Lux groaned softly, fingers curling into the table's edge as her tongue trailed lower, painting lazy, adoring shapes against his skin like she was morizing the taste of him.
Sira didn't wait. She moved in, hungry, dominant. Her mouth crashed against his rough and claiming, wine spilling between their lips, trickling down his chin, down his throat, until it mingled with the stickiness already on his skin. Her hands tangled in his hair. Her body pressed flush against his, heat eting heat, as if kissing him was her way of fighting for control.
But Ely?
Ely didn't say anything.
She knelt.
And looked up, eyes locked on him, wide and glimring with curiosity and raw, aching desire. She leaned in, breath ghosting across his lower body. She didn't ask for permission. She didn't need to.
She just… took his erection. Slowly. Like she was still deciding whether she wanted to savor him or drown in him.
Lux jolted.
Not from surprise.
But because she was warm, and soft, and so deliberate.
"Oh—" His breath caught in his throat. The way her lips moved… how her tongue curled and teased like she was learning his reactions one flick at a ti…
Sira smirked against his mouth, breaking the kiss to murmur, "You're really letting her do that first?"
He huffed, dazed, wine-slicked, trembling under three different kinds of affection. "She was quicker…"
"Mmmh," Lullaby giggled, sliding up behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her lips brushing his ear. "You're shaking already."
"I'm not—" he started.
But Ely swirled her tongue again, and his hand shot to the table for support.
He was absolutely shaking.
"Okay," he panted, "maybe just a little…"
Lullaby kissed the side of his neck. "You taste like honey wine."
"No," Sira corrected, dragging her fingers down his abs. "He tastes like temptation. Like sothing none of us want to share."
Lux tried to speak. He really did.
But Ely hollowed her cheeks.
And words were not part of his vocabulary anymore.
Instead, he leaned back, letting Lullaby hold him from behind, her gentle breath cooling the heat Ely stoked with every slow, rhythmic movent. Her fingers traced lazy shapes across his chest like she was calming a beast… or worshiping one.
Sira watched with those hungry, fla-lit eyes. Then dipped lower. Her lips kissed the curve of his shoulder, then his ribs, then… lower still.
"Getting all the attention, huh?" Sira murmured to Ely, who responded with a bold little moan around him that nearly made Lux lose it.
His head fell back. A deep, guttural sound clawed out of his throat. That sound wasn't a moan. It was a growl. A warning. A call. A promise.
And then—
[System Notification: Libido Surge – Threshold Exceeded]
[Incubus Pheromones: MAXED]
[Warning: Passive Lust Aura Overload. Emotional Control Dropping. Seduction Instincts Prid.]
He blinked. Then blinked again. Sothing inside him just clicked. His body didn't shake anymore.
It thrumd.
The wine, the teasing, the licking, the kisses, they weren't driving him wild anymore.
They were awakening the thing he'd kept leashed.
And now?
It was standing tall and proud.
He reached down, fingers sliding into Ely's silky hair, tugging just enough to guide her up. Her lips popped off him with a gasp, eyes wide, dazed, mouth slick with need. She tried to lean in again, but Lux stopped her with a single gesture. His free hand wrapped around his erection, slow, deliberate, unashad, and rubbed the length from base to tip.
"I'm hard enough," he said, voice low and edged with sothing feral. "I need the intercourse."
His eyes glead like black gold dipped in hellfire. "Who's first?"
The silence lasted less than a heartbeat.
Sira didn't leap. She pounced.
"Mine," she hissed, claws out, pupils blown, body already straddling his lap before the sentence finished. Her thighs clamped around him, her mouth smashed into his, and her hands… her hands were needy. They clutched his jaw, dragged down his chest, yanked at his shoulders. She kissed like she was starving and he was the banquet.
Lullaby gasped. "Hey—"
Lux didn't answer. He was too busy devouring Sira back.
His mouth moved down her throat, hungry, ravenous. He bit, not gently, right where her pride mark pulsed. She let out a sharp cry that lted into laughter, grinding down against his body as her fingernails raked his back.
"Damn, you're wild now," she breathed, panting.
"I've always been wild," he growled. "You're just finally letting show it."
He twisted and pinned her down to the floor cushion like a beast staking territory. But just as he lined up…
Lullaby crashed into him from behind.
"Nuh-uh, I want so first!" she cried, looping her arms around his waist. Her body was soft, dangerous, eager. Her lips found his shoulder blade, then his spine, then down. She nipped. She sucked.
Ely, still kneeling, flushed to her ears. But she didn't retreat. Her fingers caressed his thigh, her eyes locked to the way he moved, to the way his muscles flexed and tensed, his skin glistening with sweat and wine.
Lux didn't stop her. Not anymore. He wanted them to see. All of them.
See him.
See the demon beneath the charm.
Because he wasn't just a lover.
He was an incubus. Son of Lust. Son of Greed.
CFO of desire itself.
And this?
This was his boardroom.
He leaned down, dragging his tongue along Sira's collarbone, then bit. Just hard enough to leave a mark. Her breath hitched. Her thighs trembled around him.
"I'm not here to entertain," he whispered, voice thick. "I'm here to take."
Sira's mouth opened—to taunt him, maybe.
Didn't matter.
His mouth closed around her breast before the sound escaped. Tongue swirling. Teeth scraping. He sucked hard, wet and shaless, until she cried out and clung to him, panting.
"You asshole," she laughed breathlessly. "You planned this."
"I don't," Lux said between kisses. "I just seduce my Pride into begging."
"You're getting cocky."
"I am cocky," he said, glancing down. "Have you seen ?"
Lullaby giggled helplessly. "Luxxx… too much…"
"Too much?" He turned, eyes burning. "Then why are you moaning against my back?"
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