76. Haven
Chapter 76
Haven
Kai’s tongue darts into my mouth, tangling with mine. Blood and spit merge, but I swallow it all down, and it tastes like this entire fuckery condensed into a salty, coppery juice.
And then Bastian’s fingers are stroking my pussy, making me moan into Kai’s mouth.
It hurts down there. Aching, burning, stinging. But every stroke coaxes that pain into pleasure. Bastian slips his fingers inside me, two at once, and I gasp, breaking away from Kai’s kiss.
Bastian pushes those bloody fingers into his mouth as I turn to watch, and then he grabs Kai’s head and pulls him down for another kiss.
I can’t bear to watch something that hot without being a part of it, so I grab Kai and pull him to me, licking up every trace I can find on his lips, mouth, chin.
Bastian bucks his hips, sending me and Kai toppling to the side. And I can’t believe that I giggle, or that Kai laughs, but then Kai strokes his knuckle down my face and murmurs, “I love you,” and my heart is shattering with joy.
“I love you too.” I roll on top of him, kissing him wildly, desperately. Laughing as we get tangled in my chain.
“Perfect,” Bastian says behind me.
That should have been my warning. But I’m too focused on Kai, on drinking him down as our tongues wage war and our bodies meld together.
Until Bastian seizes my hips and wrenches them up, away from Kai.
When I gasp, he pushes my head down again, and Kai comes up to meet me, dragging me down for a kiss.
Leaving me vulnerable.
Not doing a thing as Bastian peels my ass cheeks away and thrusts into my bleeding, aching pussy.
I yell against Kai’s mouth, but he cups my face, and urges me to keep kissing him.
And damn, I try, but Bastian’s fucking me, and my fingers dig into the sheets as my back arches in pain.
Or pleasure.
I don’t can’t even tell anymore.
“Touch her,” Bastian snaps. “Make her come.”
Kai fumbles between our bodies, but with my hips lifted for Bastian, it’s easy for him to shove a hand between my legs and work my clit. I stare down at him, hair in sweat-curled ringlets around my head as Bastian pounds into me. As Kai rubs my clit, a frenetic glow in his eyes.
When my first orgasm hits, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s not hard and fast like it usually is. A quick swell, and a tender, lingering release.
I’m shot into the air, and I just keep ascending.
I gasp.
Yell, “Fuck!”
But Bastian just keeps thrusting into me, his hips slamming against my ass, sending tremors through my entire body, making my collar’s chain rattle.
I keep climbing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groan, pushing myself up, and that changes the angle, and that changes everything.
Bastian pulls me up the rest of the way, hand locking around my throat, his teeth on my ear, tugging, hips not once relenting.
I’ve lost sight of Kai, but his lips touch me a moment later.
On my fucking clit.
And I spread my legs like a shameless whore, because I’m still climbing, and I can see the top. I’m almost there.
“See this, boy? This is how a real man fucks.”
Bastian turns my head and forces me to kiss him. A second later, he pounds into me, and then stops, buried deep. Draws out. Slams back in again.
Then once, hard, so hard I shout against his mouth.
Again.
And a final time.
He erupts inside me. Emptying as he grinds his hips into my ass, groaning.
And, fuck, I’m still climbing. My body shudders and shakes, and then he’s pulling out, his hand still on my throat, on my belly.
“Get under her.”
I’m suspended on a high wire, my body electrified as I wait to drop. The whole room wobbles, and I clutch onto Bastian because I’m going to fall and die.
Then Kai’s head is under me, between my legs, and Bastian pushes me down. Kai’s mouth closes over my tortured pussy, so hot and wet, his tongue diving inside me.
“Oh, God,” I mewl, grinding against his face. “Oh, fuck.”
Bastian laughs, kissing the side of my neck as his hand glides down to toy with my clit.
“Come for him.”
“I don’t know…I don’t know if…” I whisper breathlessly, but Kai’s lips and tongue don’t stop, and all I can think about is how much cum and blood he’s swallowing, and why the fuck that makes me arch and grind, why that makes me grab Bastian’s wrist and force him to rub me harder, only God can know.
Or the devil.
“Lick,” Bastian whispers in my ear, releasing my throat and slipping his finger inside my mouth. I don’t just lick.
I suck.
And he groans, and that makes Kai groan, and fuck I’m so close I start panting.
Bastian takes that wet finger and pushes it between my ass cheeks, then smears it over my asshole. I try to move away, but he tightens the arm around my waist where he’s strumming my clit, and then pushes his finger inside me.
He pumps it in and out, and as soon as Kai’s tongue spears into me again, I come.
Kai grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me harder against his face, even though I’m already grinding him.
It takes me forever to finish. Maybe I don’t. It’s like drifting down from the top of the Eiffel tower, except I keep hitting these little air pockets, buffeting up before floating down again.
And our bodies are meshed together, writhing like tangled eels.
I never want it to end, but I’m so happy when it does, because finally, finally, I can catch my breath.
Someone draws a pillow under my head after I fall limp to the mattress, spent.
A warm body nestles my back. Another wraps me in a hug, my head pressed to a heaving chest.
Our breathing slows.
Slows.
And then I’m no longer in Bastian’s room.
I’m lying on a blanket under a maple tree.
Warm afternoon sunlight dappled over my arms and legs.
And Kai is stroking my head and whispering, “I love you,” over, and over, into my ear.