Forty-Six
Forty-Six
HER
By the time we fix our clothes and make it outside, the party is in full swing and most of the nibbles are gone. Even though no one has started dancing yet, the music from the live band is loud, and the chatter is non-stop. Guests mull around in their four-figure dresses and suits. Red and white roses decorate the light-gray stone tiles around the pool. In the rays of the setting sun, white wisteria and red Chinese paper lamps hang from lines that have been stretched across the patio.
Eyes turn towards us as we step through the double glass doors of the living room. Maddox whistles from over by the pool, and the rest of his brothers soon join in, clapping and hollering and acting like a bunch of idiots bowing down to the king of the frat house the next morning. My cheeks heat as I glance at Varius, but he doesn’t seem embarrassed at all.
Then again, he is still wearing the pink collar despite it being heavily stained with the cum I squirted everywhere while I was riding his face. I tried to get him to take it off when he changed his shirt, but he refused. So there it sits around his neck, the bow crinkled and damp and smelling like me.
My blush spreads further as I duck my head. Reaching over to me, he lifts my chin. My lips part as I glance at him, but his attention is on my father, who has just come over to greet us.
“Congratulations,” Stefaan says, bowing his head. “I am honored to have you as part of my family.”
“We are honored to have you here. How was the trip through the mountains?”
His lips tighten. “We transported in.” Bio transportation magic is rare. Not only is it a hard skill to learn as a witch has to memorize every particle inside the circle before they can cast the spell, but the risk of things going wrong is too great. One small miscalculation on the caster’s part could have their client’s eyes left behind or their body morphed together with the rocks that accidentally got transported with them. It doesn’t matter that all transporters must now be trained and licensed by the SCU – one of the rare rules of theirs that we all follow, the fear of permanent pain and disfigurement trumps low statistics.
For Stefaan to have decided to use one, he must have calculated that there was little chance they’d survive if they drove through the Death Hunt territory, which includes most of the mountain ranges on the east coast of America.
“Have they started attacking you?” Varius demands, and I can feel his paranoia that he wasn’t informed. He must have spies in the werewolves’ territory. Have they all been killed? Or worse, turned?
Stefaan hesitates for a second. Then he straightens his spine. “No. They’ve been killing our competition.” A silent show of what an alliance with them could mean for the Blacks. Varius might’ve given them territory and the means to start dealing Ricks and Vs, luxury sex drugs, which will increase their income greatly, but turning on us now won’t make them lose either of those things.
I tense, my eyes darting across the crowd, wondering if the assassins he brought with him are actually here to kill us. I spot Andrea Turner in a long black dress, talking to Rudy. Her hands move freely as she signs, but the fact that she isn’t holding a weapon at the moment means nothing. Rudy is a cleaner, not a fighter, and Varius will sacrifice his life to save his brother. I know how much Rudy means to him – the same as Lou means to me. Andrea can have a knife to his throat before Rudy’s eyes can even signal to his brain that she’s moved.
And then there’s Jaclyn Hoscheid in a dark-blue gown with a slit down the side. She’s talking to Sharee Smith, who is wearing a green dress that flares out at her hips and stops at her knees. Jaclyn is an amplifier, able to increase the strength and magic of her allies. Sharee is a telekinetic. She isn’t as strong as Enoch or Ezriel, but she can bend light and sound waves to turn invisible and move without a sound.
I know Father brought six others with him, but I don’t see them. Are they innocently obscured from view given the density of the crowd, or are they lying in wait, planning an attack?
They’d have to take out Khalid before they can touch Varius, but now that he’s bonded to his girl, his attention might be divided. I don’t know if I trust his ability to protect my husband when she’s here.
My skin prickling, I wish I had my fucking magic. Or at least a knife, but I can’t hide one in this dress, and wearing one openly is a sign of mistrust of our allies. Varius has a few on his body though. I step closer to him, ready to grab the one he has under his jacket if shit turns crazy.
