Chapter 40
Torment
Iwould never take it for granted. The breath that caught in my wife’s throat. The heat that spread down her body as I ate her pussy with a desperate intensity that only a man who’d almost lost the woman he loved could. She was here, fierce with life, and she remembered me, remembered all of us.
“Tor,” she pleaded as I brought her right to the edge before pulling away, scattering kisses up and down her inner thighs, letting her writhe under me, hips stuttering.
“You’re being mean,” Madde told me, laying across the step above Cat so he could lean down and kiss her neck, as if that didn’t drive her to a fever point. As if her whines didn’t become more pleading. “Tor, make her cum. I want to watch her eyes roll back.”
“You really are a brat,” I muttered, glaring up at him. “You think you can always get what you want?”
“Duh. ‘Cause I’m cute.”
I brushed a kiss to Cat’s swollen clit and drew back to reply. Her hands shot down, fingers meaning to soothe her frustration. “Miz, pin her hands.”
“With pleasure.” He knelt behind Cat’s head and caught her hands in a tight grip, and our needy girl growled, squirming under me. Just to hear her growl again, I kissed a slow path from her knee to the seam of her thigh, and my eyes widened when magic burst from her.
It didn’t hurt any of us, but the intent to cause harm was there. I laughed. “You gonna kill me if I don’t make you come, beautiful?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“I’d like to see you try, baby god,” I taunted, scraping my teeth over her skin, nowhere near where she needed me.
A ragged, broken breath left her. Her hips shuddered, hands straining to pull from Miz’s grip. “Don’t test me, Tor. Please.”
“Hm.” I teased my sharp canines over her mound, dragging it closer to her clit and delighted by the ruined sound she made. “Don’t just ask me, Cat. Ask all your husbands. Beg.”
Her hips rolled with a mindless need, her breaths panting and quick. “Please. Death, please, daddy, please.”
“You can take more for us, can’t you, little one?”
She shook her head fast. “I can’t.”
A dark sliver of magic caressed her cheek, gliding down her throat; she arched into the touch. “Then you can come.”
Frantic eyes shot to Pain next, her hands curling into fists when I let my breath graze her swollen clit. “Pain, I need to come, please please let me.”
“You can come,” he allowed, “but I want a kiss in exchange for my permission.”
The little whine that escaped as she nodded was equal parts so fucking cute and so goddamn hot.
I was losing my own composure; I wanted to bury my face back between her legs and lick, suck, and bite until she drowned me in her pleasure.
Her desperate noises grew louder as Pain kissed her, utterly filthy, the wet sounds driving me to fucking ruin.
If I came in my pants, I would never forgive my dick.
“Miz,” she begged when Pain drew back.
Misery sighed, looking down on her, the sympathetic set of his features an omen. “Oh, darling,” he murmured, thumbs stroking her trapped hands. “You need to come so badly?”
“Please.” Her throat bobbed, eyes fixed on Miz as he leaned over her.
“It must hurt,” he mused, all softness and silk.
“So badly,” she confirmed, the hitch in her breath a sure sign she knew Miz’s softness was a thin veil over a core of ice.
“But you’re so good at taking edges for us, aren’t you, my universe?”
She bucked when I ran a light touch up and down the outer edge of her pussy, working her higher. “No. No, I’m really bad at it, please let me come.”
He brought her hands to his lips, kissed her knuckles. “No.”
Cat’s scream was muffled, and then loud, filling the entire courtyard. Dark coils of shadow erupted into the sky, others filling the voids in our ruined home. “But I—But I need—”
“You need to obey your husbands?” Miz finished. “I agree.”
“I hate you,” she whined.
“I know.” Miz’s grin was sharp, so fucking beautiful. “I love it.”
“Madde,” Cat sobbed. “Please tell him I can come.”
“If it was up to me, you’d come over and over until you passed out,” he said with tender gentleness, kissing down her throat to her chest. “I’d let you have so many orgasms your body would give out, and then I’d wake you up with some more.”
Cat had gone pale, her eyes wide. I snorted and licked a broad stroke through her pussy, dragging my tongue over her clit. She reacted like she’d been shocked, her hips shooting off the step, her upper body twisting, trying to free herself to pursue relief.
