Chapter 14
Pour all over me
Amo
My gulp is audible as Moros’s eyes flare, his irises disappearing behind the black center before his smile curves into something sinister.
What the fuck is happening?
He lunges over the body between us, rumbles of a frenzy off his lips and my first instinct is to smash him over the head with the jar that’s filled with something potent enough to clean Wilson’s wounds.
Is this … oh, fuck, it’s gotta be...
The rain outside falls harder, its scent heady and thick enough to call to those that have been bitten. I’ve seen this a few times back home, someone losing their minds when the red precipitation touches their skin, but I’ve never been this close to it happening.
“I don’t wanna hurt you!” I yell as I barrel roll away instead of wielding the heavy glass, Moros landing with a thud beside me.
The floor shakes from the impact.
“Cmon, kitten. It’ll be fun.”
Oh fuck, oh fuck.
Scrambling to my feet, I dart around the room in search of something to restrain him. Something to keep him from coming after me so I can tend to Wilson’s cuts. He’s groaning from the floor, as he rolls over, his skin too pale against the streaks of dark.
They both look too pale.
The thud of Moros’s boots are too close on my heels as I scurry around, flinging shit about.
If only I had something to tether him down …
“Rope! I need rope!”
“Kinky lil kitten,” Moros growls right in my ear, and I yelp in surprise at the feel of his words skating over my skin. His hands are next, warm and clammy as they slide beneath my shirt and grab at my waist. His fingers dig into my hips, yanking me back into his hard cock.
My pulse skitters beneath my skin, and my mouth waters.
“Moros! Moros, please. Lemme get to Wilson.”
Why am I breathy and shit?
This is absolutely the opposite of what needs to happen, but as he grinds against my ass, his cock somehow finding and slotting between my covered cheeks, I’m slowly losing my willpower to stop him.
I swear I don’t want him to rip me in half.
Mostly.
“He’s fine. We can fuck on top of him.”
Yeah, that’s not helping the tightening of my lower stomach or how I refuse to acknowledge my plumping cock as I swing my gaze around and find Wilson’s pumping chest. “Noooope. Nope.”
Moros’s lips tease my neck, his teeth dangerously close to scraping over my skin where there’s the shadow of a healing bruise of his bite from last time.
Bruised skin … no broken skin.
Shit, this isn’t good.
I had no idea.
Fingers circling my wrist, he pulls my arm behind my back.
I should be fighting him more, pulling against the way he pins me to the wall, wielding that glass jar instead of dropping it. But I can’t get my brain to fucking work with his fingers dipping into the back of my pants and teasing my waistline, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe down my neck.
His cock rubbing between my cheeks.
Maybe … and I know this is a terrible idea … just one. It might calm him down enough for me to tie him up.
“M-Moros,” I murmur, my mind made up, and push back into him, making him grunt.
“Kitten,” he hisses, yanking my pants down to expose my cheeks, and shoves his fingers right in between. “Slutty fucking kitten.”
I feel the heat of my face and the throbbing of my cock like it’s my lifeline and arch my hips.
He finds my hole and penetrates it with a thick finger, stealing my breath, and making my heart pound in the process.
His other hand reaches around me to cup my cock, both working me over in tandem.
It’s enough to have my eyes rolling back, and my balls drawing up close to my body.
I can’t come this soon, dammit.
The air around us shifts, taking on more of that metallic scent, and I gasp when Wilson steps into my line of sight with a hard cock pointing straight at me. His hairy chest is heaving, and his lips are curved up behind his beard.
Moros tags that magic spot in me at the same time Wilson’s wild eyes meet mine. “Fffffuck.”
There’s trails of dark blood running down Wilson’s bare chest, his hair caked and bunched in spots. Dirt smudges. Highlights of sweat drops glistening on his skin. His clothes are tattered and dirty, barely covering the raging length hanging between his legs.
It just makes him even hotter.
My stomach clenches when his massive hand dips beneath his waistband, wraps around his cock to expose himself, pulling back the skin with a loud groan, and a bead of precum leaks from his tip.
I can feel his eyes on me, on where Moros is working something slick into my hole, and it makes me so hot that I have to look away or I’ll paint the wall sooner than I’m ready for.
“My turn.”
A chill slices up my spine and my side heats as Wilson steps closer.
He shouldn’t be walking unless he’s …
Fuck, I can’t focus.
“You’ll wait,” Moros mutters and withdraws from me, only to nudge my hole once again when I whine at the loss.
