Page 115 of Beauty At Stake
“I love you.”
With those words, Astaroth lost his boundless control. His expression shifted instantly, turning savage, and his next thrust hit me so hard that the massive bed shook. I latched onto his ass and pulled as I bent my knees to meet those primal pumps. My channel pulsed with every thrust of his cock, my flesh coming alive for him. My mind filled with ecstasy, thoughts focused on Star alone. His glowing eyes, the softening of his sardonic lips, and the way his hair fell forward in a silken swath. His body became a thing of bestial beauty—muscles moving with a wild rhythm that was nonetheless graceful. Star was always elegant, even now, lost to the madness of our love.
I cried out with an orgasm that felt as if it were shattering me. Clenching around Star, every muscle I had strove to pull him closer, then they all released and sent me soaring like a snapped rubber band. I sailed through heaven—no, Hell—and knew only beauty and love. Nothing negative could touch me there. I became pure energy shining in the darkness. We became two stars in truth, giving credence to our names. Two lights drawn into one.
But as I came down, Star launched even higher. He slammed into me, harder and harder. And his body pushed at mine strangely. I felt his muscles shift under my hands. When I opened my eyes, I found a monster above me. Star was in his alternate form—a demonic beast lashing the air with his glossy black horns. His eyes burned, their color complementing his rust-red skin. His wings opened with a whoosh and arched over us. Astaroth took up my entire world.
Then he wrapped a clawed hand around my throat and growled, “I'm not sharing, Seren. You're mine!” With that, the Devil locked up and arched into me, spilling hot seed into my pulsing core. It tingled, and that tingling spread to encompassmy entire body, gathering in my belly before shooting up and out of my throat as a scream. Whether it was one of pleasure or denial, I'll never know.
Because that's when I woke up.
Panting, I sat up and stared around the dark room. I was back in Twilight. In my bed. Surrounded by my sleeping husbands. But my body was languid from a recent orgasm, my sex drenched, and my heart full of a man it had sworn to deny.
“It was just a dream,” I whispered. “Star did not just vow to steal you away from your husbands. Calm the fuck down, Seren.”
And that's when my scry phone rang.
With a squeak of terror, I launched out of bed and snatched the phone from the table before my husbands could wake up. I couldn't go into my office because we'd turned it into Miri's nursery. So, I darted into the hall—naked. I didn't care. I couldn't answer that scry in my bedroom. Around my sleeping husbands. Because I knew who was calling.
I swept my finger across the slice of crystal, my hand trembling. Star's face didn't appear, only mist filled the crystal, but my heartbeat slowed. My body already knew what was coming.
“Seren,” Star's sleep-roughened voice stroked me. “Tell me the truth.” He paused, then asked, “Did you just dream of me?”
“No!” I hissed. “And don't scry me in the middle of the night!” I swept my finger over the phone, but before the scry ended, I heard Star's mocking laughter.
