Chapter 6 #2
The warning detonates. I squirt hard, soaking his face.
My pussy clamps around his fingers, the world whitening at the edges as heat floods out of me in a pulse I can’t stop.
Dastian laughs—thrilled, filthy—lips greedy as he licks me through it.
Dreven removes his cock from my mouth, and I protest, wanting him to unload in my mouth.
“Turn her,” Dastian says, coming up for air. “I want her from behind.”
Shadows ripple.
I’m flipped and hauled onto my knees before I can blink. Dastian wraps my hair around his fists and tugs tightly as he slides into my soaking wet cunt.
He drags a sharp, pleased sound out of me as his cock slides home, thick and perfect, and my elbows give.
“Say my name.”
“Dastian.” It comes out wrecked, grateful, improper.
“Come on her arse to lube her up,” Voren murmurs. “I want to claim that territory.”
“Fuck,” I pant as Dastian speeds up, slamming into me, pounding me into the bed. He groans deeply and shoots his load, pulling his cock out and aiming for my rear hole, fully on display as he parts my cheeks.
The hot splats of cum land on my starfish, and I whimper as Voren’s fingers lube me up, pressing into me, stretching me, preparing me for his oversized god-cock.
Dastian moves to my side to make way for Voren. “Breathe for him, slayer. He’s got you.” His hand cups my pussy, palm grinding my clit in slow, sinful circles that make my knees tremble.
I breathe. I let it happen. The tight burn becomes a stretch, becomes pressure, becomes… him.
Voren pushes in, deliberate and steady, and the cold shock of him in my back passage knocks a curse out of me that would make a priest faint.
“Good girl,” Voren says, voice a cool ribbon down my spine. His grip on my hips goes iron. “Take all of it.”
I push back against him, thrilling at his harsh groan as I take him balls deep in my arse on my own terms. Voren holds me open and then takes over, pulling back slowly, before he drives in deeper.
“Perfect. All of you. Mine.”
His rhythm settles into something relentless. Strong. Unavoidable. Each thrust spears through my spine and sparks up the back of my skull. Dastian keeps me pitched right on the edge, refusing to let me fall or flee. He kisses the corner of my mouth and licks my lower lip, filthy and tender.
“Greedy slayer,” Dreven purrs. “You take us so well.”
It tips me. My body bows. I gush hard against Dastian’s hand, a helpless spill that has him groaning like I’ve set him on fire. Voren doesn’t stop. He rides my arse through it, dragging me higher, wringing more.
Voren thrusts deeper until I feel like he is about to split me in half.
I whimper as he stiffens and dumps his cum deep inside my arse. He pulls out, spreading my cheeks.
“Show me what I did to you, slayer,” he growls. “Show me the mess I made of you.”
I push. The thick spill he’s pumped into me slides out. It’s indecent and perfect.
“Perfect,” Voren says, voice like winter wrapped in praise.
Dreven’s hand is there instantly, possessive and cold, catching the mess with his fingers and smearing it over my cunt as if he’s painting ownership on me. He pushes two fingers into me, up to the knuckle, slow and remorseless. I sob for it, greedy and sore and somehow still empty.
“Fuck me,” I moan. “Dreven, please. Fuck me.”
His shadow chains flip me on my back and haul me up the bed. He looms over me, his cock twitching.
“No foreplay,” I pant. “Just your cock inside me.”
Dastian chuckles. “We warmed her up for you.”
Dreven growls and presses his hands on my hips, ramming his engorged cock into my soaking pussy. I wrap my legs around him, forcing him deeper as he slams a hand to the headboard.
He fucks me like he’s staking a claim inside me, hard and deep, every thrust punching a ragged sound out of my throat. His shadows coil over my ribs and tighten at my wrists again, not restraint so much as reminder. I arch up, meeting him stroke for stroke, even though I’m wrung out and shaking.
“Eyes on me,” he orders, and when I drag my gaze up, his are a storm, silver gone almost white. “Always on me.”
He changes the angle, and I forget the universe. He grinds in, slow for one brutal heartbeat, and the pressure blows wide, my nerve endings scream, the world whites out, and I come with a harsh, broken cry that scrapes my throat raw.
Dastian groans against my skin, “Look at her. Fucking perfect,” and the praise pushes me over again, aftershocks snapping through me in jagged waves.
Dreven’s control snaps. He thrusts hard, savage, the slap of his body against mine filthy and perfect, and then he locks up with a snarl and spills inside me, heat pouring deep enough that I whimper, overfilled and used in the exact way I need.
His shadows shiver across my skin like a second climax.
He doesn’t drop me. He breathes, rough and close, forehead to mine for three long, quiet beats while Dastian kisses my collarbone and Voren’s thumb strokes my cheek in lazy frost-signs that cool the sting.
He pulls out slowly. I’m open, slick, messy in a way that should humiliate me, but only makes me feel wanted. Dreven’s fingers catch the spill, presses it back into me with proprietary care that has my pulse tripping.
Dastian flops onto his back, smug and wrecked, and drags me onto his chest like I’m a particularly treasured trophy.
My heart is a steady beat. I breathe past the ache and for a minute, all I hear is rain ticking against the glass and three impossible heartbeats wrapped around mine. For a minute, I let myself float.
Then the snake on my bedside table gives a tiny, audible hiss.