Page 132 of Wicked Heirs

“Oh shit,” I groaned, as Xavier eased out a little, only to have Orpheus slide in deeper.

I was so full I could barely breathe, barely even think straight, the burn another level, yet I was dripping all over the place.

“Yes,” I found myself gasping. “Fuck… more.”

They started to move in and out of me, gliding along one another’s shafts, while Orpheus also began pumping the bottle in my ass.

My screams sounded like they weren’t my own, they were so wild and unhinged as I struggled to deal with the overstimulation and the amazing fullness.

And then they became garbled as Talon thrust his cock down my throat.

“Give it to her hard, boys,” Orpheus said.

That was exactly what they did, pounding into me brutally, my breasts smushing into the dirt as they basically fucked me into the ground. My screams were garbled with Talon basically skull-fucking me with my head still turned to the side, his shaft rubbing up against the dirt as he did.

Ecstasy hit me so suddenly that I didn’t have time to even prepare as it ripped me apart at the seams.

Over and over and over.

It was all too much, exactly as I wanted it, but it took me over, the pleasure wracking my body like an unstoppable wave.

I let it all go.

White spots filled my vision.

And then I passed out.

24

~Xavier~

“You’re being impossible!” Alena cried, giggling as Talon snagged her around the waist before she could head into Orpheus’ ensuite bathroom to take the shower she wanted so she could get going and go to class.

He dropped her on the bed, and then Orpheus was there, pouncing on her and caging her in. She looked so alluringly edible in her little purple and gold negligee. The purple had just made it all the more enticing for Ore.

I was there in a blink, pushing out of the covers where I’d been relaxing and watching Tal and Ore tickling her and messing with her, teasing her.

I was behind her at her head then, and I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers and took her in a brief upside down kiss, before easing back and stroking her hair in that way I loved to do. It was my love language with her.

Ore’s was getting up intimidatingly close in an all-consuming way and challenging her, his eyes burning into her angel eyes that sparked with the hint of the devil.

And Talon’s was his playfulness with her.

We’d all slept in Ore’s room again, because she loved his four-poster bed and what she calledluxurioussheets. And she’d also developed an affinity for his balcony garden. During breaks between ravaging her, she spent time out there talking to the flowers and listening to him telling her about the specific spells he’d used to grow them, along with the special care each one required to thrive. He’d been over the moon that she felt that way and had taken an interest in something he loved.

It didn’t matter to me where it was, I just enjoyed having her with us and for whatever reason, not just getting physical.

In fact, we hadn’t made love last night.

After exploring her primal kink a few nights ago, we’d been going easy on her to give her time to absorb it and recover mentally. Physically, it was mere moments for a Nephilim.

We’d spent the night here doing something mundane—watching some of Talon’s action movies that he’d brought over.

The thing was, it hadn’t seemedmundanewith her present.

Nothing ever was when she was a part of it.

“Not so fast, little angel,” Ore growled, breathing her in like I was, letting her sweet cotton candy scent infuse me.

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