Chapter 34 Aniyah #2
“If you’re a good girl and come for us soon,” Ras purred, “I’ll lick you clean. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You filthy little thing. You want me to lick and suck every drop of that cum right out of you.”
My eyes squeezed shut, and I whispered my truth like a confession.
“Yeeessss.”
He chuckled, dark and low, turning my face toward him.
“You know what your cum does to me, right?” he murmured against my lips, his fingers playing with my collarbone.
“You want me to collect it all, lap it up, and fill this room with your need, your lust? Let them all smell it. Let them all lose their minds like this beast has, adoring you, filling you, fucking every hole you have until you can’t take any more. ”
His smile became predatory, and I got the distinct feeling that I’d made a deal with the devil.
“I can make that happen, my love. My mate. My star.”
My breath hitched. The craving inside me surged, hungry for everything he promised.
“All you have to do,” he said, his voice becoming a growl, “is beg.”
Maso’s thrusts became frantic, and his claws dug into my thighs, branding me as his. My head lifted and slammed back onto the mattress in frustration.
Thwop.
Thwop.
Thwop.
I teetered on the edge, my orgasm building like a scream in my blood. I just needed one more push. Something. Anything.
“P-please,” fell from my lips, but it wasn’t just desperation. It was surrender, and Ras drank it in like it was the only thing in existence that mattered.
His lips parted, that wicked tongue licked at his fingers before moving them down my belly, hovering in the air above my clit for a heartbeat too long. His pupils dilated until only the faintest ring of red rimmed them, swallowing me whole.
“Say it again,” he demanded softly. Not to hear the word, but to possess it. Like he could wear it. Brand it into himself.
“Please,” I breathed, louder this time. A confession. A key turning.
He shuddered, body trembling for a single, beautiful second. The demon in him was usually so composed in his madness, calculated and dangerous, but not now. Now, he looked wrecked, released. Eyes gleaming, his lips parted with a quiet exhale that was pure devotion.
Behind him, I felt three more stares, heavy with heat and tension.
Lucus stood by the headboard like a silent storm.
His hands were clenched behind his back, jaw flexing as if holding himself in place was taking every ounce of his restraint.
Silver eyes shined like a knife, tracking every movement of Ras’ fingers on my clit and Maso’s body pounding into mine, but it was my face he kept returning to, like he was memorizing every twitch, every gasp, every tear that fell from being so thoroughly filled.
Alic sat on the velvet chair in the corner, spread wide like a king on his throne, his hard cock resting against his abdomen.
He didn’t try to hide the way he stroked himself, slowly, methodically, as if he had all the time in the world.
His eyes gleamed with possessiveness, but his smirk was all heat and hunger.
Watching me come undone only seemed to make him more patient, more dangerous.
Van stood off to the side, unmoving, arms folded.
Although his body language said the sight before him was nothing new, his eyes told another story.
Those bright green eyes held an eerie focus.
He wasn’t watching Maso or Ras. He was watching me.
He was waiting for the exact moment I broke so he could scoop up the pieces and lock them away where only he had access.
And still, Ras’ face hovered above me, one hand between my legs, the other braced against the mattress as Maso’s thrusts grew erratic.
“You begged for me,” Ras whispered, almost in awe. “In front of them.”
There was no teasing in his tone now. No smug smile. Just this raw, cracked-open emotion that made my heart ache and my core clench.
“You chose me to help you come,” he said again as if needing to hear it aloud. “Mine.”
He dropped his head, pressing his forehead against mine, his breath hot and ragged.
“I’d burn this entire room down for you.
You know that, right? I’d slit their throats if you asked.
” His words were sweet poison in my ear.
“But you didn’t, you wouldn’t. You begged for me.
So now I’m going to make sure every single one of them remembers why you’ll always call for me when you’re about to break. ”
Above us, Maso let out a snarl—a warning, a challenge—but Ras ignored him.
His fingers moved with ruthless precision, dragging tight circles around my clit as my body convulsed. I arched my back, writhing between them as the tension snapped hard and fast, my orgasm ripping through me.
“Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!” I cried, my voice cracking, and my nails tore down Maso’s chest.
