Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Chapter 112

Aurora

“I see,” his voice stretched before I heard his lips smack naughtily.

I could tell that he was licking his lips with his moist tongue despite backing him.

Thank goddess I could only imagine it, seeing it would have driven me nuts.

“The scent is nothing to be concerned about,” I hurriedly replied as my head slumped downwards. “It’s just perfume.”

I released the tense air that I didn’t know I was holding, hoping my excuse would work.

The sound of his chuckles filled my ear and my heart did a quick flip.

I hope my excuse was enough to convince him.

“Perfume?” he repeated, mockery evident in his voice.

“This perfume?” he asked rhetorically before going silent.

My heart started to pound in anxiety as I was conscious of how close we were.

Being alone spiked my sexual fantasies.

I thought it was over until I felt his fingertips sliding down my shoulder before stopping above my breast.

My breath ceased as I tried not to moan.

His fingertips burnt with pleasure, making me shudder as sparks overwhelmed me.

A gasp tore from my throat as his finger slipped below my nipples to my belly button then my pubic hair.

Good thing I shaved.

“This perfume,” he repeated in labored breath, before letting out a chuckle.

His chest was glued behind me, but I tried my best not to let my head fall on it. Despite clad, I could feel the steam of pleasure radiate off him and the racing of his heart.

I couldn’t wait to run my hands on his smooth chest.

Without warning, his fingers slipped into my already moist pussy before one of his fingers started to tease my clit.

My legs quivered. Weakness overpowered me, making me feel like slumping on his athletic body.

My eyes were tightly shut and my teeth sank into my bottom lips as I tried not to make a sound.

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But I couldn’t, despite chiding myself. I found myself wanting more pleasure…more of him.

Get away from him, Aurora, he caused you pain and suffering.

But caution was thrown into the wind now.

Everything turned bleak but there was just one thing on my mind.

To be eaten by Damon.

It didn’t take long before I started wiggling gently against his erect member that hit my ass a couple of times, begging to be released.

Unable to refrain myself, I let my head fall back before rolling it on his chest.

Old feelings came crashing hard on me like a tornado.

I couldn’t fight it, instead, I surrendered to his touch now and patted my legs slightly for all his fingers to have easy access.

Fire and desire sprouted within me as his fingers stroked my sensitive part.

As if it wasn’t enough, the sparks sent a hungry feeling in me. I felt like I was burning.

I wanted more.

He worked his fingers tactically in and out of my wetness. My mouth was partly opened as pleasure consumed me to the brim.

I couldn’t think. Fighting was useless. The rational part of me was long gone now.

I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

But did he even want me? Or he was playing me, knowing I couldn’t resist his charms.

I erased all thoughts from my head as I enjoyed the moment.

Soon, my legs began to tremble and they parted on their own as my arousal smeared his hand. Droplets of my juices started to spill on the floor, but I would worry about it later.

My breaths were turned into pants and soon, my pants turned into soft moans.

Unconsciously, I ground my hips hard against his rigid erection that kept poking me, while pulling him close to me.

I wanted to feel him. All of him.

I missed him, his warmth, his touch, his tenderness, his ruthlessness.

I couldn’t wait to scream his name while he thrust in and out of me like an animal in heat.

I want him there and now.

My hands flew to my boobs as I started to caress them while moaning slightly.

I licked my tongue several times and my fingers guided him into the depth of my pussy as I was buried in desire.

My stomach twisted in knots and I could feel my orgasm build up. It was a matter of seconds before I exploded on his hand.

A smile crept on my face when I saw that my juices coated his hand.

It was a beautiful sight to behold.

“Fuck, Damon,” I groaned, biting my lips hard to avoid shouting.

I shuddered violently as my orgasm threatened to spill, but when it was about to pour out in waves, he paused.

Confusion and frustration hit me hard like a bulldozer when he withdrew his hands before he took them to the direction of his mouth.

My brows creased and a mixed feeling swept through me the moment his hands changed direction and he opted for the towel lying on the floor instead.

Without saying a word, he picked up the towel and wiped his fingers clean before burying them in his pockets.

A slice of pain stung my heart.

I wanted to see him lick me clean.

I longed to see the satisfaction he derived from licking my juices.

It hurts to see that he still thought I cheated on him.

“Now, tell me, is it still perfume?” he asked, before tapping my shoulder gently.

I held my breath when his head pulled close to mine.

His breath fanned my ears as his hands clasped my shoulders.

It didn’t take long before desire took over me again.

“I…it’s…the,” I stammered, unable to come up with words.

“We are leaving in ten minutes,” he suddenly announced, clearing his throat as he turned to leave.

Confusion swept through me like waves as I turned to look at him.

How was he able to flip the switch of his emotions within seconds?

A while ago, he was all over me and now he acted cold.

Great!

But where could we be going?

“I don’t understand,” I replied when I found my voice. My eyes didn’t leave his cold ones.

“What is it you don’t understand?” he asked harshly before hissing. Irritation was dripping in his voice.

I felt a sharp pain in my heart at his action, but I masked my emotion.

I suddenly hated myself for giving my body easily without having him work to get it.

“Where are we going? And how does that include me?” I asked sharply, but my voice was still a bit shaky as a result of the pleasure a few minutes ago.

My thighs pressed against one another I could still feel his fingers grazing over them.

“When you get there, you’ll know.”

Tears stung my eyes as I watched him leave.

I had to say something to make him stay.

I wanted him around me..”But I don’t have clothes and shoes. I was banned from entering my former room.”

He let out a sigh before rolling his eyes. “I’ll bring it.”

A smile played on my lips at his gentleness.

“Could you get me a towel please,” I blurted before biting my lips.

Was I too forward?

His eyes examined the towel on the floor before he groaned.

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” I mouthed, watching him disappear from my room.

Disbelief cloaked me like a garment as I was rooted to a spot.

The steamy session with Damon replayed in my head again.

Before I could get hold of myself, a knock landed on my door before it went open.

That was fast.

Damon reappeared with two boxes. He strode to the table, placing them there before going towards the door.

Opening it, a white towel, a short red bodycon gown, and a pair of black low heels stared at me.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“Put it on, now!” He ordered, leaving me stunned.

“I can’t because I’m messed up,” my eyes flew to the dried arousal that smeared my inner thighs.

“I have to take a shower again,” I explained.

“Very well then, get ready in 10 minutes. Meet us beside the river,” he instructed calmly before leaving my room like nothing happened.

“What the hell just happened?!” I asked myself with my eyes still glued to the door in disbelief.