29. Nicholas
Nicholas
Helene pulled us all into the memory, reacting so strongly to it that it bled from her, dragging the rest of us with her. Helpless.
Horny.
A rumbling laugh spreads across my chest. I stiffen at the sounds and my head snaps up as awareness returns, clawing its way along my spine.
Helene shifts beneath me, pinned between my palm on her ass and the other on her thigh, her plea a murmured prayer.
My lips push against her core, her desire slicked over my face.
Heat stalls in my ribs. Her scent draws me closer, and in one fluid motion, I return to her pussy, eating her out.
There's no better way to come to.
“Yes. Oh, god. Yes.”
Her pulse flutters through her muscles and into me. Desperation hardens my dick further. I pull my hand from her thigh to grip myself, spreading precum along the hard shaft and stroking my tongue through her lips.
With a deep breath I slide it inside of her, ignoring the harsh and oppressive urge to blow already. Fuck, she’s delectable. Lucious.
She’s everything.
Adrenaline spikes. A bead of sweat drips along my temple and the orgasm coils at the base of my cock.
“Nicholas!” Another keening wail. “Please.”
I grip myself, striving for enough friction to stay sane. Especially when she wraps her legs around my head and pulls me closer to her, the constraint threatening to suffocate.
Lust crashes through me.
She’s delicious, and I’m so fucking hard it hurts. My breath sweeps across her cunt and on a rough groan I keep eating, rocking my hips forward.
I already know what it’s like to fuck her, to slide into her, but not in this life.
Tension builds with every stroke of my tongue against her burning hot core. Her spine flexes as she pushes into me.
More.
Wren’s shadows move where my hand had been, pushing her stomach, holding her in place.
Then I press my mouth to her clit, her pulse surging. My breath catches, and I latch my teeth around the swollen nub, clamping down slightly until she loses control.
I draw in another deep inhale of her scent.
She’s ravenous and wild, tasting like the Nordic sea and wind coming from the fjords.
My own moan crashes into me, and I lose myself to the desire. To her taste and the sensation of her on my tongue, the threads of the universe and fate unraveling around us and solidifying into something new.
Her core pulses.
Helene reaches for me and draws her nails over my shoulders, digging grooves into my skin until I growl.
“Naughty girl.”
I break only long enough to speak before driving deeper into her pussy. Her taste sparks a reaction inside of me, sending another wave of longing down to my cock.
Don’t lose it now.
Through the pain and the friction, the torment of this moment, I forget who we are or why we’re here. I forget we’re not alone.
My strokes are furious.
Her pussy isn’t enough. I lash my tongue through her slit and nibble her folds, lashing at her clit until she forgets how to be human.
Or until I remember.
Darkness surges under the surface, the intoxication of her blood.
I pull on my cock and grip the tip, squeezing. The bloodlust is strong but I’m stronger.
“We know what you like.” I blow warm air across her.
She’s swollen and glistening, panting, begging without words for the orgasm when she’s perilously close to the edge. And I’ve kept her there.
My heart stops beating under the force of the tide of her pulse, her blood, each individual vein standing to attention. The one on her thigh throbs against my skin.
I shake my head.
Block it out.
“Nicholas? What are you doing?” Helene releases her hold on my shoulders and brushes her nails through my hair instead.
“Only giving you time to drive yourself wild.”
My voice grates against my throat as I dive again, sucking at her clit. Helene howls and pulls my hair. She locks her ankles behind my head to anchor me where she needs me, riding my face, arching her hips to bring her cunt closer to my devouring mouth.
I lengthen my nails and scrape them into the underside of my cock right beneath the head. The agony is enough to keep my fangs from lengthening, no matter how badly I want to drive them inside of her.
I’ll take only what she gives me. Only her pleasure.
I’ll take only—
A haze swallows my vision. Another suckle on her clit sends Helene spiraling off the edge into satisfaction. Her orgasm racks through her and steals her heartbeat. She arches off the mattress with her eyes squeezed shut and my fangs lengthen on their own.
My mouth fills with saliva at the idea of all that hot, coppery blood flooding my system. I’ll drain her dry, and only then will I be filled the way I need to be filled. I’ll swallow her down.
I lap at her, incisors grazing the sensitive crease of her thigh. To bite, to feed—
“Enough.”
Wren grabs Helene by the arms and pulls her up the bed, away from my fangs and the hunger turning my vision to crimson. Away from the blood trailing in rivulets from the cut marks on my cock.
A sting of anger races through me.
