Page 134 of Princes of Carnage

Atlas lets out a choked grunt, both hands gripping the sides of my head, his fingers sinking into my wet hair. He doesn’t control my movements though, allowing me to set the pace. It’s more just like he wants to feel everything I’m doing.

I keep working my mouth up and down his length, dragging in breaths through my nose when I can, my lips stretched wide around him. He mutters words of praise, half of them unintelligible as they trail off into grunts or groans. His hips start to move a little to match my motions, meeting me each time my lips slide down his cock.

I hum around his length before sucking hard, my pussy clenching as more of Killian’s cum leaks out of me, and Atlas hisses out a breath.

“Jesus, vicious. It’s like you’re trying to steal my fucking soul.”

My palms are resting on his thighs, and I can feel small tremors working through his muscles as his breathing turns choppy and harsh. It’s clear he’s not going to last much longer.

“Just like that,” he groans, his cock swelling against my tongue. “Just like that, don’t fucking stop, don’t—fuck, Quinn!”

“Make him come, siren.” Killian’s voice floats into my ear from where he’s watching nearby. “And swallow all of it.”

I do as he says, desperately sucking at Atlas’s cock like I need his cum to live.

It doesn’t take more than another minute before he falls over the edge, cursing hotly and bucking his hips, burying his cock in my mouth as he comes. I swallow every spurt of his hot, salty release and then open my mouth to show that it’s all gone.

Atlas shoves his wet hair back from his forehead with one hand as he looks down at me. His other hand cups my face, his thumb swiping over my lower lip in a way that makes heat curl inside me.

“Killian was right,” he breathes hoarsely. “You look so fucking good on your knees, vicious. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way you look right now.”

I grin, holding his gaze for a second as he presses his thumb inside my mouth.

As Atlas withdraws his thumb, Nico suddenly moves, bursting into action like a statue coming to life. He grabs a handful of my hair and drags me over to him, his cock already out and weeping precum at the tip.

“Open,” he demands roughly, and I do, letting him shove his cock into my mouth.

Where Atlas was content to let me suck him at my own pace, Nico is coiled with impatience—as if watching both Killian and Atlas use me for their pleasure has drained every last ounce of his control. He uses his hold on my hair like a leash and fucks into my mouth hard and fast.

All I can do is moan around him, the sound muffled by the girth of his cock stretching my mouth to capacity.

My head is blissfully empty of anything but this, and my body is on fire all over again. My pussy is still sore from being fucked so hard by Killian, but I can feel it throbbing with need.

“You see what you do to him, siren?” Killian says, and I moan again. “It’s the same thing you do to me. And you still wonder why I followed you? Why I became obsessed with you?”

I whimper, trying to shake my head in answer, but there’s no give in the hold Nico has on me. And he doesn’t let up, his strokes hard and relentless.

“You’re gonna take everything I have to give you, mia cara,” he pants, his jaw set tight. “And you’re gonna swallow every last fucking drop. You’re gonna take my cum just like you took my brothers’.”

I nod as he fucks my mouth, a slick mixture of drool, rain, and precum spilling over my lips and down my chin. I’m a mess of fluids and mud and grass stains right now, but I couldn’t care less.

My body hums with a sensation that’s bigger and more overwhelming than either pleasure or pain, and the harder Nico shoves his cock down my throat, the closer I get to coming again, just from this.

“Goddamn, my wife doesn’t have a gag reflex,” he groans. “Should’ve fucking known. You’re a fighter through and through. You don’t back down from anything, do you? Not even this.”

I can’t speak, so I just grab his ass with both hands in answer, silently urging him to go even deeper. His wet shirt sticks to his torso as his chest heaves, and he lets out a string of curses.

He cuts off my air as he grunts and fills my throat, and that’s enough to send me over the edge. I give a garbled moan of pleasure, my throat working around Nico’s cock like it wants to milk him dry.

He comes right after me, throwing his head back with a hoarse shout. Nico doesn’t pull back until he’s spilled himself completely down my throat, and my head is spinning by the time he lets me go so I can breathe.

The rush of oxygen in my veins makes me feel dizzy. I gasp for air and crumble to the ground, spent, sated, and boneless. My head is still spinning, and the thought of getting up to walk all the way back home makes everything in my body protest. My body has acclimated to the cool temperature of the rain, and now it just feels soothing as it patters over my skin.

“She’s out,” Atlas says, and I can hear a note of fondness in his voice. “We broke her, I think.”

“Nah, she just needs a rest. It would take a lot more than that to break Quinn,” Nico responds.

I’m dimly aware of one of them moving to help me up, but Killian growls, making a noise low in his throat. It’s more possessive than aggressive, but the other two back off and let him be the one to reach me first.

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