“We’ll send an escort back with you,” Varius says, as if he’s worried about my father rather than suspects him of betraying us.
Stefaan shakes his head. “Thank you, but I would rather you keep your men here to watch over my two daughters. Antonio has not neared our territory himself, and seeing the other guests here, I’m not the one he will go after.” His eyes find Aleric, who’s flirting with a woman I don’t know. She’s glaring at him though, which makes me instantly like her.
“Besides,” Father says with a bit of a smile. “Without Lou with us, I do not fear making it back without casualties.”
I smirk. She’s so useless in a fight. My eyes search for her as they continue to talk. Varius gets information on William Florsley, the man who’s supposedly after me for not having assassinated his kid like I said I would years ago.
My sister’s talking to Dayne near the pool. She glances over at me and smiles with a big wave. Excitement lights up her eyes. I take a step towards her, not having seen her in forever, but Varius’ hand on the back of my neck stops me from going further. He pulls me back to his side without looking at me at all.
My eyes narrow in annoyance. But I’m not dumb enough to fight with him here, where he’d be forced to punish me in front of all these people. They might be our allies but only because they believe we can win against Antonio. If they smell any hint of weakness from Varius, we will no longer be a worthy investment for them to support.
So I wait impatiently while he continues to talk with my father. Then, when Stefaan finally leaves, I wait some more as another guest takes his place. I spend the next hour with Varius’ hand collared around my neck. His thumb strokes my skin, sending delicious shivers down my spine every few minutes. My nipples start to harden against the fabric of my dress, and I shift on my feet to relieve some of the sudden restlessness coursing through my legs. None of the guests who have come up to us have addressed me, so I’ve not had anything to concentrate on other than his touch. The pink collar around his neck isn’t helping things either. It should look ridiculous, but he’s wearing it without shame, and that level of confidence is freaking hot.
Dropping his hand from my neck as he converses with three of his capos, Varius then cups my ass. He massages me without breaking conversation. My cheeks heat as I stay dead still, trying not to give anything away. Thankfully, we haven’t made it that far out of the house, and there’s no one behind us.
But his hand doesn’t just stay on my ass check. It starts to roam, two fingers dipping between my thighs from the back. I subtly bite my lip to stop a moan from escaping, but by the number of vampire heads turning towards me, it’s a useless gesture. If Varius can smell me when I’m aroused, then so can all of them.
Fuck.
His fingers rub between my pussy lips a few more times before he lifts his hand to my waist. I start to breathe a sigh of relief, but then I realize his hand hasn’t gone to my waist at all. It’s slipping through the side of my backless dress to come around and cup my naked breast. Not even trying to hide the fact that he’s groping me, he starts to play with my nipple. The conversation doesn’t break at all.
The three men leave, but more just take their place. I’m starting to grow too hot as Varius keeps rubbing my nipple in between his fingers. He tugs on it every so often, keeping it hard and making it far too sensitive. When he pulls his hand out to once again pay attention to my ass and pussy from the back, I lean into his side and bury my head into his chest.
I’m mortified that he’s touching me somewhere so public, but at the same time, I’ve never been more turned on. There is an increased thrill to doing something you shouldn’t be. Biting my lip, I struggle with something I really want to do. But his fingers are merciless, my own desire is too, and I can’t resist. I move my hand forward to cup his cock. He’s rock hard in his pants, and I stroke my fingers down his length, only to immediately stop, my hand burning from doing something so naughty.
Feeling the eyes of everyone on me even though no one seems to have noticed, I blush hard.
Once the guests we were just talking to move away, the live band starts to play “All of Me” by John Legend. My eyes widen as I realize this is the song for the first dance. Shit. If Varius touches me that intimately right now, I’m going to be screwed. What if I come in front of everyone? My sister and father are here. I’d never be able to look at them again.
