Chapter 18 Gracie #3
Vyslan turns his face to me, lips pulled back in a predatory grin. “Now then…”
My insides freeze, and I imagine myself becoming very small. There’s just something wired in the back of my brain that still sees him as a predator.
“What were you saying, sweet witch?” he asks.
Ezra eases out slowly then snaps his hips forward again.
I yelp and moan as he makes my insides ripple.
“Oh, yes,” I hiss.
Vyslan kisses across my shoulder to my neck. “You had a request earlier.”
I did?
Everything is so fuzzy I can’t fully recall.
And then I feel something. A firm something circling Ezra’s cock and teasing my sensitive flesh. I gasp and arch my back, but there’s no getting away from it.
Ezra groans. “How is this going to work?”
“Just leave it up to me,” Vyslan says with too much confidence. “Work her nice and slow, okay?”
“What are you doing?” My words slur together a bit. I’m so drunk on his lust magic that holding thoughts together is difficult.
This time when Ezra eases out and then back in there’s some added girth. A thickness that wasn’t there before.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans and palms my breasts. “Vys…”
“That’s it,” our demon purrs. “You can take some more, can’t you, sweet witch?”
I toss my head back onto his shoulder. Now I remember what I wanted. Demon cock. “Yes. Fuck me. More. I want more.”
“Shit,” Ezra hisses.
I’m full. Not uncomfortable or even stretching, but very full. “Goddess, are you getting bigger?”
Vyslan chuckles. “Something like that.”
“His tail is wrapped around my cock,” Ezra says in a strained voice.
“Look,” Vyslan orders.
My position between them is too precarious to do more than drop my head.
It’s Vyslan who eases away, allowing me to see his differently shaped tail wrapped around Ezra’s erection.
His tail is thinner than usual, a fact I would bet was on purpose.
As I watch, his tail coils around even more, adding girth to what was already an impressive cock.
He bites my earlobe and says, “Going to stretch you.” All the while his tongue flicks and caresses my earlobe.
“Fuck,” Ezra mutters, and his hands slide to my hips before he thrusts.
I stop thinking. It’s like the lights upstairs just switch off, and I am reduced to something primal. With each thrust, it feels as though Vyslan’s tail is getting thicker and thicker. I feel the stretch of my delicate flesh, and sometimes I forget to breathe.
“Bite me. Fuck me. Now,” I moan.
“Go on, you’re good,” Vyslan mutters. It’s another moment before Ezra strikes, and when he does, it’s like an eruption in each of my cells. “That’s it. Fuck her nice and deep, Ezra. Get her ready for my huge cock.”
My toes curl as the orgasm crashes over me. It’s never been like this before, and I think we can blame the bonding for that.
Ezra pops up, a bit of blood on his chin. He gasps for air while his hips move wildly, each thrust sending a new wave of explosions through me.
Vyslan kisses my cheek, and I turn my head, meeting his lips with my own.
“You’re a one in a million worlds, Gracie,” he says. “I’m not letting you go.”
I narrow my gaze at him. “Good. Now stop being a little bitch and fuck me.”
Ezra drapes over me, his head on my other shoulder. “How much did you give her?”
Vyslan laughs, his body rocking with the sound. “Not that much, mate. Our girl’s just horney for us.”
“Mm, yes. Very horney.” I shift my hips, grinding against Ezra.
He gasps and his eyes open wide.
Vyslan snickers and eases away from our vampire. “Give the boy a break, insatiable witch.”
“Yes.” I wiggle a bit as he eases my feet to the ground.
The blood rushes back into my toes, making my lower legs tingle. I clutched him for balance as the room spun a bit. That’s when we both glanced down at the very large, very red cock jutting toward me.
I’m not stupid. I doubt I’ve seen Vyslan’s real demon form. And I doubt I’d take whatever that natural cock is and live. But this? I think I can work with this. Grinning, I wrap both hands around him and stroke hand-over-hand.
Vyslan groans and rocks into my hold. “Such sweet torture.”
I lean forward and bite his nipple. It’s difficult to get anything except that small bead of flesh. He laughs and smacks my ass.
It’s taken me a while to pick up on when Vyslan is acting happy versus being happy.
He’s good at putting on a face fit for the moment.
It makes me sad that he spent all those years alone, because he couldn’t trust anyone.
So this? These moments of abandon, where we laugh and drop the pretense?
They’re precious. And it makes it easier for me to be a little more honest with myself and them.
I know I said I was falling in love with Vyslan, but I’m probably already there.
He grins that feral grin and turns me toward the glass. He isn’t gentle when he shoves me up against the glass.
I squeal as I’m plastered knee to shoulder to the icy pane. He keeps his hand between my shoulders, pressing me to the wall.
“I don’t think she can do it, mate,” Vyslan says to Ezra.
I push my hips back and press my cheek to the glass so I can glare at him with one eye. “Yes, I can!”
Ezra stands under the shower, hands in his hair, watching us with this goofy grin on his face that tells me he’s going to be okay.
“I don’t know,” Vyslan mutters.
