Demon Discord (Resurrection Chronicles)

by M. J. Haag

  “If it helps ease your pain, yes.”

  I laughed like a thirteen-year-old boy watching porn with his friends. The guy I was interested in—who was also very interested in me—wanted another guy to feel me up just because it helped me.

  “I’m sorry, Terri,” Groth said, looking extremely upset. “I didn’t notice.”

  My gaze bounced between the two fey’s expressions, and I realized how entirely serious they were about seeing to my comfort. It deflated my annoyance and killed the slightly flippant way I’d been handling their concern.

  As crazy as it sounded, after a day with Groth, I truly did feel more comfortable with him. Even in the transparent shirt. Comfortable enough that I could deal with the boob rubs they were talking about.

  “You know what? It’s not your fault, Groth. I could have asked. I was too shy and worried about the rules, though. I’m starting to understand now.” I looked at Azio. “I know you just got home, but would you mind helping me out for a bit instead? You’re right. My cramps are back, and my boobs are hurting and add the worry I felt for you all day…well, it made me really moody. I’m sorry I threw the spoon at you.”

  Azio gave Groth an annoyed look, like his BFF had let him down by not caring for his woman while he was gone, and knelt beside the couch. He leaned in and brushed my forehead with a kiss.

  “I’m sorry I worried you,” he said. “Tell me if the pressure is right.”

  Then he set his big, hot hands on my chest and started massaging. I hadn’t realized how much my boobs had hurt until then. Azio paid more attention to me than I paid myself.

  Sighing, I closed my eyes and let him ease the ache and melt away some of the tension from the day. I didn’t even care that Groth was watching and probably taking mental notes.

  “Is everyone okay?” I asked, not opening my eyes. “I should have asked that first.”

  “No one was seriously injured. There were a few bites, but we expect that when dealing with large numbers.”

  I made a face, and he paused.

  “The rubbing is good,” I said quickly. “The reminder of the danger you were in is not so good.”

  He chuckled and continued to rub my chest.

  “When the ache is gone, you need another shower,” he said.

  It didn’t take much convincing to tell him that my boobs were fine and head upstairs with him. And it wasn’t awkward. He washed me gently first, using it as an opportunity to rub my boobs some more, then dropped to his knees.

  “I was thinking about this all day,” he said, placing a kiss on my thigh. “Were you?”

  I gave him an are-you-kidding-me look.

  “No. I was worrying about you.”

  He gave me a sexy, secretive grin and pressed another kiss to my skin. His hands slid around to the front, and he parted me with his thumbs. And damn if my heart didn’t give a crazy beat because I knew what was coming.

  The first touch of his tongue was magic. I sighed, widened my stance…and I watched. With an expression of bliss, he lapped at me.

  I didn’t need to understand why he liked doing this so much, only that he did. Running my hand over his wet hair, I found the ends of his ears and bucked into his mouth. His fingers gripped my hips more firmly, and he growled.

  He didn’t rush the process, though. He took his time, watching my cues and slowly sliding a hand around to enter me from behind. Something about that approach hit me just right. I twitched and bent my knees a little.

  “Yes,” he whispered. “Like that.”

  I gripped his shoulders and pressed down on his finger. The next thing I knew, I had one knee over his shoulder, and another finger had joined the first. The new position changed the angle, and he could thrust his fingers more fully into me. Everything was still slow and steady. Pushing me gently closer to where I needed to be even when I jerked and twitched and bore down on his fingers.

  “Please,” I begged, fisting my fingers in his hair.

  He pressed the flat of his tongue against my clit and curled his fingers, toppling me over the edge. My mouth opened in another silent scream.

  If this was my life now, I no longer hated my periods.

  I lay in bed, listening to Azio’s deep breathing and thinking. My period was almost over, and nothing had really changed.

  In the three days since Azio had returned from his impromptu supply run, he’d been amazingly attentive. Massages, oral to ease cramps, back rubs…oh, and the food. He and Groth found anything and everything my cravings threw their way.

