquito or something?” “Yeah, a big, blond one with tattoos and velvet freaking pants.” “Palmer, you are hilarious. A mosquito? Honestly? I’ve clearly got a mothman aesthetic going on here. Get yourself together.”

“Motherfucker!” “I prefer bunny-fucker, if I get a choice.”