Rage

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

A t the suggestion, my mouth went dry, and my pussy soaking wet.

All eyes were on me. Waiting for me to respond, to say yes. Alistair knew I was starving. That I needed to feed on my mates’ lust and that the best meals were always when we fucked with an audience. Still, he was asking for consent.

I nodded.

The tentacle wound around my throat and pulled me closer to Alistair. Even without the tether, I found myself leaning toward him. It was so easy to get sucked into his aura. “Use your words, Megaera. Tell us what you want.”

“I want my mates to own my body right here. Right now. I want everyone to see who I belong to.”

The ringmaster’s eyes lit up in that devilish way that set my soul on fire.

The wolf’s cries had died down and were extinguished completely when Daemon brought his foot down on its skull, crushing it with one swift stomp. The crunch of bone echoed through the big top, and when he turned, my jaw damn near dropped to my feet.

Since he shifted, his muscular body was completely naked, wearing nothing but the complicated mural of tattoos, which was now splattered with a shock of red—the werewolf’s blood.

His eyes glowed white hot as they slithered down my body, licking his lips when they landed on my bare breasts.

“My hound is always hungry right after a kill. I think he’s found his next meal.”

Daemon started for me with purpose in each stride, the look on his face causing pure lust to sweep through my veins like wildfire.

“I can scent your arousal dripping down your thigh. The little clown slut is so eager to be torn apart.”

“Fuck you,” I snapped, even though everything inside me screamed fuck me .

He chuckled at my faux defiance. “Maybe I should put your bratty little mouth to better use.” His hand trailed down the ripple of his abdominal muscles, dipping lower until he gripped his monstrous cock. It was erect now that it had my full attention.

I wanted nothing more than to crumple to my knees and lick off the werewolf’s blood drop by drop. But we were putting on a show here, and the audience loved it when I put up a fight. Almost as much as my guys and I did.

Alistair’s shadows had released their grip on my neck, allowing me to scramble off the platform. Whirling around, I slammed into a hard chest and found myself staring up at Riff, his face paint making him look diabolically sexy. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Raff appeared from behind Riff, grinning over his shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?” he echoed his brother, his tone mocking. “Come on, Hell Bat. Let’s give your adoring fans a show they’ll never forget.”

Taking hold of each of my arms, Riff and Raff dragged me to the center of the ring, where Daemon stood with his dick still clutched in his hand. Waiting.

The twins forced me to my knees and leaned over me, crowding together so their painted faces blocked out the audience for a moment. Their eyes glowed a soft green and blue—their hue muted from their white contacts.

“How do you want this to go down, baby?” Raff asked in a lowered voice. “Make it look rough, or do you want a more authentic experience?”

I raised my gaze to theirs and nibbled my lower lip. “Make it hurt.”

The incubus flicked his attention to his twin, whose aura buzzed with excitement. “Fuck yeah. God, you’re so damn perfect. We love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” The second the last word left my mouth, I spit into Riff’s face. He blinked, the glob of spit slipping down his cheek and smudging the white makeup. He laughed, and as he laughed, he slapped me hard enough that the entire house heard, hard enough to make my eyes water and my cheek sting.

Both twins parted, allowing Daemon to stride between them.

Music started playing again, this time, “ Circus Psychos ” by Diggy Graves.

Raff tugged on my hair, jerking my head back and Riff wrapped his tail tightly around my throat, both of them holding me in place for the hellhound alpha.

I blinked up at him through my tears, enamored by his chiseled muscles and inked flesh that glistened under a sheen of sweat and blood. This demon was violence. He was sin, and he was looking at me like I was a favorite toy he had every intention of destroying.

“Be a good pup and open that bratty mouth.”

I kept my lips firmly sealed, and just as I hoped, one of the twins—Riff by his chipped back fingernails—roughly shoved two fingers inside my mouth and pried my jaw open by force.

Raff bent down and spit in my mouth, getting most of it on my tongue. The rest covered my face, making the fresh cut lines his brother had sliced burn.

The degradation had me eager to sate the blaze of arousal inside me.

“I said, open your fucking mouth.” Daemon’s command was hard as steel, warning me not to disobey. Being the brat I was, I was certainly tempted. But I was so hungry for him, for all of them, that this time, I obeyed.

He pushed his cock past my lips, and I moaned as his flavor hit my tongue. Warm, masculine, with notes of leather and salt.

The beat of the music filled my ears.

The burn of every eye in the house was hot on my skin.

The tail coiled tight around my throat, just tight enough to leave me gasping around the thick cock driving in and out of my mouth alongside Riff’s fingers.

The intoxicating flavor of both men seeped into my taste buds.

It was overwhelming—and I ate up every depraved second.

Daemon gripped both small horns as best as he could with his huge hand and thrust into me at a harsh pace that had his balls slapping against my chin.

The hellhound shifter’s grunts of pleasure and growl-laced pants coming from over my head were the sexiest sounds to ever meet my ears.

I strained my eyes, looking up as far as the cock jammed in my mouth would allow. Riff and Raff stared at me with feral expressions that had my pussy aching.

Riff stroked my cheek with the pad of his thumb, his claw raking against my flesh. “Fucking beautiful…”

Daemon rammed his cock deep down my throat, a less-than-subtle way of pulling my attention back on him.

Whatever he found in my eyes had his thrusts stuttering and his cock throbbing. His brow scrunched, and his perfect mouth dropped into an “O.”

On the next breath, a torrent of molten cum shot onto my tongue, and seconds later, he pulled out with an obscene moan.

I got ready to spit his load back at him, and it was like he could read my mind. He grabbed my jaw, his grip brimming with power. He could crush my bones with a single twitch, yet he was more careful with me than any of my mates. There was nothing better than being held like a delicate treasure in the hands of a brutal monster who could destroy you with a look.

I licked my lips, a thick bead of his cum slipping down my chin.

Daemon’s eyes lit up with something primal. “Don’t you fucking dare waste what I give you, Pup. You’re going to swallow me. Every last drop.”

Again, I obeyed.

"Now let me go," I seethed, even though I wanted anything but.

All three laughed in unison, cold and cruel. They were good actors. We all were.

"They're just getting started, Little Demon," Alistair said from where he leaned against the ringside beside the wolf's corpse. In our shows, dead bodies never hampered the mood. "They're going to unload every last drop of cum they have inside your needy little holes.”

The crowd went wild with excitement, hooting, hollering and throwing popcorn into the ring.

We were all so perfectly in our element. To most people, to normal people, this place was Hell. But for me, it was home, my paradise.

I caught Alistair's smile. He'd had this new skin for months now, but now and then, it still gave me chills, thinking where it had come from. What that man had been like. What he'd tried doing to me. My attention dropped to the hand missing a thumb. I found myself smiling at the dark thoughts stirring in my mind.

As a rule, Alistair never joined in on our fuck shows. All five of us went to bed together, sure, but never in the ring. Maybe one day, someday soon, he would.

I was foisted from my thoughts when Raff appeared in front of me holding my sword. He tossed Daemon one of his mischievous looks, a green brow arching. “I think I want to see her swallow this from the other end now."