  Azio wasn’t the only attentive one. Groth remained just as kind and earnest about me staying here, despite sleeping in Azio’s bed every night. He thanked me every morning I wore a flimsy shirt, never leered at me, and kept me supplied with cookie dough.

  And I was finally understanding our dynamic.

  Groth would do anything for me to ensure I was happy and stayed with Azio. He’d proven it by giving me a massage when Azio had left for chocolate. I hadn’t asked. He’d paid attention and firmly asked to help me. I hadn’t had the heart to say no. Plus, I’d really wanted to know how Azio would react.

  Of course, he’d been completely fine with it. He’d even thanked Groth and joined in. It could have been weird, but they didn’t let it feel that way. Instead, they talked about the different foods Groth could make with the chocolate Azio had found.

  I’d also learned that Groth and Azio had always been close. They’d shared a house back in their caves too. Groth was seriously happy that I’d chosen Azio and couldn’t wait for Azio and me to start having sex so I would get pregnant. How do I know that? He told me. Open and honest was a little brutal at times, but it truly helped me understand where I stood.

  Azio loved having me play with his ears. If I used my mouth, he masturbated afterward. Every time. And it was no secret from anyone. Groth just grinned and told me to do it more. And Azio sat closer to me to make it easier.

  There wasn’t a jealous bone in Azio’s body, which I really, really liked. I hadn’t realized how weird Wayne had been until Azio showed me what a relationship without jealousy looked like. Azio didn’t care if I teased him in front of Groth. He loved every moment of attention I gave him. He even admitted he loved that I was so worried I’d thrown a spoon at him.

  I was comfortable living with the pair and never wanted to leave. And more importantly, I was back to not wanting to wait for a family of my own. And therein lay the problem. I was more than willing to have sex to make a baby.

  But I really wanted to like having sex with Azio too. He was just so…amazing.

  “You’re very quiet,” Azio said, his voice rough with sleep. “Are you in pain?” His hand moved over my lower abdomen where he’d kept it all night.

  I rolled in his arms so I faced him. He brushed my forehead with a kiss and started rubbing my lower back.

  “I’m not in pain. Remember when you said I didn’t like sex because I’d only been with a human?”

  “Yes.”

  “What if you’re wrong? What if we make a baby, and I don’t want to have sex with you anymore after that?”

  He chuckled low.

  “I will still be a lucky father and help ease your pain during your periods, and you can tease my ears with your tongue and watch me come in my hand.”

  I shook my head slowly, and my chest gave a squeeze.

  “You are the most incredible man I ever met.” Leaning in, I brushed my lips against his. He growled and dug his fingers just a little deeper into my back, making me moan in return.

  I pulled back to look at him.

  “I’d like to try something.”

  “Anything.”

  Grinning at his complete willingness, I reached up to toy with his ear.

  “I don’t hate sex. I just tend not to crave it. At all. My period is the exception. I’ve really liked what we’ve been doing and was wondering if you’d be willing to have sex now when it still feels really good to me.”

  He rolled us suddenly a
nd nuzzled my neck.

  “Is this a yes?” I asked.

  “Yes. Tell me I can touch you.”

  “However you’d like,” I said. “You’ve done a phenomenal job taking care of me so far.”

  He got up and scooped me off the bed.

  “A shower first.”

  I grinned and let him take charge. He took his time removing my shirt and sweats. His fingers lingered on every bit of skin. Kneading my breasts while avoiding the tender nipples. Caressing my stomach. Nibbling on my neck. And oh boy, could he kiss. It wasn’t all tongue but nips and licks. Teasing and coaxing me to chase him.

  He seemed to know just the right thing to do. Like we were connected, and he could read me.

  When he stepped into the shower to allow me to finish undressing, I was breathing hard and hurried to join him. He washed me between tender kisses then knelt before me.

  “Sex doesn’t matter,” he said, holding my gaze. “Thank you for allowing me to care for you. To love you.”