One hand in my hair, the other bracing on the wall next to my face, Moros stretches my rim wide.
“Ugh, such a fat cock,” I mumble into the wood smooshing my cheek, my gaze locked on Wilson’s.
Keeping connected to him helps me ignore the burn, feel past the too-tight pressure of Moros splitting me open, and dive right into the pleasure of him watching us.
Of him seeing Moros’s head finally breach me, making all three of us groan.
He watches still as Moros slips deeper inside me, his length hitting all the right spots at just the right times to leave me panting for my next breath.
I’m getting fucked, again.
“Fuuuuck,” I sigh out when I’m filled to the max, the feeling of hips meeting my cheeks driving me wild. “More.”
I shouldn’t be asking for that, and yet here I am. Practically begging for him to rip me in half.
I’d die a happy man, though.
He makes me moan and withdraws, the fist in my hair tightening to the point of pain.
But then he slams forward, pinning me to the wall with his body, and I scream.
It hurts all over again and this time, he’s giving me no reprieve before thrusting again.
And again.
Over and over until there’s tears streaming down my face.
“Moros,” I cry out with fingers biting into the wall, splinters digging beneath my nails.
He pins me harder. Thrusts faster. Groans louder.
“Cry for me, kitten,” he snarls out.
“It … I …”
One hand has a bruising grip on my hip, and the other is tight in my hair— Moros maneuvers me until I’m nearly bent over, Wilson’s length right in my face. His tip nudges my damp lips, smearing precum across them.
“Suck,” Moros demands, and I do.
I drop my lips open wide and take Wilson’s exposed head with an eager tongue.
The distraction is enough for my lower half to go boneless in Moros’s grip, his length sliding easily inside me, pulling the pain out with each thrust. The quiver of my stomach amplifies as he bottoms out, his groan echoed by Wilson’s.
“That’s right, whore,” Moros snarls. “Take us both like the little cockslut you are.”
My stomach clenches, my length throbbing between my legs, abandoned and aching.
I reach for it as I suckle on Wilson, twirling my tongue around his head and beneath the bunched skin.
It pulls a low groan from him that vibrates through his length, and he thrusts deeper, making me gag.
“Oh, yeah, Amo. Choke on me, baby.”
The warm tone is such a contrast to the cold filth coming out of Moros that it makes my stomach flip.
And my heart flutter.
“You’re taking us so well.”
“Don’t talk to him like that. He’s a slut,” Moros pants out, his fingers digging harder into my hips that slap against the assault of my hole. “A dirty fuckhole.”
Wilson’s glide along my tongue softens. “He’s a good fuckhole, Moros. A warm one.”
“Just a hole. Like you.”
His thighs tremble and his length thickens. “Then switch with me, boss. Fuck my hole til I’m gaping from you.”
Moros groans loudly and yanks himself free, making my knees buckle. My teeth scrape over Wilson as I scramble to keep upright and he hisses, catching my shoulders.
“So good, Amo,” he soothes, and pets my head.
I shouldn’t preen at the touch, but I fucking do.
“Bend over, hole.”
From my knees, I watch as Wilson shivers, his nape trapped in a tight grip, and his eyes flutter.
Whoa fuck.
I should be … jealous, right? Possessive? Concerned by the fact that Moros was just inside me, yet judging by the pinched expression on Wilson’s face, he’s now slipping inside him?
But I’m not.
And when they groan in unison, I get harder.
“Get up here, baby,” Wilson breathes out, his body jerking from the slap of Moros’s hips behind him. “Let me fill your hole.”
And just like that, I’m on my feet and bending over, backing up until I feel Wilson’s length touch my most intimate area. The one that’s only been breached by one other. The place I’m desperate to feel him.
He sinks to the hilt with one thrust and a wave of euphoria washes over me.
“Fuck, I love cock,” I murmur and brace myself against the wall.
The sting of a fist in my hair is so sharp, I know it belongs to Moros before he even speaks, his thrusts punishingly echoed through the way Wilson sits idle inside me.
“Not just any cock makes you feels like this, slut. Just ours.”
My eyes roll back as Wilson reaches for my dripping length.
“Just ours,” he whispers hotly as he strokes me.
Just. Ours.
I don’t know if this means anything to them, or what they’ll remember come morning when the rain stops, but for me … it’s everything.
With Wilson’s soft coos and warmed cock, and Moros’s harsh yet filthy and sexy words, they pound not just my release out of me but my resolve, too.
Becoming a Guard was no accident and netting them … it feels like fate.