Chapter 35 #3
Malrik lets out a dark, amused hum behind me, fingers splaying low on my hips.
“You see that?” He whispers against my neck, fangs grazing skin. “He looks at you like you’re holy. Like you could save him.”
He bites down—not hard, just enough to make me gasp, to feel the sting.
“But we both know you were made to ruin men like us.”
I lick my lips. Ronan moves closer.
“There's a scene that I found in your secret stash of…dirty books, and I’m very eager to try it out with you.”
His fingers trail across my skin. When he brushes over my nipple, the contact is featherlight but devastating. Goosebumps rise instantly, and a soft sound slips from my throat before I can swallow it.
“Tell me,” He breathes, lips skimming against my ear. “Do you want us both?”
I do. I want them both—more than anything. To be worshipped, claimed, and used by the two men I love.
Ronan moves with an effortless and dangerous grace that he usually hides from me. He circles the rocks that cradle the water like a king surveying his domain. With each step, he comes closer until he is standing directly in front of me, his blue eyes dark and locked onto mine.
“I can smell your desire, little witch. Bet you’re soaking wet for both of us right now.”
Heat flared deep in my core—guilty as sin.
I parted my lips, tongue brushing over them, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Ronan.
Malriks' hand slid deliberately down between my thighs, his fingertips teasing the wetness of my slit. I bit back a moan, heat roaring through me like wildfire.
His voice dropped to a wicked rasp, dark and hungry. “What do you say, Roro? Ready to fuck our girl’s mouth while I wreck that perfect little pussy of hers?”
A whimper escapes before I can suppress it, my thighs instinctively pressing together and trapping his hand.
I was soaked.
Ronan's low chuckle rolled over my skin like thunder, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. “She is dripping, huh?”
He steps impossibly closer, fingers tracing down my chest, slowly circling my nipple before tugging lightly.
“Tell me, baby, do you want my cock filling that pretty mouth while he eats you from behind? Is that what you're aching for?”
My breath caught, legs threatening to give out. There was no hiding it.
I nodded, lips parting on a whimper. “Yes… please.”
Then he kisses me, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that leaves no room for air. At the same time, Malriks’ finger slides inside me, aiming for that spot that undoes me. I moan into Ronan’s mouth as Malrik growls behind me, “So fucking tight for me.”
Their hands, their mouths, their voices—everything surrounded me, claimed me, made it impossible to concentrate on anything else but them.
I was completely and utterly theirs.
“Let’s give our woman what she wants,” Malrik growls out.
His fingers glide away from my thighs, leaving me aching, empty, and desperate.
Then his hands are on my shoulders, guiding me down.
My knees hit the cold stone, and my breath catches sharply in my chest as Ronan’s mouth leaves mine—only for Malrik to push me forward, bending me until my palms are flat against the edge of the rock, my back arched just the way he wants.
“Perfect,” his hand lands flat between my shoulder blades, holding me in place. “Now, Roro, do you only take orders from our little witch… or will you obey me too?”
Ronan's blue eyes darken, his arousal rolling off him in waves. His voice drops, rough and defiant. “I don't take orders from anyone.”
Malriks' low chuckle vibrates through the air behind me, dark and taunting.
“That's a lie, and we both know it,” he purrs, his finger gliding down to stroke my slit, circling my clit in slow, torturous patterns that make my body twitch.
“I heard you begging from the other room… obeying every filthy order you were given.”
“You were listening?”
“Obviously. I would never miss out on listening to her moan as she comes.”
Not surprising at all.
I licked my lips, watching the fire ignite in Ronan's eyes, his body tense with resistance.
“Take your cock out,” Malrik ordered. “Show her how fucking hard you are.”
He goes still at first, annoyance simmering just beneath the surface.
I can see it in the set of his jaw, in the way his shoulders lock like he's a breath away from telling Malrik to fuck off.
But then, with a slow, ragged curse, his hand shoves past the waistband of his joggers.
He drags them down, until his cock springs free—thick, flushed, glistening at the tip, proof of just how badly he wants this, no matter how much he hates giving in to Malrik.
“Impressive,” Malrik drawls, commenting on Ronan's exposed length. He presses closer behind me, lips grazing my ear, warm breath teasing, while two fingers sink deep inside me, curling perfectly. “Now, love, use that gorgeous mouth of yours on your good boy and make him come for you.”
My pussy clenches around his fingers at the sound of that possessive growl, the way he claims both of us. His wicked laugh vibrates in my ear, and I shiver, hips jerking against him, powerless to stop the heat spiralling through me.
“Oh, she liked that.”
