Page 59 of There's No Place Like Oz

“You heard me, Talos.” Sasha snapped. She moved her knife up to my chin. She pressed the flat side against my check then placed the blade behind my ear. “Every time either one of you orgasms, I’ll take one piece of her.” She twirled the blade on its tip, puncturing the skin. The little bites of pain under each poke and slice heightened the sensation of my ride on Talos’ ladder, and I wouldn’t admit that she was only making it more satisfying. “An ear, her nose, her legs, her breasts. If you want to go out into the world and bring home another woman, I’ll show you exactly what the consequences are for betraying me.”

Shit. That, however, made my blood run cold. The threat was one thing, but knowing it was about to be reality was an entirely different one. I could see the glaze in his eyes, and he was as close as I was. I found myself desperate to think of anything but how good his pierced cock felt.

Which was impossible with the way he was using it. What was wrong with me that I was staring death and dismemberment in the face and I was still shaking on him?

“If you hold back, I’ll notice.” She glared at him, and I could feel the way that made him tense inside me.

Talos listened. He slammed in hard, and I cried out when her knife nicked me deeply. He pulled out, and he started to move with an unfair, dangerous, yet intoxicating rhythm.

“F-fuck, Talos.” My eyes were watering both with tears and heady orgasm. He braced me with one hand on my hips, and he leaned down over me to grab my hand and place it between my legs. My eyes widened as he pressed my own fingers against my clit, as if urging me to help get myself off.

He was urging me towards that corridor of pain and death, and I was too terrified to second guess him. He must know something I didn’t. I wanted to believe that. I had to.

My only respite was that the fear might distract me from how good he felt, but that was barely enough to save this situation.

Sasha twirled the knife in her fingers like a baton, while she watched me, waiting for my expression to give me away. I closed my eyes, trying to fight it, while a pressure was building.

“Look at this girl, so hot and bothered even when she’s being torn up and cut up. See Talos Baby, she wants to be treated this way. She wants to bleed for us.” Sasha purred. She drew a line down my neck with the blade, cutting a shallow scratch to my shoulder, then she drew back up to my ear

Talos reacted to her languid knife strokes by placing his hand on my neck. He squeezed without fully cutting off my air or circulation. A protective move to keep Sasha’s blade off me, disguised cleverly as escalating roughness.

Fuck, I wish I didn’t like this kind of roughness so much.

Talos came first, and it was hot and intense and powerful between my legs. He squeezed me harder as he filled me, while his eyes started to water—though I couldn’t say if it was more from tearful apology or pleasure.

Sasha cackled when she watched him give in, and I was fighting to not double my penalty. I stilled my hand as the only way I could save myself from following him off the cliff.

“Humans feel good, don’t they, my Mountain.” She smirked as she pressed that scalpel against my earlobe. She drew a thin line from the bottom of my ear to the top to announce her intention. “Thiswon’t feel so good though.”

A voice I’d never heard entered my head as Sasha bore down with the knife. I felt it sink into my nerves, and I cried out.

The pressure ceased. The knife dropped to the table and bounced beside my head. I looked up to see the wicked witch of the south in a head lock, Crowe choking her out from behind, while keeping her arm pinned behind her back. Severe anger reflected in every tensing of his muscles, while she fucking thrashed.

“How did you get free—”

Crowe tightened his lock, cutting off her words abruptly, then he flexed, and the spiders swarmed her. Sasha shrieked as the arachnids tied and gagged her with webs, and they left her helpless on the table. The centerpieces clattered, and the place settings were knocked onto the ground as she struggled to get free.

Crowe’scritters scurried off to start on Tobias and Leon’s bindings with another nudge of Crowe’s chin. It was like he’d taken control of her spiders just as he had control of the birds he was meant to scare away. Maybe the scarecrow had more power than I knew.

Crowe locked eyes with Talos, who was still inside me. His eyes narrowed. “I hope you weren’t planning to pull out, Tin Man.”

That voice again, this time followed by a cruel chuckle.That… that’s Talos? This is what Crowe hears?

“Why can I hear his voice directly in my mind?”I thought idly, only to get an immediate response.

Talos spoke as if he was reading my thoughts. Perhaps he was.

Crowe smirked. Could he hear the things Talos said to me, too? “Is that right?” He said aloud with a cock of his head.

A laugh reverberated through my mind. Wait, had Crowe and Talos…Talos was completely fixated on Crowe.

Crowe smirked his deceptively unfazed smirk, then he turned his attention to me. “I guess we really are the same, you and I.” He crouched down and he slipped a hand under each of my shoulders. I gazed up at him, and he lowered his face down to mine. He brushed my lips with his in a way so tender it made my heart skip a beat, then in immediate contrast, he grabbed me roughly and jerked me upright. He gave me a hard shove, and Talos caught me and hugged me into his chest. He was still inside me, and I could feel him starting to grow and harden again.

Talos placed a hand on each side of my waist, and Crowe took a position behind me.

He looked at Crowe as if they were sharing some untold secret.

“Enough denial.” Crowe repeated as he drew a massaging line of pressure down my spine. He settled his hands on my ass, and he spread my cheeks. Then he put his mouth on my neck and touched his sharp teeth to my skin. Fangs pierced flesh as he bit down just enough to make me bleed. I moaned involuntarily as he sucked on my neck. His otherwise low body temperature warmed just slightly when he drew my fluids into his throat. “I can’t wait to hear you cry on my cock, sweet girl.”

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