On the bed, caught in between the three beauties, Nexus' toes curled inwardly. He was prepared for this. He quietly exhaled, collapsing his lungs in jagged breaths, releasing his curled toes- and stiffening again.
"Angel. . ." he muttered to himself; "Fuckin' hell. . ."
Nexus was down.
And he was down bad.
Lips twitching, shoulders tensed, he shot the succubus a sneaky glance. Angel's fluttering eyelids caught his gaze almost immediately, and a silent understanding, subtle as smoke, passed through them.
IT WAS TIME.
Without even the tiniest flaw in her movements, Angel swung into action.
The curve of her cranium jerked back as she pulled away from his balls. From her lips, strings of saliva dangled freely. Choking, sputtering sounds spilled from her lips. She quickly rose to her feet with a quick haul of her ankles.