He sees it. Doesn’t he?
How close am I to losing control? How my torso caves in on itself as I hunch forward, the beast Odin made me into overtaking my sanity.
Despite the flash of warning, Wren maneuvers Helene onto her hands and knees, splaying her legs apart and holding them there with his shadows. She shudders.
My heart aches and. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Open wide, monster.” Wren tips her chin to face him, and she lowers her jaw to immediately swallow. Not his cock, though. Mine.
Those shadows push and nudge until I move, situating myself before sliding through her lips, Forest at her hip, stroking himself as he watches.
Helene angles her head, and her tongue skims me, swallowing my blood and my dick until I hit the back of her throat.
Holy gods.
I swallow a gasp, the sound strangled. My Adam's apple bobs and works as the red slowly seeps to the edge of my vision and disappears. The orgasm I’d kept at bay with pain now spikes.
“Try to control yourself this time, Nicholas.”
Wren grabs Helene by the hips, his hands a paler, more violet-white than her own creamy skin tone. He notches at her pussy and slides home seamlessly, taking her with a single powerful stroke.
The motion surges her forward and she gags on me.
“Oh, fuck.”
Forest steals the words right out of my mouth. He stands at the periphery of my vision with his erection jutting out in front of him and wearing nothing but scars and the necklace of talons around his neck.
Helene twists her head to take him in. Pleasure fogs those pretty hazel eyes.
Wren chuckles, sliding out of her until only the head of his cock remains inside. Then he plunges into her again with even strokes designed to keep her on the edge when she wants it rough.
It’s always on his terms.
“Go ahead. Touch him. Feel how the three of us work you so well,” he urges. “How good we make you feel. How good you feel to us.”
I know the flutters of her cunt around his cock vibrate through her as she sucks me down and salivates along my length.
Forest steps up to the bed as Helene reaches out for him. His size dwarfs her hand.
And there, on the underside of her wrist. Three pale, solid lines.
Her scar.
The same scar…
She caresses her palm along the length of his hardness, working him from base to dripping tip. Fisting him. Drawing a moan that works his throat.
Forest throws his head back and arches his hips in time with her strokes.
I swallow my bloodlust down. Wedge it into a tiny gem and pretend it’s locked away in a vault where not even light reaches it.
If only the mental exercises were enough to rid the watering in my mouth.
I grind my teeth, the prick of my fangs piercing my lower lip.
Wren sinks deeper into her with both hands and his shadows steadying her, baring her wide open for us, wrapping around her neck.
Exhilaration gathers in the base of my spine and Helene glances my way, her eyes holding mine.
She’s the gravitational pull none of us can escape.
I swallow hard and arch closer, a guttural laugh clawing its way free. “It’s fitting for you to be on your knees for us. Ready to be ruined the same way you’ve ruined us. Now grab hold of something and be a good girl while we destroy you.”
She blushes, and the crimson creeps down from her cheeks and across her chest.
Wren’s eyes drift close as he finds heaven inside of her and another harsh, unsteady breath fills my lungs to capacity.
Another moment denied, another opportunity to savor the anticipation of this and to gather my control.
Helene rips Forest tightly, her nails digging into his skin although he hasn’t said a word to her. Hasn’t mentioned how he loves suffering with his satisfaction.
She wants this as badly as we do. Needs it.
“Please,” she grunts through thrusts, watching me, forming words around my girth. “Damn, please.”
Her whimper works free, and I snap, the restraint I’ve been struggling for now out of breach. My attention narrows on her mouth and the dart of her tongue. Wren sinks deeper and Forest’s long exhalation of pleasure raises goosebumps across his chest.
I grab her hair, threading the strands through my finger. I want her pussy grinding into my face again, but this is fantastic.
With my opposite hand, I tilt her face up, brushing my thumb across her lower lip. “Take it all, Ruin.”
She does as she’s told.
Her mouth is painful perfection. I tighten my fist, tugging her hair, working her head to slide deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She gags around my length, and I hold still, waiting for tears, waiting for a plea. She takes my cock like a champ, and when I tug free, she gasps for air.
I push into her again.
“I’ve missed this so fucking much.”
Does she know what hell it’s been for us? To exist without her?
Her hum vibrates through me, and I pull out. “I’m here, Nicholas.” Tears bead in her eyes.
Wren and I work her at the same time with her tits bouncing. One hand grips Forest and the other claws into the sheets to keep steady.
She arches her back to take both of us further into her, not breaking the connection between the four of us.