Page 109 of Vengeful Gods

You both feel good.

“Please.” She’s breathless and begging for us to get there faster, tightening around both our cocks.

“Nearly there, baby girl.”

“You’re taking us so well.” Thorne pushes her hair off her forehead. “Give me that perfect fucking mouth.” She whimpers, sliding her tongue against his, melting into him.

Behind me, Ven presses forward, and it’s so fucking good I’m not going to last long. None of us are.

“Oh, fuck. Ungghhhhh.” Slutty little noises burst out of me as he shifts more, working his cock deeper, with each motion rocking us all together.

“You good?” Ven checks in with me through gritted teeth.

“Just move. Goddamn, baby. Fuck.” With each movement of his hips, my balls are growing tighter, and Fox is squeezing my dick like the tightest fist imaginable.

“Holy shit.” Thorne pants against Fox’s mouth. His voice is a hoarse whisper. “That’s it. Good fucking girl.” She’s splintering apart and her climax is the final straw.

I’m pretty sure I feel Thorne jerk at the same time her pussy ripples around him; he unloads inside her with a grunt and heaving chest.

“Oh, god. Ven.” His hips start pumping harder, chasing my release that is building so goddamn fast as he groans in that deep, sexy fucking way he does when he’s about to come. “Don’t stop. Right there.” Hitting that deliriously good spot, my body lights up as my spine stiffens. All the blood rushes to my dick and I’m soaring high, flying past stars.

“Ven…fuck…fffuck.”

“You want me to fill this ass up? Then you better come for me while I’m owning you, my pretty little slut.”

“Oh, god. Baby.” I’m gasping. My cock thickens and throbs and fills my girl for the second time tonight. His thrusts and filthy words tip me over the edge.

Ven’s cock surges and unloads inside me, following right on the heels of my own orgasm, and we dissolve into a mess of groans and sweaty limbs and cum.

The four of us float around in a daze for what seems like forever. Each coming back down to our bodies one by one.

That was so fucking hot.

I can’t wait to do it all again.

“You did so well; you were perfect.” Thorne is busy checking in with Fox, gently stroking her hair and sharing hushed words of praise, which earns him a loopy grin of pleasure in return.

God, she’s stunning. Flushed and messy and dripping with the evidence of us, a cloud-like dream who cushions all our jagged edges.

Ven gives me a quick kiss on the shoulder as he pulls out of me, the first to find it within him to move. He drags me off her, because I sure as shit still haven’t quite rediscovered the use of my limbs. Scooping Fox’s languid body up, he quietly smuggles her off to the bathroom, where he makes sure she gets properly cleaned up, and pees, all the little attentive things that make him the way he is. He takes care of our girl in the only way he knows how.

Despite my own hazy fog of pleasure filling my head, I find my way to the outdoor shower. While I’m in there with my head bowed under the water, the back of my neck heats as Thorne comes in to join me. It feels like the most natural thing in the world for us to both be here like this together, and I shift over, giving him space to wash under the wide spray of the showerhead alongside me.

We don’t talk. But we don’t need to either.

Beneath the water tumbling over his angular cheekbones and firm jaw, he fixes me with solemn eyes. Such a familiar sight, yet this time, they’re filled with years of agony—all the unbearable things he and Hawke have been through, and I see it.

I see that he can’t take it out on Fox.

She’s not the one responsible for what happened to him. Or to any of us.

His silent nod is confirmation enough, as he grabs a towel and I do the same, following him back into the darkened bedroom.

I slip into the cool sheets, where Ven lets me take over, grabbing hold of our girl from one side, while Thorne wraps around her from the other. She’s long since passed out already, and her soft breaths as she turns and cuddles into me makes my heart grow about ten sizes inside my chest.

This girl might belong to us, but now, she’s truly our possession.

More than a thing that we own or control. She’s tunneled in and embedded herself right in our rotten bones.

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