Page 58 of The Blood Widow

My fangs popped out, and I used my full strength to move. The hands on my body didn’t waver. I slowly stopped my attempts and groaned into the silk of the bedding. I couldn’t breathe and my upper thighs would be bruised, but the rush of adrenaline I had wanted trickled through me. I was helpless beneath them. Their grip gentled.

The guy with his hand around my neck leaned in to press his cheek to mine. The growl in my ear had me soaked in seconds. I was going to drench these sheets at this rate.

Every fiber of my being was alive and ready. Not being able to see took this situation to another level. These strangers could kill me. I bit my bottom lip and moaned. I loved the added danger.

“Bad little mouse,” he rumbled into my ear.

A hand slapped my pussy. The watery smack and small sting had me groaning. Again, and again he hit my pussy. More arousal seeped out of me with each vibration. The guy purring in my ear ran his rough hand down my belly to cup my sex.

“She’s making a mess. Be helpful and clean it up, would you?” He let go of me and moved my arms above my head. “Don’t move.” When he let me go, I wanted to disobey, but he slapped my sensitive breast. It was enough pain to make me rethink. “Don’t even think about not listening to my command.”

The guy between my legs made a rattling sound that had goosebumps springing up across my naked body. He moved around until I could feel his breath on my wetness. It was so wet that his breath felt cold. I opened my legs wider for him.

His teeth bit my inner thigh, catching me off guard. I let out a moan-squeal. His tongue and lips soothed the ache.

“With pleasure. Wrap these beautiful legs around my head and suffocate me until you’re coming on my tongue. I haven’t had a shower today. Get me wet, baby demon.” His voice wasn’t hidden, and a faint sense of recognition hit the back of my mind, but there was no way I’d stop him now.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

The silky sheets made me feel like I was floating as I waited for this sex god’s mouth to touch me where I needed him. A gust of air hit me instead. The empty ache in my lower stomach increased. I lifted my hips, but they were met with more air. This was torture. Every atom of my being was alert and ready.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.They were really trying to kill me. I squirmed on the bed, waiting. But I didn’t move my arms.

Where was he?

The guy by my head gripped my neck again and the other played with my nipples. “I said not to move. Bad little mice don’t get pleasure.”

I could feel my mind cracking as my desire overwhelmed me. I couldn’t even think anymore. Whatever these men were doing to me, even my demon loved it but we needed our release.

“Please, please,” I whispered, tensing all my muscles to stay still.

The hand loosened its grip. “Please what?”

I was too far gone to care how I looked or sounded. I’d kiss his fucking feet if he said to, and I hated feet.

“Please lick me, sir. Please.” I wasn’t even sure that made sense. But it was either ‘lick me’ or ‘clean me.’ My brain couldn’t come up with any more words.

The breaths on my labia stopped. Warm flesh grazed me as they chuckled with delight. “You beg so prettily, little demon.”

Then, he attacked my clit.

I screamed. My back arched off the bed. I was so wound up that I danced close to my orgasm at the first touch. I was so fucking sensitive.

He kept moaning against my swollen clit, pushing me higher. I shook my head side to side. The sensations were too much. I pulled away, but a large hand smacked my thighs, stopping me. The growl was drowned out between my legs, but it put me right on the edge of the cliff.

The grip on my neck tightened until I couldn’t breathe. I still whimpered out, “Yes, yes.” The world grew fuzzy.

“Come for us, little mouse.” His deep tone sounded different like the magic disguising his voice had faltered, but it was his real voice that had me obeying.

I gushed all over the face of the guy between my legs. His moans vibrated against me and intensified my release, drawing it out. My chest rose like I was floating off the bed as I screamed my release. I never understood why my submissives orgasmed on my command until now. Because it was fucking hot as sin.

The hand around my throat disappeared and so did the heat next to me. When the guy between my legs did the same, a dash of fear trickled in. Where were they? I didn’t like that neither of them was telling me what they were doing. My finger’s twitched to take the blindfold off.

“You’re such a good girl, we’re going to reward you. Would you like that?” the pussy eater said as he sat next to me.

I snickered mentally at the nickname. I was just going to think of him as One and the choker as Two. Not original, but it was better than their actions.

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