I felt drunk, my head foggy with lust. Magic slid across my skin, eliciting little shocks of pleasure. My nipples hardened and I could feel Puca’s release still sliding out of me, collecting in my panties that I kept grinding against Dullahan.

Were we three going to fuck or was Lorcan just going to keep kissing me and groaning as he guided me to fuck Dullahan? The visual was intense: Lorcan’s hands would be on my hips, moving me up and down the great length of Dullahan spread out on the couch. Incubus magic would swirl around all of us as Lorcan’s tail would wrap around Dullahan and guide him inside me.

I whimpered as Lorcan pulled his mouth away from mine. He began biting my jaw, his teeth sharp, his tongue hot. My eyes slid to Dullahan whose steady green eyes kept watch. They burned me. I couldn’t tell what he thought because he did nothing but watch how I was being turned into a pool of want. My face was hot, everything was. I wanted to take off my clothes. I began to actively grind against Dullahan, making little sounds of pleasure as I did.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, grabbing my hip and stopping me.

“Lorcan!” He snapped. His tone was no longer a warning, it was a promise of action. My lust suddenly increased, a pressure pushing on my skin. My legs shook as I panted. Lorcan kept kissing my neck. His fingers entwined with Dullahan’s on my hip, their fingers threading together as he began to move me back and forth again. Then Lorcan climbed on Dullahan's lap too, his body right behind mine as we sat on the giant's legs.

Dullahan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. He leaned forward and I thought we might kiss but instead, he wrapped his hand around Lorcan’s neck and pulled him off us.

“Stop,” he growled into Lorcan’s face.

“I’m losing my mind,” Lorcan rasped, fingers holding my hair tighter.

Then he was gone, pulling away abruptly and leaving the room. Suddenly the air was less thick, the edges weren’t as soft, and Dullahan still had my contract in his hand.

“Give that back,” I said, reaching for it. This caused me to not only be straddling his erection but for our bodies to now be crushed together entirely—our chests rubbing together just as eagerly as our crotches.

“Christ,” he hissed, wrapping one massive hand around my entire bicep and pulling me off him with ease.

“Now, I read this just now—”

“Now? When the incubus was pumping pheromones in the air?”

“I’m used to it,” he sighed, sounding very tired. “I need to make one small adjustment to this contract.” He fetched a pen from his pocket and leaned forward, smoothing the papers on the coffee table. I watched his wide back. His shoulder flexed as he wrote something down. Then he dropped the pen and sat back, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.