With a roar, he slammed into me one final time, his cock pulsing deep as he spilled inside me with a wild, unhinged growl. The bed rocked under the force of it, and Ras just kept watching me, eyes filled with twisted, triumphant love.
Behind him, I heard Lucus curse under his breath. The scent of my release, thick and heady, hit all of them now, mixing with Maso’s and curling around the room like a summoning spell.
Alic’s hand stilled. Ras’ head lifted.
“Now, they all want you even more,” he said, “and they’ll have you.”
He kissed my trembling lips softly like a thank you.
“But only after I give you what you want.”
Maso bent low, pressing soft, wet kisses across my chest as he lazily stroked himself. I met his bright blue eyes, which were overflowing with more love and devotion than I ever thought possible.
“I love you, Aniyah,” he whispered. “You won’t regret bonding with me. I promise.”
Cupping his face, my hands still trembling from the aftershocks rippling through me, I confirmed, “I know I won’t. We were always meant to be, long before either of us knew it.”
He leaned into my palm, nuzzling me with sweet affection. It was a soft, fleeting moment… shattered by Ras pushing to his feet.
“You stole your turn, wolf. Now, back off so I can make good on my promise.”
Maso rolled his eyes, but the smile he gave me was full of joy and satisfaction. He withdrew himself from me, and I cried out at the sudden emptiness. That full, aching stretch vanished, but Ras didn’t give me long to mourn it.
He seized my legs with zero ceremony, dragging me down the bed in one brutal yank. I yelped, my body jolting as the men around us growled in protest. Ras just laughed unapologetically.
“Jealous already?” he taunted, eyes gleaming as he knelt between my legs. “Just wait.”
He bent low, kissing my thighs and running his nose along the flushed skin. His breath was hot, his voice hungry.
“You smell so good, my star.”
My legs trembled as anticipation curled deep in my belly. He looked up at me, eyes burning red.
“Now, prop yourself up, my heart and soul. I want you to watch me. You're not the only one who likes an audience.”
My heart stuttered. He didn’t care about the others watching. His focus was solely on me. He wanted me to see him, to own him the same way he owned me.
I rose onto my elbows, drinking him in. Hair cascaded around his face in wild waves, shoulders broad and muscles flexing as he positioned himself.
His cock, long, thick, sinful, rested heavy against his thigh, and all of it was wrapped in the dangerous devotion of a demon who wanted nothing more than to worship me. Gods, he was beautiful.
Then I felt it, slick warmth seeping out between my legs.
Ras’ eyes went wide. “No. No, you can’t do that!” he growled, panic threading his voice. His fingers dove inside, pushing Maso’s cum back in like he was trying to stuff magic into a bottle before it escaped.
I looked down at him, biting my lip. “You better hurry, my stalker,” I teased. “Looks like you’re running out of time. Gonna break your promise?”
I gave my hips a little shake just to taunt him. A wave of groans echoed around the room in response.
“Fuck,” Lucus snarled. “If you don’t get to it soon, I’ll say screw the rules and throw her against the wall myself.”
Ras shot him a wicked smirk. “Don’t worry your pretty little English head about it.”
Then his attention snapped back to me, or, more specifically, to where his fingers held everything inside me.
“Mine,” he murmured before dipping his head.
He flicked his tongue across my clit, circling that swollen, aching bundle of nerves with maddening precision. I sighed, hips twitching, already melting beneath his mouth.
“You know…” he said, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard, “I think you have a cum fetish, my star.”
Legs jolting, hips rocking, I moaned. His fingers never moved from inside me. He was working me without fucking me, building me up with nothing but that relentless tongue and the pressure of his hold.
It didn’t take long to feel the spiral start again, but this time, I wanted control. I wanted to command him. He was drawing out the monster inside me, and she wanted dominance and bliss.
I tilted my chin toward my pussy and growled, “Yeah, I think I do, and that's your fault. Especially when I know what comes after. Now, take responsibility.”
Alic puffed out a laugh but said nothing, letting the others learn about Ras’ magic the same way we had, by feeling it.
I grinned down at my demon. “Now, open that mouth wide. I want to see it, want to see my cum dripping down your tongue.”
He didn’t hesitate.
* Song: Body Loud by SWIM