  I touched his face and felt my heart aching with what I felt for him. It wasn’t a deep unending love. Not yet. The love I held for him was softer and more fragile. But it didn’t worry me. I knew it would grow into something bigger and stronger with time.

  “Thank you for wanting to care for and love me.”

  He placed a kiss on my inner thigh, and I widened my stance, more than ready to accept what he offered. My hands slid over his hair at the first touch of his tongue. It didn’t take long before I was bucking into his hold and riding his fingers.

  When he pulled away, I almost whined. Instead, he stood and lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist.

  “Here or on the bed?” he asked. “We can use a towel on the bed.”

  “Bed,” I said since the water was cooling.

  He grunted and carried me from the room where a towel already waited.

  I glanced at the towel and the closed door, then flushed in understanding. Ever supportive Groth was listening.

  “I want to taste you some more,” Azio said, lowering me to the bed.

  His lips were on me before I had a chance to think. When I was back to twitching a few seconds later, he pulled back again.

  “Are you playing with me?” I asked with a frown.

  He chuckled and kissed my inner thigh.

  “Never. I want you to enjoy this, and you won’t in this position. It will feel better if you are on your hands and knees.”

  I gave him a long look and slowly rolled over.

  “Are you sure this is going to feel better for me and not you?”

  He grabbed my hips and lifted me to my knees, apparently thinking I should be moving faster.

  “This is about you, Terri.”

  He ran his fingers over my slit from opening to clit and back again. It felt so good when he inserted one finger and then another. The third was a bit of a stretch, but he went slow until I was pressing back into each leisurely thrust.

  “We will shower after this,” he said, removing his fingers and gripping my hip with one hand.

  Then he ran his cock over my slit, slicking its length before aligning the bulbous head with my entrance. It felt like a fist pressing there for a moment. Then he grabbed my ass with both hands and started kneading it, pulling my cheeks apart and pushing them together, using the moves to open me and work his cock in.

  I’d never felt anything like it. He was so big, stretching me and filling me with each impressive inch. He withdrew before he was fully seated and eased in again. Each time adding a little more until I felt his hips press against my ass.

  “Do you wish me to stop?” he asked thickly.

  “No, this feels nice.”

  He grunted and started a slow assault. Each withdrawal teased something inside me until I clenched around him. He groaned and released a hip to tease my folds, pressing just next to my clit with each thrust.

  “Yes,” I breathed. “Like that.”

  His methodical pace drove me to the edge, and when I tumbled over with a soft cry, he grunted, and the hot wash of his release bathed my channel a few moments later. He didn’t stop thrusting, though, until he’d wrung every last wave of pleasure from me.

  Then picked me up while he was still inside me and strode to the bathroom.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Groth had pancakes waiting for us, along with chocolate syrup and a knowing grin, when we came down for breakfast a while later. They both tried steering me toward the couch, but I shook my head.

  “Guys, I’m good. I loved the pampering the first few days, but now that the cramps are gone, I’d rather not spend another day lying around.”

  “Not even for sex?” Groth asked, his tone conveying his stunned confusion. “I heard the happy noises you were making. Didn’t you like it?”

  “I liked it just fine, you meddler. Thanks for the towel, by the way.”

  He grunted but still looked troubled. He wasn’t the only one. Azio wore a similar frown.

  “It’s because I said it was fine, isn’t it?” I asked.

  Azio nodded.

  I sighed. “That was a modest answer—something I would say in polite company. I loved what we did. I’ve never come so hard before. Feeling every inch of you, stretching me…filling me was divine. I hope that doesn’t go away when my period ends. But right now, the last thing I want to do is have sex again. You’re bigger than I’m used to. By a lot. And I’m sore.”

  Azio gave me a sexy smirk.

  “After we eat, I can lick your pussy instead, and you can play with my ears. My cock doesn’t need to be in your tight, warm—”

  “I get that you like that word,” I said, holding my hand over his mouth, “but it’s not my favorite. Let’s go with fun zone, okay? And it needs a small intermission before we do anything again.”

