Page 52 of Wild Wolf

I couldn’t see Cain anymore but I could feel him watching us and the thought of that only turned me on more.

Sin groaned, his cock thrusting in again and again, Roary and Ethan kissing and caressing me, finding every zone of pleasure on my body and using it against me until I was little more than an aching ball of need between them.

I cursed in Faetalian, begging and pleading with them for a further release and Sin laughed wickedly before giving me what I wanted, fucking me faster, rolling his hips so that his pubic piercing claimed my clit.

Within moments I was coming again, seeing stars in the darkness behind my eyelids as I shattered between my men, gasping their names and descending into a well of utter bliss.

Sin fucked me harder, taking his pleasure from my spent body while prolonging the ecstasy in mine.

When he came I fell with him once more, the roar of release which bled from him staining my soul in a riotous sin which matched his name.

He rolled off of me and my eyes fluttered open, the door still wide before us, Cain’s rabid gaze on mine.

I bit my lip, hesitating short of beckoning him into the room with us because I wasn’t even certain what he was to me or what I was to him.

He took a single step closer then froze, swallowing thickly before shooting away again.

Sin sighed dramatically, flicking his fingers towards the door so that a gust of wind slammed it.

“All the more for us then, wild girl,” he purred, rolling me over and hoisting my hips up so that I was on my knees. “Now be a good girl and take Shadowbrook’s cock between those pretty lips. I wanna hear you choke my name out around it while I fuck this untouched ass of yours.”

His fingers slid into my pussy, before slicking up, coating my ass with all the lubricant he would need before driving the tip of his cock against my ass.

Ethan smirked at me as he got to his knees and offered me his dick as requested while Roary moved into place beside us, fisting his own cock in hand, his eyes blazing with desire as he watched us.

The empty space on my right had a small twinge of regret kindling in my gut and I wondered if I should have commanded Cain into the room with us. But as Sin’s cock drove into my ass and Ethan’s slid between my lips, I found other things to occupy myself with. Like finding my destruction between the arms of my three antiheros and coming for them more times than I could count before dawn could end our tryst.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

The moon was a blur above me as I swayed, standing in the long grass. I’d run away from the house with a burst of speed, the wine I’d drunk making me unsure exactly how far I’d moved, but it had to be pretty damn far.

My chest was cracking, letting all the twisted pain of my past slip out and ooze through me like poison. Darkmore was done with me, Rosalie didn’t need me and the moon was hell bent on destroying me. This curse likely had no answer. It was set on my death and I was fooling myself if I really thought there was a way out.

A hiccup drew my attention and I turned as Jack stumbled towards me, his shirt on backwards and torn at the collar, his still black hair standing up on one side and lipstick smeared across his mouth.

“Mason,” he said by way of greeting and I nodded, glancing over his shoulder to the vines he’d emerged from where soft moans and giggles were spilling into the night from at least three female voices.

“I see you’ve made some new acquaintances,” I said a little frostily because my own dick certainly wasn’t seeing any action and I couldn’t get the vision of Rosalie Oscura being worshipped by three other men out of my mind, the imprint of it seared onto the backs of my eyelids and taunting me with every blink.

“Umm…yeah…” Hastings shuffled awkwardly and I found myself blurting an apology at him before I could stop the words from spewing from my lips.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “For…not being the Fae you thought I was. For letting myself get embroiled with Twelve and falling for her tricks. I should have been someone you could rely on, look up to, but really I was just her pawn, falling for every sweet word, gentle caress, drop of blood…”

Hastings pursed his lips, considering my words then shrugged. “I fell for her too,” he admitted. “Tried to kiss her once.” He cleared his throat and glanced back to the giggles which came from the vines before going on. “Not that she allowed it. And honestly I can see now that I don’t fit with her. The Incubus was right about that – I’m not a match for the wildness in her. But…I think you are…sir,” he added hastily as I shot him a sharp look.

“She has her harem well stocked with three other-”

“But she still looks at you like she’s waiting for you,” he said. “She is clearly a lot of things that neither of us realised back in Darkmore but not all of those things are bad. I think she freed me when she freed herself from that place…and I think she wants to free you too, Mason. You just have to let her.”

I frowned at him, the alcohol I’d consumed making his words sound all too alluring but the curse mark on my arm and the three men she was probably still fucking - even though it had been hours since I’d run from them - spoke of a different fate for me.

“Jack!” called a seductive voice from within the vines. “I need you, come back to us!”

Hastings turned bright red, opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, cleared his throat then saluted me before striding back into the vineyard to answer that call.

I gritted my jaw, shooting away at speed so that I didn’t have to listen to any part of what he was getting up to and rounding the house before stumbling to a halt near the foot of the sweeping lawn.

My vision steadied as I managed to stop swaying, the moon coming into sharp focus above me. Every rivet and shadow was like a taunting smile that was turned my way, mocking my futile hope that there was a chance for me yet.

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