Page 46 of Things Get Dark

“Turn around and show us what we’ve been missing all year.” Wade’s face was close enough to mine that I could almost taste the words as they skated across my lips. His pupils were so large, they almost swallowed the green irises his vessel had, and pressed against my hip was an erection I couldn’t wait to feel inside me.

What I felt for these men was more than love—I didn’t know if I was capable of that emotion. I struggled with most of them—it was mutual ownership. When they were alive, I’d fought tooth and nail to keep them with me, and in death I continued my watch.

“Where did you go, silly Tillie?” Zander’s smiling face appeared beside Wade’s, and I realized everyone was watching while I zoned out on our one night together. Instead of wasting time with frivolous things like apologies or sharing thoughts, I turned toward the bed and bent at the waist, draping my torso over the bed as I shuffled my feet further apart to give my men the view they wanted.

“She’s already soaked and we haven’t done anything to her yet,” Zander observed as someone ran a hand down my spine.

“So much skin to mark up. I don’t even know where to begin.” That was Wade. He loved leaving a mark almost as much as Ienjoyed feeling the bruises and welts afterward. It felt like he was still with me, even after he had given up the vessel at the end of each Samhain night.

A high-pitched whistle was all the warning I had before a sharp pain lanced across the back of my hips. The sensation warmed me, settling low in my belly as my skin throbbed in time with my aching clit. The next three hits came in quick succession, thin lines of fire across the meat of my ass. I moaned as the last one landed on the crease between my ass and thigh, brushing my pussy lips in a teasing bite.

“So pretty,” Wade murmured as he landed more blows on the back of my thighs. Sitting down was going to be painful for the next few days. I couldn’t wait.

Too soon, the skin on my legs began to lose feeling under the punishing blows. I whined, and was rewarded with a new ache as Wade sank his teeth into the flesh of my ass and three fingers into my pussy. The stretch was intense, and I gasped, pushing back on the intrusion as he bit down harder.

“Are you ready for more, Matilda?” Jeremiah asked casually. I turned my head toward the sound of his voice and found he had loosened the buttons on his work shirt. The cuffs had been neatly rolled back to the elbow, exposing delicious forearms that would never have belonged to the fat cat. They were all Jeremiah.

“Always,” I said, eyeing the tenting of his suit pants.

At a nod from Jeremiah, Wade pulled me upright, spun me around, and deposited me on the bed on my back. My head hanging over the edge. From this new upside down perspective, I could see a thin wire coat hanger dangling from Wade’s fingers. Zander hovered near Jeremiah’s shoulder, the ever loyal right-hand man awaiting his orders despite the lust I could see shining in his eyes. If Jeremiah said no, he wouldn’t touch me. I hoped he didn’t say no. I needed all of them.

“Be a good girl and swallow Wade’s cock while he gives you something to remember us by.”

I opened my mouth wide as Wade released his erection and shoved it down my throat, bringing the coat hanger down hard across my nipples. My eyes watered as he pulled almost all the way out and shoved in again, timing his thrusts with the lashing pain across my breasts. Wade took so much of my focus, I barely noticed someone shifting my legs until a stubbled jaw brushed along the inside of my thigh. From my position, I couldn’t see much past Wade’s swinging ball sack, but the lack of noise coming from between my legs made me think Dalton had come to play. My suspicion was confirmed a moment later when he bit down on my clit. I jolted hard, gagging on Wade’s cock as my orgasm rushed toward the surface.

“She’s close. Don’t let her come yet,” Jeremiah instructed. I stomped my foot to show my displeasure, but several deep chuckles was their only reply.

A warm tongue lapped at my pussy. Long, languid strokes that felt amazing but did nothing to push me closer to that edge that seemed just out of reach. Above me, Wade’s movements became jerky and, with a final vicious twist of my nipple, he came hard down my throat. I let it fill my mouth, holding it as best I could until he’d spilled all he had. Pulling out slowly, he grinned.

“You got something for me, babe?”

I held up a hand and hooked him behind the neck, pulling him to me. His lips parted against mine and I pushed my tongue into his mouth, feeding him his release as we indulged in a sinful kiss. When I opened my eyes, Zander’s gaze caught mine over Wade’s shoulder. The sweetest of my guys had his cock in hand, ready to take me any way he wanted. Well… any way Jeremiah wanted. Between my legs, Dalton picked up the pace, licking and biting at my sensitive flesh until I was panting and squirmingbeneath his ministrations. I broke Wade’s kiss with a gasp and cast a desperate look at the voyeurs in the room.

“Please, Jeremiah,” I whined, lifting my hips to grind against Dalton’s expert tongue.

“Fuck her ass with your tongue. Get her nice and wet. You don’t get lube tonight.”

I shivered in anticipation as Dalton shifted his focus to my hole. No lube would be a rough ride for both of us. It would also be another reminder that they were real after they were gone again.

Without preamble, he speared his tongue inside me, working my tight ring in rough strokes that stole my sanity and made me desperate for more all at once. Wade reached over and shoved three fingers back into my pussy, working in time with Dalton’s thrusts as he ground his palm against my clit. Whenever I neared my peak, he would back off until I was ready to do the job myself. Finally, Dalton sat back on his heels and looked at Jeremiah.

In response to the unspoken request, he nodded toward a chair in the corner of the room. “Over there. Matilda, you’re going to sit on Dalton’s cock while Zander takes a turn eating your pussy. If you come, tonight will be over. Do you understand? Be my good girl and after Dalton has come in your ass, Zander and I will fuck both your holes.”

“Yes, sir.”

I wanted them more than my next breath. I could be good.

I approached Dalton and turned my back, easing down until the tip of his erection poked at my hole. Breathing deeply, I eased back further as Dalton gripped my hips and drove forward until he was fully seated deep inside me.

“Fucking asshole,” I shrieked, breathing deeply at the raw pain. I loved it, but some warning would have been nice.

“That’s exactly what he’s doing,” Wade quipped from where he’d collapsed on the bed. I directed a glare over my shoulder, but could only roll my eyes at the smug grin on Dalton’s face. He thrust his hips upward, driving deeper, and I groaned at the sense of fullness. He hooked my knees over his, widening our legs so that my feet couldn’t reach the floor. Zander crowded into the space Dalton had made and immediately took my clit into his mouth. I groaned, fisting Zander’s hair as Dalton guided me up and down over his length, the slide getting easier as my muscles relaxed around the intrusion.

Don’t come. Have to be good. Don’t come.

I was all sensation as Dalton’s breaths became louder in my ear. Zander worked my pussy like a fucking ice cream cone, making me double down on my internal mantra so I could be good for Jeremiah.

But it was getting so hard.

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