“Varius, wait,” I start as he pulls me through the crowd to the frosted panel of glass that’s been placed over the pool. “I can’t –”
We step onto the dance floor; suddenly I can’t breathe. Everyone’s eyes are on me, including Lou’s. Fuck. I search for Dayne, trying to silently plead with him to save me. But he doesn’t. His eyes aren’t even on me. They’re on Quinton, who’s getting cosy with Vlad. My best friend narrows his eyes on the man he claims to not like, and I narrow mine on him.
“Fucking useless best friend,” I mutter with a scowl. For now it’s too late for me to be saved.
We have stopped in the middle of the dance floor. Varius looks into my eyes and wraps a hand around the nape of my neck. My pulse beats against the rough surface of his palm. It picks up in intensity as he forces me into a dip. He holds me low as he runs his other hand down my body, between my breasts to the V of my thighs. My eyes widen. He isn’t even going to try to hide it.
He cups my pussy through my dress, and I grab his wrist even as my body begs me to let him do whatever he wants to me. “Everyone’s watching,” I hiss.
“Good. Then they can all see that you are mine.” Pulling me upright, he kisses me on the lips, then turns us around the room in beat to the song. He touches me inappropriately every chance he gets, and I can feel the hard bulge of his cock whenever he presses up against me. Fuck, I’m getting wet. All the vampires must be able to smell me.
In a piss poor attempt to distract him with conversation, I blurt, “When did you learn to dance?”
“When I was a teen –” He spins me away from him, then pulls me back in. His hand goes to my waist. “I thought it would get me laid.” He grabs my ass.
“Ah, and when it didn’t, you learned to shove knives up vaginas,” I say with a nervous laugh. He did that the first night we met. The sex after was wild – something my body is remembering all too well.
He chuckles as he turns me around so my back is flush against him. “No,” he murmurs in my ear as he rocks our hips together. “Then I learned to sing.” His hand runs down my body. “Though these days, I mostly just hum.” He cups my pussy, and my mouth runs dry as a bolt of arousal hits me hard.
I try to pull away, to force some distance between our bodies, but he spins me in place so now we’re facing each other. His cock rubs against my stomach as we dance. I try to think of something else to talk about, but all I can think about is sex.
Fuck.
His nostrils flaring, he dips me. His eyes run down my body. Arousal pulses through our bond, and I can almost feel what he wants to do to me. How he’ll peel off my dress slowly, follow the fabric with the touch of his lips. Down my belly to my pussy, where he’ll bury his tongue between my legs as he lets the dress fall to the floor. In front of all these witnesses.
My legs shaking, I stumble into him when he pulls me back up. I place a hand over his chest, and he places one of his over mine. Wrapping his other arm around my waist, Varius holds me to him. His cock jerks against my stomach. My breath catches as I look into his eyes, and for a moment, the world stops.
Then the sound of applause breaks into our bubble, and I blink rapidly as I realize that the first song has ended. Other couples are now joining us on the dance floor.
“Congratulations, bruh!” Maddox shouts as he spins a woman towards us, his hands on her hips. She’s wearing a black dress that ties around the back of her neck. The front of it dips in a narrow V all the way down to her belly. Half of the skirt rises above her knees in an asymmetrical cut. She’s heavily bruised and scarred across her body, and fresh claw marks run across her shoulders and upper arms. Her long white hair is still damp from a recent wash, and she smells like soap. Chains bind her hands and feet, with more around her waist. Her vibrant purple eyes spit fury above her Hannibal-esque mask.
“She bites,” Maddox shouts in explanation, with a grin that says he’s into that.
“I told you to kill her,” Varius replies when he and Zita get close.
“I’m killing her mentally.” Maddox’s smile turns wicked. “Then I’ll kill her physically.”
She lunges forward to headbutt him in the nose, but he grabs her throat and stops her mid-attack. “If you want my attention, love, try flashing your boobs.”
Hauling her to him, he kisses her mask, then he unties the straps of her dress so the top half of it falls down, baring her breasts completely. The only reason she isn’t completely naked right now is because of the belt around her waist.
