Page 61 of Dark Souls Academy: The Sacrifice

“Guys, let’s mark our mate to make sure she never forgets who she belongs to.”

My heart thrashed in my chest as they maneuvered around me. Dex and Alaric went to each of my shoulders where their mark was at. Trigger was on my left and his breath on my hip gave me goose bumps. Bones went to my right wrist, and Kain lifted my leg in the air, bending down so his lips could graze the flesh on my inner thigh slightly below the knee. Meanwhile his powerful thrusts never stopped. I was so close. I’d burst any second.

Sweat covered my body. My muscles were shaking from the strain of the buildup and the sex.

“Now!” Kain ordered.

All at once my mates bit down, piercing my flesh where they wanted their mark to be.

My orgasm hit me like a brick to the back of my head. The rest of my body lifted as I screamed, fire licked through my insides. Each of the marks glowed with the flames. My insides were molten hot like a dragon’s.

My demon pulled and fed on their lust, bringing them over the edge with me. Spurts of come hitting their marks calmed the heat. Fucking shit. Finishing a full Goddess-given mate bond was no joke. I might roll over and die from exhaustion.

“So beautiful, Succy.” Dex nuzzled my shoulder, the scent of blood heavy on his breath. “Look at how beautiful our marks are on you.”

I lifted my left arm. My mate marks were where a slave-claiming mark would be. The black roses were shaded in the color of each of their jeweled daggers. Kain’s was the darkest in black. Alaric’s had a green that made the rose even more realistic. Dex’s was gold. It made his rose look like it glittered with riches. Bones’ blue was towards the bottom as if sucking up water for nutrients. Trigger’s was at the top. His red made the rose look like it was burning. All together they were mesmerizing. Even my pink magic intertwined with the stems and swirled around the petals.

One by one, each of them kissed their rose, and I swear, I really was going to die of a heart attack.

When I first arrived at the academy, I could barely handle a hug from anyone. Emotions weren’t a part of my world. Now, look at me. My body marked by five mates, my demon satiated, and my heart and mind overcome with emotions. Who the heck was I?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Ilet myself relax. That punishment had been great, but it might have the opposite effect on my behavior because I couldn’t wait to be punished again.

My head fell back, and my eyes closed as I came down from my bliss. They moved off of the bed, probably to get some rags because I was covered in cum. The cold air licked at my body in all the wrong ways. A shiver coursed through me. They needed to come back.

I sucked in a sharp breath when the air changed. Energy wrapped around me like invisible cotton pressed against my skin. It tickled, but the eeriness made the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.

My eyes shot open. A pit opened in my stomach. What the fuck?

I sat up, crab crawling backward at what stood in front of me. Fear sliced at my stomach, demanding I scream to let my mates know. My magic rose inside of me just as my determination to fight did, ready to strike.

The menacing sensation dwindled as all my other senses kicked in. Their familiar scents that I craved, their glistening bodies that just gave me an orgasm. These masked demons weremy mates. They hovered over me while I was in a vulnerable position. An image of a den of wolves stalking their prey popped in my head. What the fuck were they doing?

The white, red, and silver Ghostface-masks brought goosebumps lifting on my arms. The thrill of seeing them had me panting. Why were they NAKED? Did I black out or something? The confusion mixed with my lust, turning it slightly sour, but it took away the fear little by little.

My sharp breaths of panic turned to ones of excitement. I had no idea what was going on, but I agreed with this message. I scrambled to my knees, licking my lips at all the hard cock in front of me.Yes, please. More.

The chuckles in my head told me I said that through the bond. Oops. I was too busy drooling to be sorry. If I studied them hard enough, I’d know who-was-who, but I liked the amenity aspect. Too bad I didn’t have a mask too.

The one in the middle whispered something and in a poof of magic, we were outside. I took in our new surroundings without glancing away from my masked men. The Fae wildlife scurried away until we were totally alone, a sense of foreboding gave me goosebumps. The quiet was deafening.

The trees grew larger and the bushes thicker at our arrival to give our nudity some privacy. Even the heat that clung to my body seemed to be happy to see me.

Mud rose around me as I sunk into the wet ground while my heartrate spiked. They planned this. How? They just watched Scream for the first time not even a few hours ago. Shoot, not even Alaric had seen the movies.

“What do you call the girl of your dreams when she’s marked, naked, and covered in come, but drooling for more? The sexiest girl around who took her punishment so well.” Trigger’s voice was deeper, deadlier.

“Like a good girl,” another purred out.

My pupils dilated in response. I didn’t know the answer, so I kept my mouth shut. Because he was right, drool would have drenched my chin just like my inner thighs were covered in my slick. My nostrils opened wide with my sharp intake of air as their blades appeared in my mates’ hands. Oh shit, I was their prey. My heart rate sped up even more, but my mouth filled with saliva at the same time. Sparks of gold glitter and pink magic zapped around me telling me my demon was just as excited.

“Run.” The word was whispered, but every part of me heard the command.

I turned and booked it away from the men. Their laughter only spurred me on. My heart pounded painfully against my ribcage, but I pushed through. This was a game and the demon part of me wanted to win. The Fae part of me wanted to squirt all over them to claim her chosen, but they had to earn it. The two competing motivations had me quaking.

Adrenaline rode me hard, but it also slapped my ass into gear. I heard laughter when my foot got caught on a root that had lifted off the ground. Assholes had gotten the trees to work against me. As if on cue, branches lowered, slapping my face. The little shits were blocking my view as well.

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