  He licked my palm.

  “What do you want to do until you’re ready, then?” Groth asked. “I can find more movies.”

  “No more movies, please,” I said, removing my hand from Azio’s mouth. “If all goes well, I should be pregnant within a week or two. So, I thought that if we have something to trade, I’d like to go back to my old house for more of the baby clothes they have.”

  Both men stared at me. I frowned.

  “You need to give me a hint. I’m not sure what about that has upset you.”

  “You will be pregnant soon?”

  “Yeah…you know, a woman’s fertile window is usually fourteen days before her next cycle. I’m pretty regular between twenty-eight and thirty days. So, in a few days, my fun zone will be all yours until I stop having periods.”

  Azio made a satisfied sound.

  “Fourteen days?” Azio asked.

  “Yep. Pretty much the middle of the cycle. My egg only lives a day or less. But a man’s sperm can stay alive for days inside of me. That’s why there’s a fertile window. We just need to make sure there are living swimmers in me when I ovulate.”

  “We do not need to wait for your period to end. I will wash your fun zone with my seed as many times a day as you allow,” Azio said.

  “Which is why I’m anticipating a pretty quick pregnancy.” I smiled at both of them, overflowing with joy. “I can’t wait to add a baby to this family. Brooke was right. It will be so spoiled.”

  Groth started putting away breakfast, and I hadn’t even managed more than three bites.

  “I will find more man books. You can read while Azio licks you. Cheri likes when Farco does that. It will help keep your fun zone wet and relaxed for Azio. I can bring in a cool water bottle when Azio is finished. It will help prevent pain so he can penetrate you more than once a day. How many times a day are needed for pregnancy? Will you know when the baby is made? Can I watch to see how it’s done? You will have many fey wanting to listen to the baby’s heart. And we will find more chocolate for you to prevent headaches and sickness.” The words tumbled from him in a rush as he moved.

  I quickly stood and grabbed his arms.

  “G
roth, breathe.” He stopped and took a deep breath like I directed. “You’re panicking. Don’t. That’s my job. You need to be cool and steady, right?”

  He grunted, but I could see in his eyes that he was creating a mental list a mile long for the baby that Azio and I wanted to make. A baby he wanted us to make just as badly. As much as I loved his attention, he really needed a woman of his own. He was too attentive and sweet not to have one.

  Plus, his question about watching made me nervous. Or maybe curiously excited, which I didn’t want to acknowledge.

  “You should come with us to Tenacity, Groth. There are other girls in the house that you might like to meet.”

  His pupils narrowed, and I knew I had his attention.

  “I will go.”

  “What will your house want for trade?” Azio asked.

  “Anything that will keep them warm or from starving. Blankets. Dried goods. Canned items are fine, but they don’t stretch as far. Honestly, though, they won’t think the baby clothes are worth much and won’t expect much for them. So canned goods could work too.”

  “We have many blankets from Warrensburg. Mom put them in the basement of the storage shed. We can take those.”

  “Perfect.”

  Within an hour, we had blankets packed in totes, and the same fey who’d helped retrieve them from Warrensburg carried them to Tenacity with us.

  Our reception wasn’t entirely welcome. Those gathered near the wall where we landed glared, and one stupid man told the fey they weren’t welcome there.

  After spending so much time with Azio and Groth, I saw what it did to the fey. The hurt. The hopelessness.

  “Come on. Let’s trade and go back home.” Our group drew enough attention that Matt, the leader of Tenacity, intercepted us before we reached the house.

  “Morning, Azio. What brings you to Tenacity?”

  “We have blankets for my old housemates,” I said.

  Matt’s brows rose. “Old?”

  My chest tightened, and I threaded my fingers through Azio’s for support. I knew everything had happened quickly, and everyone would think what they would. But that didn’t make this moment any more comfortable.