Page 82 of Dead End

“We’ve got him locked up until you’re ready,” Michael whispered, smoothing his palms down my arms and kneading gently the whole way. “Just say the word, and we’ll take care of him.”

I knew they would. I knew Freddy was ready to rip Ichabod’s throat out with a hooked claw, but he was refraining for my sake. Yes, I wanted the warlock to die a miserable death after what he’d done to me, to my parents, and to all of us, but more than that, I wanted him to suffer.

“Patience is a virtue, warlock,” I purred, running my slicked palms up his bare torso that rippled under my touch. He stared down into my eyes through the spray, his silvery hair dripping with water, and the little droplets highlighted the tan color of his skin, which was dotted with small freckles.

“None of us are feeling very patient right now, luv,” Jason’s voice whispered in my ear. I knew that accent, and if I turned around, I knew I’d be staring straight into bright yellow eyes.

Damon seemed to come out to play a lot more often now, especially when clothing was optional. I’d asked Jason how he felt about that the other night, and he assured me he and Damon were one and the same, like two sides to the same coin. I found out that Jason could feel everything that Damon did, and they spoke to each other in their minds. I didn’t understand it in the slightest, but fuck, that forked tongue just did things to my insides—quite literally.

“You know… I’m still a little sore,” I murmured, tilting my head to the side and allowing Michael to place small kisses along my collar bone. “Any idea how I can relieve the aches?”

Jason sucked in a hissed breath near my ear, and his hands slid around the curve of my hip. “I think we can help with that,” he chuckled darkly.

Michael dipped lower and took my puckered nipple between his lips, prompting a low moan from me. At the same time, Jason’s deft fingers swirled around my clit. My knees felt like buckling, but the two of them made sure I stood steadily. I was thankful my shower was big enough, because being in this cube made me acutely aware of how large they really were.

“Are you sure? What do you need? Ask, and it’s yours,” Michael said, pulling back, his sky-blue eyes searching mine in earnest. My heart swelled at the concern on his face.

Reaching up, I skimmed my palm along his neck, coming to a stop when I reached his cheek. “I need both of you. Just make me forget for a little while,” I replied, meaning every word because I ached inside too.

His eyes were molten, and they dipped to my lips seconds before he took them with his own in a kiss that could set the world on fire. Jason’s fingers were moving over me faster now; the rhythm was close to driving me insane with need. I kissed Michael fiercely and felt that tingle of power as it zipped over his skin like an electric current. I knew if I looked down, creeping black veins would be writhing under his skin. His connection to dark magic was growing stronger by the day, and I liked this darker side of him because it made him who he was.

“Lift her,” Jason said over my shoulder, his lips curving into a sinister grin that made me shiver, but it was the heated look in his eyes that had me whimpering.

I just needed to feel their touch to know it was okay to have grief, hatred, happiness, and love all at the same time because it balanced me, making me whole again.

Michael hooked his hands under my thighs, along with Jason, and my feet left the ground as they lifted me. I was already pulsing and throbbing, needing to feel them deep inside me. My back lay against Jason’s hard torso as he started to lower me. His cock brushed my ass, making me moan, and the feel of him slowly stretching and filling me up was pure ecstasy with a bite of burning pain, until that washed away too, replaced with only mind-numbing pleasure.

He cursed the entire time under his breath, switching back and forth between accents. I knew he and Damon were flitting in and out of control. Idly, I wondered if this could technically be considered a foursome.

Michael’s cock pushed at my soaking wet entrance, and he slid in inch by beautiful inch. His pelvic bone grazed my clit as he filled me up, leaving me breathless. I watched as his snake tattoo slithered over his skin, wrapping around his neck and causing his eyes to go dark. Having the two of them inside of me was an amazing sensation, making me feel connected and cherished at the same time. It was pure bliss in every way.

They started to move in sync, as if they’d planned this whole thing out, but I knew it was because they could read my body so perfectly.

“So fucking beautiful,” Michael murmured, staring into my eyes as he thrust faster and faster.

“Come for us, luv. Let me feel you fall apart in our arms,” Damon whispered against the shell of my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Mine…” I heard Jason’s possessive thoughts shift through my head.

They were made for me, and we were connected down to our souls. Even before the crash, I knew they were mine.

They picked up the pace, slowly drawing out my pleasure as they held me aloft and bounced me on their dicks between them, a dewy sweat working its way over our bodies from the steam of the shower. They were so deep that they hit every spot I needed them to hit, and tears were springing to my eyes from the pleasure.

I slapped a palm over my mouth to keep from screaming until Michael said, “I’ve warded this room; they can’t hear you.”

Small zaps of electricity rolled over my clit and my eyes flew open and my mouth fell slack. I moaned, long and drawn out, as Michael’s magic pulsed in time with their thrusts. It felt like he was holding a vibrator to my clit, and soon I was seeing stars. I couldn’t hold it in any longer, so I started outright moaning. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I chanted. “Oh god, don’t fucking stop!”

“Never,” Jason promised, his teeth clamping onto the tender part between my neck and shoulder before swiping his long tongue over the love bite. My panting breaths were loud in the small shower.

Both of them made noises of affirmation, mixtures of growls and groans. Hands slicked over my skin, gripping my thighs, my breasts—everywhere at once. I felt their cocks thicken even more, and they began pulsing. I knew they were seconds away from coming, and so was I.

“I’m there—fuck!” My voice was high-pitched and shaky as I came, my pussy squeezing them tight as they let go.

“Yes…” Michael growled deeply, his head thrown back as his neck muscles strained.

They were both moaning hard now, digging their fingers into my skin as they came inside me. It spilled out, dripping between the three of us, and they gradually slowed down, drawing out the aftershocks of pleasure until it felt like none of us would have the strength to remain standing much longer.

We were all silent; the shower steam was starting to dissipate, and slowly, they slid out of me and set me on my wobbling feet.

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