Page 119 of The Sorcerer of Shadowholde

“Harder, Verian. I want her a drooling mess.”

Verian did as he was told, placing his hand on Vita’s neck and shifting to get a better angle. Every plunge set all her nerves aflame, her spine tingling as Renatus’ cock muffled her cries.

Without warning, an orgasm ripped through her, her legs shaking as her muscles tightened around Verian. He continued thrusting, though slowed as the aftershocks started to fade, before pulling out completely.

Another whisper from Renatus as he removed himself from her mouth, Vita’s entire body trembling with the euphoria of release. “Not yet. We’re not done with you.”

There was an icy grip on her chin, Renatus pulling her gaze to meet his. He wiped the drool from the corner of her lips before turning back to Verian with a wicked smile.

“Very good. I think she has one more in her.” His eyes were back on Vita. “Don’t you, darling?”

All she could do was nod, her words absent after how roughly Verian had fucked her. She loved being used by him, by the both of them, all thoughts gone from her mind as they took their pleasure from her. Adoration infused the acts, surrounding them all in its poignant presence.

Vita watched as Renatus positioned himself behind Verian, pressing his lips to the other man’s ear.

“You are going to fuck Vita again, but you cannot come until I give you permission. Understand?”

A whine sounded from Verian’s throat as he nodded vigorously.

“Good boy,” Renatus said, then slapped Vita’s clit again, sending an erotic jolt straight through her.

An eager grin plastered Verian’s face as he lined himself up at her entrance. Her legs were still trembling from the last orgasm, but somehow she wasn’t satiated, lust burning through her like an uncontrollable flame. She let out a hiss as he penetrated her, still tender from release and Verian thrusted slowly, testing his control.

Vita couldn’t take her eyes off of him, biting her lip at the way he tensed with concentration. He watched himself penetrate her with glazed eyes, his muscles strained with control. Then Renatus was behind him, resting his hands on broad shoulders and massaging gently.

“I need you to relax,” he said, his voice soothing.

Verian heaved a sigh, tension easing from his muscles. Vita’s mouth was agape as Renatus ran his hands down Verian’s back, a slick pop indicating the removal of the toy. Dizziness overwhelmed her, excitement buzzing her nerves as Renatus positioned himself.

Hands pressed on either side of her, Verian groaning as Renatus entered him. He paused his thrusting as he took time to adjust, Vita bucking her hips so his cock rutted in her, too dizzy with lust to be patient.

A quiet laugh from Renatus and an icy grip at her hips, then she was shaking as he plunged into Verian. The entire bed trembled like a quake was upon them.

They found a steady rhythm, Verian rocking himself between Vita’s slick cunt and Renatus’ hard cock like a pendulum, moaning with every movement. Her muscles clenched, ready for release yet again as she lay on the bed, quivering and drooling.

The look of pure bliss on Verian’s face… Vita understood it well. There was something about the simultaneous acts that made their bond even stronger, the pleasure even greater. Verian grunted as he caged her in, thrusting hard against her as Renatus fucked him.

Suddenly, Renatus’ silky voice penetrated the cloud of moans. “Do you belong to me, just like Vita does?”

Verian could only whimper an assent as he continued to thrust between cock and cunt.

“Do you want my mark?” Renatus growled and Vita shivered at the implication.

“Yes, please, Renatus…” Verian cried, barely able to get the words out.

Without missing a beat, his whole body stiffened and Renatus was at his neck, fangs puncturing tender flesh. Gods, the thought of matching wounds—marks that meant they belonged to him—almost sent her over the edge.

Verian continued fucking her while Renatus drank, though his thrusting was becoming rough, erratic, a gurgled moan on his lips. Another orgasm ripped through her at the view, watching her lovers become one, waves of pleasure running through every nerve, every bit of flesh.

Renatus pulled back with a gasp, and there was a whisper on his lips as Vita’s cunt clenched around Verian’s throbbing cock. “Come for me. Now.”

Verian let out a strained groan, blood trickling from his neck as he spilled his seed into her. The sticky warmth coated her, dripping down her thighs with every continued thrust. Then Renatus was crying out, his fingers like icy knives gripping her hips, his head resting on Verian’s shoulder as he came.

A few more thrusts and they collapsed on the bed in a heap. After a few minutes of heaving breaths, Renatus pulled Vita and Verian to the headboard, letting them rest against it as he passed a terracotta mug of water between them. The chilled liquid soothed her parched throat and she watched as he pressed the flat of his tongue to Verian’s wound, the simple act threatening to ignite her arousal yet again.

But it was time to rest, every bit of energy gone from her body, every thought absent from her mind.

“Oh, my darlings, you both were so good for me. So obedient. My perfect little pets.”

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