Feeling Varius’ eyes on me and the cold jealousy through our bond, I turn my head so he doesn’t kill her. My jaw tics as I’m annoyed at his hypocrisy all over again. He did a hel of a lot more to Khalid’s girl than just look at her. I might be letting him fuck my brains out again, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven him.
Fucking neanderthal.
“There, now you have all of my attention,” Maddox says. He cups her right breast. “Now what did you want to tell me?” He pretends to listen for a moment, nodding every so often even though she says nothing. “What? You want me to fuck your face while you’re hanging upside down from a tree?”
She growls behind her mask.
“Of course I will, love. I’ll even eat your pretty little pussy at the same time. Now congratulate the lovely couple so we can take our leave.”
She growls words I doubt are well wishes, but Maddox seems pleased enough with them. He turns to me as we all continue dancing. “Welcome to the family, sis.”
I beam. “Thanks...bruh.”
“Ha!” He whisks his captive away, dragging her towards the woods. My blood heats, knowing what they’re about to do. Varius’ eyes narrow on me, and I am intensely aware of the flush of my cheeks. He’s always been paranoid of my relationship with Maddox, so if he thinks his little brother has just turned me on, will he kill him?
My pulse spikes. I fish for something to say that’ll cool his jealousy. “Varius, I –”
“I love the way you smell,” Aleric says from beside us. “What is that? Cocoa and cum?”
He’s dancing with Sau, and his hands are all over her body. He’s smiling at her, but if looks could kill, he would be gutted, speared through his anus, and set on fire. I’ve never seen Sau be anything more than the welcoming hostess in public, so to see her so openly hostile with an ally we need has taken me by surprise.
As if feeling my stare, Aleric turns his head to look at me. “Thank you for the invite,” he says with a grin. “I’m having a lovely time.”
“Thank you for coming,” Varius responds emotionlessly.
“Oh, I haven’t come yet.” He turns back to Sau and winks extravagantly. “Though I’m certain I will soon.”
“Come while you’re dancing with me, and I’ll cut it off,” Sau hisses.
“Oh, but how can I possibly not, love, when you talk so dirty to me?”
She pretends to stumble, then stomps on his foot with her heel. His grin only widens as he groans, “Oh, fuck, yeah, baby. Do that again.”
As they move away from us, I glance at Varius. “Um… should we intervene?”
“No,” he says tightly, though our bond tells me he wants to. “He has my permission.”
My eyes widen. I know he’s mad at his mother just as much as I am, if not more, but she is the only midwife I trust with our child. If our daughter turns out to be a hybrid, anyone else will kill her and then me while I lay there in labor.
I turn my head to keep an eye on her, but Varius grabs my chin and forces my attention back to him. “She’s the Reaper of the Sired, Micha. She’ll be fine.”
He goes back to touching me intimately every chance he gets. Then his lips find mine, and his hands squeeze my ass. His tongue strokes mine.
When he pulls back, my eyes dart to the people around us as I subtly try to keep my cool. If he keeps touching me like this though, I fear I’m going to throw myself at him without shame. My body is all too familiar with what he can do for it, and I’m craving any sort of connection with him after the week we’ve spent fighting.
His hands squeeze my ass as he lifts me up. He settles my pussy over his erection and rocks into me. I grab hold of his shoulders as I stare at him with wide eyes, my blood rushing through my skull. “Put me down,” I hiss.
“As you wish.” He sets me down, but just as I breathe in relief, he spins me so my back is to him, then shoves me away from him. As I stumble forward a step, I realize we’re at the edge of the party. He smoothly maneuvered us here while we were dancing.
“No. I want to see L–” I start as I turn back around, but he grabs my arm and hauls me in for another deep kiss.
He lifts his lips after a moment, panting hard, but his head stays tilted towards mine. “You can either run, little monster, or I can fuck you right here, but either way, I’m going to fuck you.”
He releases me, and I stumble back, breathing hard. I take a few more steps in reverse, then pivot on my heels, kick them off, and run.
