Page 133 of Princes of Carnage

He doesn’t stop, fucking into me hard enough that it feels like I might break.

“I’m so—god, Killian. Oh my fucking—” I gasp for breath, holding on to him for dear life.

“Are you going to come?” he demands.

I nod frantically, writhing on the ground beneath him, oblivious to the dirt and grass that clings to my bare skin.

Killian brings up one hand and wraps it around my throat again. “Then come, siren. Come, and I’ll let you breathe.”

He squeezes in the right spot as he finishes speaking, just enough to cut off my air. Heat races through me as my body tries to suck oxygen in and is brought up short. My chest heaves, a fresh burst of arousal and adrenaline flooding my veins—and that’s enough to send me spiraling over the edge. All the pleasure and heat that’s been building since the chase started finally has somewhere to go, and my mouth falls open in a silent scream as I fall apart, shuddering and scratching at Killian’s shoulders and arms.

“Good fucking girl. Such a good little slut.”

Killian releases his hold on my throat, allowing me to breathe again. The rush of oxygen goes straight to my brain, making me feel almost lightheaded as another orgasm surges through me on the heels of the first one. I suck in deep breaths, staring up at Killian as he keeps pounding into me.

All I can see of his face is his eyes.

That’s all I’m used to seeing when he fucks me.

But as if it suddenly isn’t enough for him anymore, Killian suddenly reaches up with one hand and rips his mask off, baring his entire face to me. He reaches down and tugs mine off too, tossing it away.

Our gazes lock, and I don’t know what he sees in my expression, but what I see in his makes me come for a third time, my clit throbbing hard as I wrap my legs around him.

“Siren,” he grunts. “Fuck. Fuck!”

His hips stutter and jerk, and he slams into me hard enough to bruise as his cock swells, flooding me with a rush of cum.

For a moment, we stay locked together just like that. Killian is still buried deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he empties himself entirely. My chest heaves as I try to remember how to breathe, and my heart rate slows down a little from a frenzied gallop into a heavy thud that shakes my ribs.

The haze of that level of intense sex takes a bit to clear, but gradually, I start to come back to myself, becoming more aware of my surroundings again.

“Holy shit,” I hear Atlas curse under his breath.

I glance up at where he and Nico are still standing, both of them soaked through but oblivious to the rain. They’re staring at me where I’m sprawled out messily on the ground beneath Killian, and even in the darkness, I can tell that they’re both hard.

Killian’s callused fingers grip my chin, pulling my attention back to him.

“They enjoyed that,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “And you enjoyed being watched by them, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, too wrecked to bother trying to deny it.

“They’re probably hard as hell from watching you writhe in the dirt and beg for my cock. Be a good little cum slut and go take care of them.” One corner of his mouth tilts upward just a little. “I know you’re hungry for it.”

He’s not wrong, and I can’t even argue with him.

Killian leans back, slowly withdrawing from me as my inner walls cling to him. A gush of cum slides down my inner thigh, mingling with the raindrops that trail down my skin. He sits back on his heels, watching me expectantly, and I manage to find the strength in my exhausted limbs to get up enough to crawl over to where Atlas and Nico are standing.

Atlas’s jaw is clenched, and before I even reach him, his fingers fumble with the button and zipper of his pants. He shoves the wet fabric down enough to pull his cock out, and the metal piercing at the tip flashes in the dim light.

Stopping on my knees in front of him, I open my mouth and lean in, taking him as deep as I can in one go. It’s a lot to accommodate, and I can feel the head of his piercing hit the back of my throat as I swallow.

“Good girl,” Killian praises me as Atlas lets out a rough curse. “Suck him harder. Get him off.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I bob my head, swirling my tongue around Atlas’s cock as I suck it. I can feel the metal ball of his piercing, and I play with it a bit, rubbing my tongue along the warm metal.

“Oh my fucking god,” Atlas mutters, breathing hard. “Fuck, you’re good.”

I lift my gaze up to look at him and find him staring down at me as raindrops cascade down his face, his expression full of heat and awe. The way he’s looking at me sends a heady feeling rushing through me, and I suck him down even more, relaxing my throat and easing forward until my nose is flush with his body and his cock is all the way down my throat.

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