“Open your mouth for him,” Malrik commands. I obeyed without hesitation, lips parting as my eyes dragged over every inch of his cock. I want to taste him, memorise the way every vein pulses under my tongue until he shatters for me.
Ronan stayed still, and I could see the fight in his eyes.
So, Malrik reaches over me, hand wrapping around Ronan’s cock, and hisses through his teeth in warning—his gaze snapping to my blood mage.
“I need you to gag her,” Malrik tells him, unbothered by the tension. “Don’t want the whole fucking forest hearing how loud our girl screams.”
He nudges Ronan's cock to my lips, and I take him in deep, moaning around him as the taste hits me—thick, hot, and addictive. His hand tangles in my hair, tugging me closer, while Malrik's fingers curl deep inside me, flexing and dragging me apart.
“Good fucking boy,” Malrik tells him as he presses a kiss between my shoulder blades, trailing lower, across the curve of my arse. His fingers don't slow, plunging in and out of me with ruthless precision. “Now hold onto something, love.”
I hardly had time to brace—gripping the edge of the rock harder—before his tongue replaced his fingers, spearing into me without mercy. I moaned around Ronan’s cock, the sound wet and desperate, and it only seemed to spur them both on.
Malrik groaned like a man starved, devouring me like his last salvation. His fangs sink into the hollow of my thigh, and I shatter around him, a strangled cry spilling over Ronan's length. Pleasure and pain crash together, and he drinks it in, claiming me completely.
The obscene sounds Malrik made as he fed and fucked me with his tongue were feral. Ronan's hands were fists in my hair, trying to keep control while watching me fall apart.
I twirled my tongue around him, drinking in every low groan that rumbled from his chest. Then Malrik sucked my clit into his mouth—hard.
My vision shattered. The orgasm ripped through me without warning, my legs trembling beneath the weight of it.
I barely had time to breathe before I realised his mouth was gone…
and in the next heartbeat, he was inside me.
His cock was brutal, thick and pierced and relentless as he slammed into me from behind. His chest pressed against my back, the heat of him searing, breath hot at my ear.
“Look at you, drooling all over his cock and your chin like it’s your favourite thing in the world. Does he taste good, little witch?”
His hips snapped forward again, and again, hammering into me without pause, dragging the edges of my orgasm out until I was raw and shaking.
“We have an audience.”
Malriks' voice was a low purr against my skin. But it wasn’t until Ronan shifted—just slightly—that I caught it.
Kieran was standing between the trees. His stormy grey eyes locked onto me, unreadable and cold, his fists clenched at his sides, as though holding himself back from stepping in was tearing him apart.
“Shit, baby—I’m gonna cum,” Ronan rasped, voice wrecked and raw as he used my mouth, thrusts becoming erratic, desperate.
Behind me, Malrik let out a dark, amused chuckle. His hands gripped my waist like a vice, possessive and punishing as he drove into me with a bruising force. “Let him watch. Let him see how fucking ruined you look between us both, taking our cocks like the fucking goddess you are.”
One hand slid between my legs, and with a single, wicked stroke over my clit, I shattered—a scream muffled around Ronan’s cock as my body convulsed around Malrik, but my eyes stayed on Kierans for a few seconds longer.
“Come down her throat, make her gag on you. She loves being used like this. Take it all, little witch.” He slaps my arse, hard.
“Fuck,” Ronan hips snap forward one last time as he spills deep in my throat, and I swallow every last drop eagerly.
Malrik followed with a feral roar, slamming into me so hard it knocked the breath from my lungs, his fangs grazing my shoulder as he came deep inside me.
Oh god, that was everything.
Ronan pulled free with a shuddering breath, chest heaving, lips parted. I didn't have a moment to enjoy the sight before Malriks' hand caught my chin roughly, forcing my head toward him. His mouth crushed against mine, tongue forcing its way past my lips. The sound that left it was possessive.
When he pulled back, his grin was feral. “Fucking delicious.”
I blinked at him, breath still coming in short, ragged pulls, and let out a weak, stunned laugh. He enjoyed tasting me after having another man come in my mouth, but I really shouldn't be surprised with him.
Ronan, still shaking from the intensity, flipped him off without looking. “You’re deranged,” he muttered, tucking himself away.
Malrik just winked at him and pulled out of me with a hiss.
But even in the heat of it, my thoughts pulled elsewhere.
Kieran.
He saw. Saw everything—me on my knees, used, worshipped. I didn’t know what that would mean… for him, for us. But the clarity that followed release made the weight of his presence settle heavier on my skin.
I looked up, but the spot between the trees was empty.
He was gone.
And the echo of his gaze still lingered on my bare skin.