A few people in the crowd whistle and clap wildly, but I don’t dare look over to see who is teasing us. It’s probably his brothers and Dayne. But then I hear my baby sister yell, “Get it, girl!”
My cheeks on fire, I run faster to get away from the utter embarrassment. Not wanting to get fucked somewhere they can all hear, let alone see, I don’t slow down in the slightest when I reach the woods. Tree branches whip across my body, tearing into my dress with delicious stings. The grass and twigs get crushed underfoot. My lungs pump hard, as do my legs, but at the sound of a predator coming up behind me, I suddenly find more energy.
I dart around a tree, then stumble over a root in the dark. But my assassin training kicks in, and my honed reflexes have me rolling back onto my feet before I really register that I’ve fallen. Taking off again at full speed, I breathe the hot summer air into my lungs.
I can hear Varius behind me, his steps heavier than mine, the whips of the branches louder and more numerous. But I can also feel him, the arousal through our bond, the way he can sense me through his special abilities. I can feel my own heartbeat through him, and I wonder how the hel I could ever escape such a predator.
A primal fear rushes through me, giving me more to pull on. Frantic, I dart around trees and duck under branches. I think about heading for the lake, wondering if he can swim. I’m a good swimmer. He has a lot of muscle. It could work…
But when I turn towards its direction, he’s right in front of me. I throw myself to the left, my feet scrambling on the ground. I fall to my hands, then fling myself back up. I take off in the opposite direction, expecting him to grab me with every step I take, but he never does.
I run until my legs ache. Until my lungs and heart feel at their limit. He appears in front of me every so often just to scare me, and that added uncertainty is making me panic, the primal part of my brain screaming that I’m not going to make it out alive.
I stumble from exhaustion but still try to keep going, my hands and knees dragging me along the forest floor. Fear floods every nerve, and it only amplifies when I’m picked up by a warrior. I start to yelp, but a hand is shoved over my mouth. My back hits a tree. My eyes widen as a towering presence fills my line of vision. And then his hand slides down to my throat, and he covers my mouth with his lips.
Arousal jerks beneath the fear. The two mesh together, amplified by the other’s presence. I moan as I cling to him, and he pushes up my dress. He releases my neck to rip off my underwear and the plug he placed inside me before we came down from his room. His old cum rushes down my legs. He pushes it back inside me with two fingers. I arch between his body and the tree as he hits my G-spot over and over and over again.
I cry out against his mouth, but he silences all noise with his lips and the tightening grip of his hand around my throat. The lack of oxygen makes me dizzy, adding to the rush of sensations I’m experiencing. Frantically rocking my hips, I chase a release that’ll leave me wrecked.
He groans into my mouth. His tongue dances with mine. Reaching around my neck, he unties my dress. Shoving the fabric down past my breasts, he lifts me higher up the tree with the fingers he has in my pussy, and then lowers his head to lock his lips around my breast. He cups his free hand over my mouth, trapping in my cries.
I buck against him, needing more, begging him with my body. My legs move restlessly around him as I try to find that glorious release.
But he keeps me on the edge, moving his fingers too fast for me to come. I whimper against his palm. He groans with his teeth around my nipple. Then he pulls me back down the tree. Leaning in so his lips meet my ear, he sucks the bottom of my ear into his mouth and bites down hard. I cry out against his hand. He licks the side of my face before saying, “Don’t make a sound.”
Spinning us around before I can make sense of that, he steps away from the tree. He maneuvers me like I don’t weigh a thing. He sits upright on the ground with his legs spread out in front of him. I’m still lifted in the air with his hands gripping my thighs, my knees bent up to my chest. Kissing the back of my neck, he lowers me onto his hard, throbbing cock.
I bite my lower lip so I don’t cry out.
“Good girl,” he murmurs in my ear. “Stay nice and quiet as you watch my cock enter you.”
He pulls me down further, and my hands fly over my mouth, trying to keep the noises in. My gaze darts down to watch his cock slowly starting to fill my pussy. I take the full head of him in, then slide down even more. My nipples grow hard. My body grows flush. Panting against my palms, I watch through half-hooded eyes as he pulls me down fully.
