Page 73 of Absentia Mori

The sun was shining behind her, illuminating her like a fucking angel. She flashed that same smile until her father ushered her away.

“You’re right,” I add. “She’s our little freak.” Our lives have been entwined for as long as I can remember. It looks a lot like lust, but maybe it’s love. You don’t slaughter an entire asylum full of people together and not feel some type of way about them. A bond or whatever. Fuck. I’m so fucked. All three of us are. This chick will be the fucking death of us.

“I’m proud of you,” I whisper in her ear when I finally catch a break in the conversation.

She leans against me, her soft skin brushes against mine, and all I want to do is carry her outside and make her cum under the moonlight.

“Thank you for agreeing to the truce. I know how hard that was for you.”

I brush my lips against her earlobe, my breath heated. “What do I get in return?”

She clenches her thighs together as her breath quickens. “What do you want?”

I sweep her hair to the side so I can grip the back of her neck. “I want you bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Soaking wet and crying for my cock. And when I finally give it to you, I’m going to fuck you so deep, so fucking brutal, that you’ll be beggingmefor a truce.”

She whimpers, and her eyelids flutter as she gazes up at me. “Fuck.”

I wink as the scent of her arousal wafts between us. “Say your goodbyes, little freak. It’s time for us to go.”

My cock hardens as I watch her saunter away, her hips swaying from side to side. My mouth waters as I imagine being buried deep inside that thick ass of hers. I feel a little pre cum squirt out of my tip as I think about all the handprints I’m going to leave on her thighs and ass cheeks when I spank her.

Mordecai rests his hand on my lower back. “Deep breaths, Raithe. We’ll have her alone again soon enough.”

I want to release my cock from my pants so fucking bad. “Bathroom. Now.”

His eyes light up. “Lead the way.”

I still remember where everything in this house is from when we were part of Nocturnus. All the parties and stupid ritual ceremonies. Now I’m about to have my own fucking ritual.

As soon as we lock the door behind us, Mordecai unzips my jeans and yanks them down. “Fuck, so hard.”

He shoves me hard against the wall before getting down on his knees.

I gasp as he takes me in his mouth. “Fuck.” I thread my fingers through his black hair. “Use your teeth.”

He growls as he rolls his tongue over the tip of my cock, licking up my pre cum. I clench my ass as a deep spasm hits my core. He rakes his teeth down my shaft, the metal grill making his bite sharper.

“Mmm, you’re so good.”

He hums as he sucks, hollowing his cheeks. He squeezes my balls, and I feel the beginning of my orgasm start to climb.

I grab his head and hold it while I fuck his mouth, thrusting my cock in to the hilt. I hit the back of his throat, and he clenches my balls harder. “I’m coming. Fuck.”

I can’t contain it. My cum bursts into his mouth like a tidal wave. He grips my thighs as I grind against his face, chasing my release.

He swallows every drop before pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Good boy,” he praises. “Now you’ll last even longer when we fuck our girl later.”

I kiss him hard, tasting myself on his tongue. “You really think she’s going to stay with us forever?”

He runs his fingers gently over my eye patch. “Yes, Raithe. No one makes her feel alive the way we do.”

I nod. “Only us.”

He helps me clean myself up before we head back into the parlor room. We get a few raised eyebrows, but everyone is mostly distracted by the girls’ animated conversation about jello shots or some shit.

Fabien joins us by the fireplace. “I hope you saved some energy for me later.”

Fuck. “Don’t make me hard again. I could barely walk to the bathroom earlier.”

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