Page 87 of Things Get Dark

“W–who are you?” I whisper, looking into the dark pits and trying to discover all his secrets. He grins, and a shiver pebbles my skin with goosebumps.

“I might be your best dream,” he murmurs, closing the small distance between us, his fingers coming up to trace my cheek. More shudders cascade over me before my eyelids flutter.

“Or your worst nightmare,” another voice says from directly behind me, making me jump. I spin, only to be confronted with the same man who was just before me. My lip trembles as my heart pounds.

Heat at my back has me gasping before enormous arms wrap around me.

“Let me go,” I beg, my body shaking as fear and want war within me. It’s too much, my mind telling me this is wrong while my body is begging for more.

“No,” the man in front of me says while dropping to his knees. My chest heaves as he skims his palms up my legs, his focus on my crotch.

“Stop.” My hands claw the arms holding me, which only tighten with my struggles, but my legs refuse to fight like the rest of me, allowing the man at my feet to caress them with his large hands.

“No,” the man behind me whispers, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear and leaving me breathless.

“Please, I—” I stop, swallowing when another figure looms behind the one on his knees. He’s the same as the other two; skull makeup, dark eyes, and dirty-blond hair. Shit, there are three of them and only one of me.

The newcomer steps closer, and there’s an honest-to-god crow perching on his shoulder. It opens its beak and caws, the sound making me whimper. The man tilts his head, the one on his knees pausing with his fingers curled into the waistband of my tights.

“What did you want to say, Little Doe?” the man behind me asks, nuzzling the side of my face. It’s like that one soft touch steals my fight, my body softening in his grip and my mind accepting that I want this more than I’m afraid of the consequences, of what it will mean for me to allow these strange men to do what they like to me.

“I, that is, um…” I close my eyes, unable to look at any of them as the truth comes spilling out. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Had sex with three strange men in a haunted house?” the one on his knees asks, amusement in his tone. I shake my head.

“Well, no, but also, just the first part.” I crack my eyes open as I say the last, watching the man still standing in front of me as he stares at me. The others have frozen, then the one behind me lets out a deep exhale.

“Are you telling us, Little Doe, that you’re a virgin?” His voice is strained, and I can’t work out whether my confession is a good or bad thing, whether they’ll stop. Then suddenly, the idea that they might makes my chest go tight.

“Yes, I’m a virgin,” I whisper, licking my lips.

“Fuck, baby,” the kneeling guy murmurs, and I gasp when he nuzzles his face into my crotch, taking a deep inhale. Heat fills my veins like lava is running through them, a pleasurable shiver working up my spine. “No one has ever kissed you here?”

“N–no,” I answer, my cheeks on fire. I don’t know why I find my lack of sexual experience embarrassing. I suppose few girls in their early twenties still have never had sex, but honestly, the guys in real life held nothing to the book boyfriends I had. Well, until now I guess.

The energy in the room changes, like an elastic band snapping, and the man on his knees growls before practically tearing my tights down, my panties following. My chucks are hurriedly unlaced, and then I’m standing with my bare feet on the cold floor, naked under my skirt.

“I’m going to edge you, Little Doe,” the guy on his knees breathes out, the hot air from his mouth fanning across my pussy and leaving me gasping. “You may not come until we say you can.”

He gives me no time to answer, my knees buckling as his tongue licks a hot, blistering line up my slit. Groaning, he throws one leg over his shoulder, and I’m thankful for his brother holding me up because the way he tongue fucks my pussy has me in a quivering mess in seconds.

“Does that feel good, little one?” the man behind me asks, licking the shell of my ear. I gasp and pant as pleasure travels all over my body, fire building in my core.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my nails digging into the forearms of the guy holding me up.

“Not God, Little Doe,” he whispers, lowering his lips to my neck and sucking. “That’s Corvus between your beautiful virgin thighs. I’m Corbin, and in front of you is our brother, Crawford.”

My gaze snaps to the man watching, his muscular arms crossed as he steps closer, the talons of his crow digging into his bare shoulder. His eyes bore into mine, and there’s something about his silent presence that has the heat in my core turning into an inferno.

Corvus suddenly stops, sitting back on his heels, and I slump after being so fucking close to what I suspect was going to be so much better than anything my vibrator has ever given me. Glancing down, my chest heaving, I catch his eyes, his lips pulled up in a smug as fuck grin. His makeup is smeared around his mouth, the look so debauched that more wetness coats my inner thighs.

“Please,” I beg, my core clenching with just how close I was.

“You beg so prettily,” he muses, swiping a thumb across his lips. “And I really want to give you an orgasm, but good girls have to wait.”

Then he dives back in, the noise of him eating me out fucking obscene. I throw my head back, resting it on Corbin’s shoulder as he holds me up for his brother. Fire builds inside of me once more, and I cry out when Corvus stops again, letting me cool off for a moment before he continues to build me up.

I’m a sweating, hot mess, begging and pleading with them to let me come, but they ignore my words as he brings me to the brink again, and again, and again, never letting me fall off. I know what edging is, have read about it in the pages of my darkromance novels, and while part of me hates the denial, another part relishes how each time I get a bit closer, it’s stronger. When he finally lets me fall, it’ll be soul-destroying.

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