Chapter 47 #2
My breath caught, pulse hammering at my throat. His tone wasn’t a request, it was a command. One I obeyed, sliding my pants down my legs, every inch of exposed skin a live wire under his gaze.
“Those too,” he said, nodding to the thin scrap of lace left.
I curled my fingers in the waistband, dragging them down agonizingly slow. The fabric clung to the curve of my hips before slipping past, down my legs, leaving me completely naked. I let them fall to the floor beside my discarded pants, my chest rising and falling too fast.
He didn’t move. Didn’t touch. Just sat there, tight fists, watching me like I was both his salvation and his ruin.
“Open your legs for me. Present me what’s mine.”
My breath hitched, but I did as he asked, knees falling apart under his gaze, baring myself completely.
Heat crawled over my skin, not just from exposure, but from the way he looked at me: jaw clenched, pupils blown, chest rising like he was holding himself back with every ounce of control he had left.
“Good girl,” he bit out, the words all gravel and fire. “Now read this. Out loud.”
I cleared my throat and started the chapter he’d opened for me.
“Do you know what it means to be starfished, you little slut?”
I shake my head, a jolt of both fear and excitement pulsing through me at the thought.
“You’re going to take all of us, held tight, arms and legs spread wide like a little starfish, completely exposed and helpless. Laid out for us to feast on, to use, to fuck in every hole without mercy. Are you ready for that?”
I have never nodded so fast in my life. Five full-blooded vampires, all ripped and menacing, ready to claim me—fuck me—completely. How the hell did I get so damn lucky?
“Lift her onto the table,” the biggest one snarls, voice rough and commanding. “Rip off her clothes, and chain her up where we can have our way.”
Without breaking eye contact, he frees himself from his pants, the thick, veiny length of his cock springing free. His black eyes burn with hunger as he wraps a large hand around himself, pumping slow, but with hard strokes that send a primal heat rippling through me.
“You’re dripping down your thighs, you filthy girl. You read about a girl getting fucked in all holes, and you can’t wait to be fucked yourself, can you?”
My eyes found Caden’s; his were blazing. “Read on,” he barked.
The second guy moves to make sure all the chains hold me exactly how they want. I can’t move an inch. As he steps toward my head, one hand snakes around my throat while the other is already fisting his cock. He presses the tip against my lips.
“Lick the head, then swallow my dick whole. If you’re not gagging, I will choke you until you do. Got it?”
He’s terrifying, but I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I open my mouth quickly and do as he commands.
“Oh, that’s it, you little whore. Take me all the way and keep your fucking eyes on me while you do.”
Caden clamped down his teeth on my clit, and I screamed in relief. “You stop reading out loud,” he grumbled, “and I stop eating you out. Now fucking read, Emma.”
The third vampire moves to the other side of the table and slaps my clit hard.
I jerk against the chains, but they hold me fast, pinning me down with no room to resist. The sting sparks a fresh wave of heat through my body, and before I can catch my breath, he shoves two fingers deep inside my cunt.
A loud moan rips from my throat, raw and unfiltered.
“This slut is already dripping, so fucking wet, more than ready for the taking,” he growls, fingers curling and probing mercilessly.
“What about her ass?” the fourth one snarls, stepping closer. Without hesitation, he slides a finger to my tight little hole, pressing and exploring. “Is she an ass-virgin?”
“For now,” someone answers, their reply low and dangerous.
Before Caden shoved two fingers inside of me at once, his tongue swirled around my clit. The moan ripping from my throat was almost otherworldly.
“I said, read, Emma.”
Jesus fuck. The letters swam on the page. I could barely breathe, let alone string a sentence together.
I had no idea where I’d left off. The words blurred, scattered. I must’ve skipped ahead without meaning to—my mind too wrecked to care—as heat surged through every inch of me.
“Oh, you’re such a little whore for our cum,” he growls. “Do you like being fucked in the ass by my brother?”