I’m stretched so much. He’s in so deep. Moaning, I sag against his chest and drop my hands. He releases my thighs to grab my breasts, pinching my nipples in between his fingers. I bite back a cry. He murmurs in my ear. “Now look ahead, little monster.”
I do without question, knowing I will find pleasure from obeying. My eyes widen as I see them in front of us though, never having imagined that. They’re a fair few yards away. My pussy spasms around Varius’ cock as my jaw drops.
“You like the view?” he growls, a jolt of jealousy coming down our bond. Danger screams inside my skull as I realize he herded me here. He must have been able to smell them or sense them through their heartbeats.
“Do you want to join them?” he demands as he shoves a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down. I reach out automatically, my hands landing on his knees to hold myself up. He grabs my hips and lifts my ass off him. I know I should be paying attention to him first and foremost, but I can’t seem to rip my eyes away from the scene in front of me.
Maddox has Zita hanging upside down from a tree just like he said he would. She’s fully naked, and her body is covered in old scars – the bites and claws of werewolves. She must be an omega – a pack’s punching bag, her body a canvas to their violence. There are also new wounds that are still bleeding – whipping lines from whatever Maddox’s been doing to her.
Her legs are spread, her ankles tied to a branch above with some rope, and in the moonlight piercing through the branches, I can see her pussy gleaming with wetness. My own grows wet too.
Maddox steps up to her, also fully naked, and grips his cock. He’s almost half the size of Varius, I would suspect, but the confidence he moves with more than makes up with it.
“Nah...I think I like you better with the mask.” Maddox’s words whisper on the wind, so faint I almost miss them. As he turns, I suck in a breath, wondering if he can see us. But his eyes are on the ground.
“I asked you a question,” Varius growls as he digs his fingers into my ass. He slams me down all the way on his cock, and I almost cry out before I bite my lip. My nails dig into his knees, drawing blood. I’m shaking so much, all my muscles feel weak.
“Do you want to join them?”
My pulse spikes. I shake my head, not wanting Varius anywhere near another woman.
“Are you fucking lying to me?” he growls as he lifts me off him.
I shake my head again.
He slams up into me as he pulls me down. This time I can’t fully trap my whimper. My head jerks up as a small cry escapes me, but Maddox is facing Zita again with the leather Hannibal-esque mask dangling from his fingers. He puts it back on her despite her attempt to resist him, jerking her head back and forth. He grabs a fistful of her hair to hold her still, then straps the mask on. There’s a hole in it now though, circular and right over her mouth.
My heartbeat picks up as Varius’ cock moves fast and hard inside me. My nipples are hard sensitive buds as they sway in the night air. My mouth waters as I watch Varius’ brother step up to Zita with his hand on his cock again. He forces his dick through the hole in her mask. His ass and leg muscles tighten as he starts to thrust into her.
“Are you imagining yourself in her place?” my husband growls as he picks up his pace, slamming me down so hard, pain radiates through my womb. He’s hitting the back of it, bruising it, and he’s moving so fast now, I fear he’s going to rub me raw.
I hang my head as I shudder on his cock. My entire body is shaking as it begs for a release, but I need him to play with the outside of my pussy to get it. My nails dig deeper into his knees. I try to shift my weight to one hand, but my balance instantly disappears. Biting my lip, I whimper.
“Answer me,” he snaps, slamming me down all the way onto his lap so his hands are free to go around me. One wraps around my neck. The other slaps my pussy. I jump from the unexpected smack. Panting hard, I shake my head.
“But it’s making you hot, isn’t it? Watching my brother fuck that whore?”
I squirm on his cock, but I can’t deny it. My eyes find the couple through the trees, and my pussy spasms as I watch Maddox lower his head down to her cunt. He licks her as he fucks her face, his hands wrapped around her head as he pounds into her. “Yes,” I pant, my legs shaking.