“I’m going to die,” she moaned.
“You’re already dead, lioness,” Madde said with so much cheer I wanted to punch him. I could have done without the reminder of losing her. “Which means we can fuck you until your heart stops and just keep going.”
“Oh god,” Cat groaned. “I can’t take it anymore. Please.”
I glanced up when darkness trickled over the step, older and less destructive than Cat’s. When my eyes met Death’s, I grinned, and adjusted where I leaned over Cat to allow him access.
Her body locked, toes curled, when he slid a thin tendril of darkness inside her dripping pussy. The sound of it was fucking obscene. A low laugh shook my chest when I watched that thin finger of shadow swell inside her, and Cat’s legs began to shake, her breathing scattered, eyes squeezed tight.
“You better be fighting that climax for me,” Miz said in a voice so commanding it made my balls ache.
“I can’t.” Cat’s voice was a breathless inhale.
“You don’t have permission to come, darling woe,” Pain chided, and shocked me by grabbing her throat in a firm grip, fingers dimpling her skin.
“But I need to.”
“Do you?” His thumb stroked her pulse, the expression on his face adoring, a total contrast to his voice. “Or do you just want to?”
More magic bled from our wife, dense and foreboding, swirling like a tornado in places.
I kissed her clit just to see what would happen, and the courtyard erupted into a thrashing ocean of black power.
Cat’s breath caught, her body bowed. She hung on the edge, so close I could see her pussy bearing down on Death’s power as he filled her.
“That pretty ass just clenched for us,” I noted, kissing my way down her inner thigh, dipping closer for a taste, desperate for the sweet, addictive flavour on my tongue. “Does it want to be filled?”
“Everything wants to be filled,” she whined, hips stuttering as her orgasm drifted further out of reach. “Stop being cruel. Please.”
I motioned for Miz to release her hands and caught her pliant body against mine, the shudder that moved through her sending a dark thrill through my gut.
Magic whisked away her clothes—Pain’s magic, I thought—and there was no containing my deep groan at the sight of my wife and her divine body.
Curves fucking everywhere, the shape of her so perfect it was unreal, scars and marks and cellulite a siren song my tongue wanted to follow.
“God fucking damn, Cat,” I breathed, filling my hands with her ass and pulling her thick body against all of mine for a moment, indulging my own selfish desire.
The feeling of her scorching skin burned through my shirt, her tits a mesmerising sight as her ragged breathing made them move, areolas making my mouth water.
I didn’t mean to suck her nipple, but I blinked and it was in my mouth, my tongue swirling to trace every contour.
The husky moan it coaxed from my girl made me suck harder, and delight crackled alongside my need when she shuddered hard and clutched my shoulders.
Her loud cry echoed around my head, but it was the quiet, muffled whimpers which followed that made my hips buck.
Her heat burned through my pants, and that was all it fucking took; I followed her over the edge, coming so hard I saw stars. Miz’s low laugh shot me higher, the next wave of pleasure wringing me out so viciously I grunted, clutching Cat close.
Jesus. I couldn’t fucking breathe.
“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, holding me tighter.
“I know, beautiful,” I groaned, kissing her chest, her neck, her lips.
“You fought it so perfectly for us. That was all me; I couldn’t help myself.
Your tits are just too damn tempting.” I glanced down at them and my cock jumped again, fucking insatiable.
“You gonna come for me again if I suck the other one?”
“No,” she answered in a small whine.
But I looked at where she straddled me, at the wet spot she’d made, right above where my own damn cum soaked the fabric.
“I don’t think I believe you, beautiful,” I murmured, and indulged my desire, sucking her other tit into my mouth, obsessed with her taste, the softness of her skin, the demanding press of her nipple against my tongue, and especially with the moan she tried to muffle.
Not letting go of her, I moved across the broad step, following through with my initial plan to set her in Death’s lap.
Delight lit up storm-grey eyes when he realised my intent, and Cat’s cry was loud enough to wake the dead when his thick tentacle of magic withdrew from her pussy—making sure to find all her weak spots judging by the way her body went liquid between us—and slid slowly, coated in her arousal, into her ass.