Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
My breath lodges in my throat at his cockiness and the devilish look on his face, but I am not given much time to think of what Latham’s asked when Blaine suddenly sits up and reaches for me.
He grips my arms, and Xavier moves, sitting back as Blaine slides me up his body, making a startled squeak leave me.
My face heats when he grabs me and brings me to hover over his face.
"Shh," he growls before his hot mouth suddenly covers my pussy, and I grip the headboard.
My thighs are on either side of his face as he grabs my ass, squeezing it in his warm grip and rocking me against his mouth.
Xavier's hand moves into my hair before gripping it and jerking my head back before his mouth is over my mine, swallowing any noises I make.
His tongue dominates my mouth when Blaine sucks my clit, making me moan louder.
I am in sensory overload when I feel the first twinge or jolt as Xavier's hand sears into my thigh, making me gasp.
It isn't painful but also not pleasant either, as I feel my nerves twitch and spasm in my leg before the heat slivers up my thigh.
It moves into my stomach and chest, stealing the breath out of me and making me pull away from him.
Feeling the bed dip behind me, I glance over my shoulder when Latham's hand is suddenly around my throat. Fear springs out on a deeper, more primal level. My body's own mechanism is telling me something is off when his voice below my ear comes out more of a growl, sending dread through me.
"I don't want to hurt you, but it will hurt," Latham grunts between his teeth before they are suddenly on my neck.
My lungs are restricted, like I can't suck in air before I feel the tug; it feels odd, like something tugging in my stomach, something wrong, when his hand grips my left breast. Pain shoots through my ribcage and down my side, the same searing heated pain that Xavier causes when his hand touches my thigh.
Blaine bites the inside of my thigh, pulling my attention away from Latham, as I hiss at his bite mark before he squeezes my ass harder, making me whimper.
Xavier's hand burns into my flesh when Blaine rocks me against his mouth, and I fight to remain conscious as the pain threatens to knock me out when pleasure washes over from the flicking of his tongue as it slides inside me.
"Focus on Blaine," Xavier growls when Latham grips my wrists, placing them back on the headboard.
I haven't even realized I had pulled them away.
My nails dig into the softwood as jolting pain sears my leg again, making my heartbeat quicken in my chest as I struggle to breathe.
I rock my hips against Blaine's mouth before I feel his tongue slide inside me, doing what Xavier said to distract myself from whatever they are doing.
"That's it, baby, ride his tongue," Xavier purrs when another jolt slides up the inside of my thigh, where his hand refuses to leave.
I want to push it away and drop my hand on his, only for Latham to grab it and place it back.
"Don't. Let him. He is tainting you. It only hurts because it removes the one already on you," Latham whispers, and I moan loudly when Blaine sucks my lips into his hot cavernous mouth before his tongue moves between my folds and swirls around my clit.
My moan is cut off by Xavier's mouth as his lips cover mine; I feel the hot touch of Latham's thumb.
He uses it to pry my mouth open for Xavier before I feel burning pain sear up my throat like he is sucking the life out of me, and I scream.
My voice is hoarse when. The pain moves to pleasure when I feel something cold soothe the burn he has just caused, making me suck in a breath when he pulls away.
I can feel whatever he’s done writhe through my chest, soothing the painful burn, and I shudder when his hand moves off my thigh.
Looking down, Xavier's hand has marred my flesh; the ghostly gray handprint lingers, staining my flesh, and what I used to believe was a birthmark is now gone.
I feel myself become dizzy for a split second as the room warps and sweat beads on my skin.
"One down, two more to go," Latham whispers.
"No, no more. It hurts."
"I'm sorry, but we can't stop now, Arabella," Latham whispers.
I can hear the restraint in his voice, like he is struggling with what he’s just said.
I wonder what he means when I am moved quickly.
My position never changes, but Blaine is suddenly gone from beneath me when I feel his lips brush my shoulder briefly.
I feel the head of his cock press to my entrance before he drives himself into me.
My hands clench the headboard, my nails aching from my firm grip as he pounds his cock into me. His hand moves flat against my stomach when I feel the burning pain flit through me again. Blaine moves quicker. The friction of his cock being driven into me so deeply distracts me, if only fleetingly.
"I'm sorry, this will hurt," Blaine whispers when his other hand grips my breast.
Pain radiates through my chest as he pounds into me harder, making me collapse forward only to be hauled back against him as he drives his cock deeper with one hand on my stomach, the other squeezing my breast when Latham swallows my moans.
"Breathe," he mumbles against my lips, but I can't.
It is like the pain’s made me forget how to. Blaine rams in harder, and I feel my pussy quiver before it pulsates as my orgasm washes over me in waves, and Latham turns my face to Blaine's.
His lips cover mine before I feel the same vacuum suction as heat flares up my throat, followed by the cooling sensation.
Coldness fills my chest as my orgasm ripples through me when he stills.
My pussy grips him hard, and I feel the hot jets of his semen coat my insides.
He pulls away, letting me suck in much-needed air, and I lean heavily against him, trying to catch my breath.