Varius’ jealousy flares so violently that I fall forward on a gasp. He shoves me down the rest of the way. My face hits the ground. He twists around so he’s now kneeling behind me. Pulling out of my pussy, he pushes the cum plug in, and then slams his cock into my ass.
I cry out, unable to stop myself. His hand lands on my ass, and the smack resonates through the trees. There’s no way Maddox doesn’t know we’re here now. My cheeks flush as Varius fucks me like an animal. He grunts and growls and leans down to bite my shoulder and neck. I scream as he rearranges my insides with every thrust of his cock.
“Watch them like the whore you are,” Varius snaps as he grabs my chin and forces my gaze up.
Maddox is fucking her faster now. He still has his tongue buried between her legs. He thrusts in deep and stays there, and the excitement of seeing someone else come brings me to the edge. My whole body grows hot, the flush spreading across every nerve.
Zita jerks away as Maddox grunts. Then he steps back, and I can see her spitting out his cum. He takes another step back, then drops to his knees. Confusion keeps my orgasm away as Varius continues to pound into me from the back.
But then I realize what Maddox’s doing when his body cracks and breaks, and shadows swirl around his feet. When he finishes shapeshifting, my jaw drops off completely. I thought he might just be increasing the size of his cock, but he’s changed the entirety of his body into that of a werewolf in its wolf form. He’s now twice her size, if not more.
“That’s it, you beautiful whore,” Varius groans as he rams his cock down my ass. “Come on me while you watch him fuck her.” He grabs my throat and leans back to sit on his calves. He pulls one of my arms back as he jackhammers into me, penetrating me so deep. I cry out as he releases my throat and rubs my clit instead.
“That’s it. Good girl,” Varius grunts behind me. “Come like a beautiful little whore.”
With an animalistic growl, Maddox grabs Zita’s body in his big meaty paws and yanks her down from the tree. She cries out as the skin on her ankles are undoubtedly rubbed away. He spins her around so she’s upright, turns to face us, and then spreads her legs wide. Giving us a show.
My breath catches as my eyes drop to her pussy. The large head of his cock, much bigger than her forearm now, pushes inside her. She screams as she’s forced to take his thick girth, but there isn’t any blood pouring down her legs from any tearing. He must have given her a V, a succubus potion that allows her to take monster cocks.
My breaths come out hard and fast. Varius releases my arm to cup my breast and pinch my nipple. Overwhelmed, I cry out, and my orgasm crashes through me just as Maddox shoves his cock all the way in. I can see the outline of it beneath her skin, reaching up to just beneath her breasts. The end of his cock blossoms out into a knot, and he fucks her hard and fast just the same as Varius is doing to me.
I scream and jerk on his cock. He pulls out of me, moves the cum plug to my ass, and then lines his cock up with my pussy again. I try to stop him, but he throws me down to the ground and shoves in. He fucks me so hard, my body sinks into the cold forest floor.
Digging my nails into the soft earth, I am helpless to do anything but let him rut me like an animal. My pussy is rubbed raw, my ass is well smacked, and I am on the verge of falling asleep, my body too well fucked to stay awake.
Grabbing me by the throat, Varius yanks my head back up. “You watch them like a good little whore,” he demands. I open my eyes to see Maddox’s wolf cock sliding in and out of her body. “That’s it. Good girl. Let me give my fucking payment to the blood bond.”
My pulse spikes as my eyes widen. Getting my second wind, my heart expanding in my chest, I turn my head to look at Varius. Dark eyes stare back at me, his face twisted with jealousy.
He gazes into my eyes. His breaths get harsher. Then with a hard smack of my ass, he finally comes inside me.
He falls forward on a groan, and I collapse beneath his weight as he fills my pussy. I shudder beneath him, my entire body feeling so damn delicious.
But he doesn’t let me bask in it. Doesn’t give me a break at all.
Hauling me to my feet, he growls sharp words into my ear, “Run, little monster. Run.”