Without warning, he shoves fingers inside me. I gasp and rock up onto the balls of my feet while he makes a humming noise. Though he doesn’t say anything, I feel another finger.
“Hm, maybe you can take just the tip,” he says.
“I’ll take it all.”
“That’s some big talk for a little girl.”
I can’t help but snort. “Only you would call me little.”
His fingers splay inside of me, wedging me open wider. I hold my breath as the first jingle of nerves shake my lust inspired confidence. How much more room does he think he need?
That’s when I feel him. His fingers slide away, replaced by his cock.
It’s the heat that gets to me first. He’s so warm it’s almost uncomfortable. But that heat makes my muscles softer, more pliable.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, drawing the words out.
“It’s okay if it’s too much for you,” Vyslan taunts.
“Shut up,” I snap.
He gathers my hair into his fist and leans into me, forcing his cock a little deeper. “Naughty girls get punished.”
“You’re all talk.”
“Oh, am I?” He tugs on my hair then thrusts.
My vision goes white and I stop breathing entirely.
Goddess, maybe I can’t. But I want to.
I push my hips back and groan. It feels like he’s splitting me in two. And I think I like it.
“More,” I moan.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls my hips back, leaving my face and shoulders plastered to the glass keeping me upright.
Vyslan eases out and back in, his cock feeling a little more like a battering ram. At least until the warmth of him suffuses my inner muscles making them more receptive.
“Fuck, yes,” I babble over and over again, just in case he gets it into his head I’m not enjoying this.
He’s touching me everywhere. All of my nerves are dancing and it feels so fucking good.
Vyslan says something that is decidedly not English or a language spoken by human mouths. “Babe, you’re doing so good.”
The bathroom door swings open, admitting a single figure, before closing. I can’t even care who it is, but they take another step and I can see them through the glass that’s been wiped clean by my cheek.
Darius stands frozen, blinking rapidly as I moan. There’s no Isa with him.
“Shit, sorry,” he blurts out and holds up his hand.
That’s when Vyslan grips my hips and thrusts even deeper. I moan and my knees go wobbly.
“I thought you were blind?” Vyslan says, body going still.
Darius takes a step in the wrong direction, hand waving behind him, looking for a door that is in the opposite direction. “Not quite. It’s mostly shapes. I wouldn’t need my eyes to figure out I’m not where I’m supposed to be.”
Fuck, he looks good all sleep rumpled and flustered. It helps cement this image of Darius as a separate person from his brother in my head. Puck would react completely different while the pale patches of Darius’ skin is flushed as red as Vyslan. And that just makes me want him for some reason.
“Darius, kiss me?” I say.
Vyslan chuckles and leans forward, nibbling at my shoulder while his hands snake around my front, teasing and twisting my nipples.
Ezra makes some amused sound in the back of his throat. “Are you going to make her beg, man? I didn’t think you were like that.”
“I—what?” Darius’ hand is still wildly waving behind him.
Ezra leans on the other side of the open shower door. “You going to join in or what?”
Darius stops moving then. “I…”
Vyslan rocks back then forward, and I moan for him.
When I open my eyes, Darius is right there.
He has this slack-jawed, dazed look on his face and his milky eyes are staring at me with what I can only call wonder.
I sling an arm around his neck because my hands aren’t working without a functioning brain and pull him down.
He rocks forward, almost losing his balance, but then our lips meet and everything is right.
“That’s it. Play with her nipples. She likes that,” Vyslan says.
I feel Darius smile against my mouth. “Is this okay?”
I grin back at him. “Yes, kiss me. I am high on demon lust.”
He chuckles. “Ah, that would explain it.”
I rock forward with Vyslan’s thrust. My mouth clashes with Darius’ and we kiss again. His hands go to my waist, steadying me, while Vyslan continues his invasion.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good, sweet witch.” He reaches around, fingers strumming my clit. “Hold her up, she’s getting wobbly.”
More hands slide over me, twisting my nipples while I do my best to devour Darius. I shove my hands under his shirt to get closer to him. But when Vyslan thrusts in earnest, all I can do is hold on. I’m stretched so full that it’s hard to breathe. Mouths and hands are on me everywhere.
“Hellfire,” Vyslan chokes out. “You’ve got me, sweet witch. All of me.”
My knees go a bit weak at the thought. He sounds surprised. Which just makes me grin wider, but even that lasts mere moments. Someone—maybe Ezra—starts stroking my clit pinched between their fingers and it feels as though my entire body tightens.
Then the ripples start. Tiny tremors that herald a larger release from deep within my core.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chant and push up on my toes.
“I’m going to destroy this pussy,” Vyslan snarls as his hips slam into me.
Vyslan’s hand slides around my front. My body goes limp as the ripples build. And then my demon slaps his palm over my mound, the impact on my clit like a detonator.
I throw my head back and scream. My toes spread wide and I press them down into the tile while I clutch Darius to remain upright. Vyslan’s roar of release is lost in the buzz of noise while I float on this tumultuous river.
I fucking did it. My pussy might hate me tomorrow, but we conquered that cock.