He doesn’t even wait for my reply. Instead, he barks an order to one of his brothers. “Stuff three fingers in her cunt and fuck her with them while you fuck her ass. Hard.”
Caden pushed a third finger in my pussy, deep and unrelenting. My body locked around him, hips jerking as the pressure mounted, unbearable and perfect.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, hard, and I swore the stars behind my eyes burst.
“She’s so tight, brother,” the vampire fucking me in my tight hole growls, voice thick with dark hunger. “She’s milking my dick with her ass, soaking my balls with all these juices dripping from her cunt.”
The other vampire tilts my chin up, still fucking deep into my mouth. “Are you soaking his balls, little whore?”
I nod, unable to speak with his cock filling my throat.
“Good,” he replies, all order and command. “Then you’re gonna soak mine too. Brother, look at this: she’s about to learn how to breathe with balls in her mouth.”
I came on Caden’s tongue and fingers with a cry so loud, it could’ve cracked the walls. Sharp, electric surge ripped through me until I was nothing but instinct, sound, and raw, desperate need.
The book hit the floor, forgotten, as I grabbed my man and dragged him up to me. Every inch of me burned, wild, shaking, caught between want and need so tangled I couldn’t tell one from the other.
“Caden,” I rasped, my voice splintering into a growl. “Fuck me.”
My hand slipped into his pants without hesitation, closing around the part of him I craved most, and then I pulled his hard cock free without resistance. “Please.”
His grip caught my jaw, tilting my face until his mouth hovered a breath from mine. “Please who?”
“Please, Sir,” I whispered, too far gone to care.
Caden shoved himself upright, muscles flexing as he leaned back on his hands. His eyes locked onto mine: dark, commanding, daring me.
I didn’t hesitate.
Straddling his lap, I gripped his shoulders for balance and sank down onto his cock in one willful motion. His breath punched out of him in a growl, hands flying to my hips as I took him deep, inch by inch, until there was nothing left between us.
His grip tightened, fingers digging into my skin like he couldn’t decide whether to let me lead or flip us over and ruin me.
"Fuck, Emma," he gritted, head dropping forward to press his mouth to my collarbone. "You’re so fucking addictive. How the hell am I supposed to ever stop fucking you?"
I rolled my hips—hard—and his curse turned into a groan.
My breath was coming in ragged pants, my body quivering against his. His hand slipped between us, until his fingers found my clit with unerring precision. He pressed down, and I cried out, my hips jerking as he rubbed circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“That’s it, baby,” he grumbled, his voice thick with lust. “Don’t hold back for me.”
I rode him hard, each thrust pushing his huge cock so deep it bordered on too much, but gods, I needed it.
Needed him. The overwhelming stretch, the sting edged with pleasure, it grounded me in the now, in this fierce, consuming need.
And I took it all. Welcomed it like it was the only thing keeping me alive.
His lips closed over my nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. I arched into him, gasping, then whimpered, “Harder.”
He obeyed without hesitation, sinking his teeth in deeper, toeing that delicious line between pain and pleasure. The sharp sting sent lightning through my spine, and my body shattered around him, an orgasm so violent, so consuming, it stole the edges of my vision.
He lifted me off him with a growl, only to drag me down the length of the couch, his grip hard, his intent clear.
One rough hand steadied my hip as the other guided him to my soaked center.
And then he thrust—deep and brutal—stealing the breath from my lungs and replacing it with a cry that tore straight from my soul.
We tumbled off the couch mid-thrust, limbs tangled, breath ragged, but neither of us cared. The crash only fueled the frenzy, our bodies colliding with the floor in a mess of heat and hunger, too far gone to stop.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he snarled against my ear, wrecked and trembling with restraint. “And you’re going to take every last drop—greedy and perfect—just the way you need it.”
And gods, I did.
Because he was everything—brutal and unrelenting and mine—and I never wanted him to stop.