Page 118 of Promised in Blood

She nods, breathless.

“Good girl.” He pulls her down, impaling her on the full length of his cock, and her pussy soaks him with her juices. The wet sound of him fucking her makes my own ache.

I crawl behind her and press my chest to her back.

“We got some lube?”

Axl grabs a bottle from the bedside table and tosses it to me. After squirting almost half the bottle on my cock, I smooth the sticky gel down the length of my shaft and press the tip at her asshole. She inches forward with a guttural moan, and I press my lips to her ear. “I’m desperate to fuck you, baby, but I promise I won’t hurt you.”

She drops her head back on my shoulder, and I wrap my hand around her slender throat. “I know.”

“Yeah you do,” I growl, inching the crown of my cock past the tight ring of muscle.

“Kai,” she moans as she takes me. She feels so fucking good. So warm and snug and welcoming. It takes all my strength not to drive deep inside her in one thrust.

“That’s my sweet girl.” I push a little deeper and feel the vibration of her pussy squeezing Xavier’s cock. “You’re doing so well.”

“Yeah?” she whines.

“Yeah, Cupcake,” Xavier groans. “Taking both of our cocks like a good little slut.”

She sinks her teeth into her lip as tremors wrack her body.

“You think you can take a third, princess?” Axl kneels beside us, his hand wrapped around his thick shaft while the crown weeps with precum. I resist the urge to lick it off myself. My girl can have that pleasure.

“Yes,” she pants.

I release her throat and marvel at how her lips wrap so expertly around him. The soft sucking sounds she makes coupled with her muffled moans are fucking beautiful. And when all of us are seated inside her, we fuck her to a slow, delicious pace. Each of us taking what we want while giving her what she needs.

And as my climax builds, burning hot in my thighs and at the base of my spine, so do theirs. The maelstrom of noises—Axl’s loud grunts, Ophelia’s muffled whimpers, Xavier’s harsh groans—form a symphony in my ears. If there is a god or any kind of heaven, it’s surely right here. The euphoria racing through every nerve in my body feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The world could stop turning, and I wouldn’t give a single fuck. In fact, I hope that it does so I can live in this exquisite moment for the rest of eternity.

There’s only one thing missing. One person. And I know we all feel his absence even as we embrace the indescribable pleasure of our climax. We each fall off the cliff, one after the other, and when we can barely breathe from the strength of the orgasm that just ripped through every single one of us like we’re a single entity, we fall into a heap on the bed. One messy pile of cum-covered bodies. One unit. Missing a vital piece, but still whole. And he’ll be back before sunrise.

I’m sure of it.

Chapter

Forty-Three

ALEXANDROS

The trees flash by in a dark blur of muddy brown as we run through them toward the mountain that looms over the valley like a portent of doom.

My anxiety grows as we draw nearer. Which is surely to be expected at the prospect of finding my son and not knowing the state he will be in. In my mind, he is a grotesque version of his younger self. Dark holes where his eyes once were, crawling with maggots that feast on his soul. His black lips curled back over a snarling set of fangs, face twisted with vengeance and hatred. That is the only version of him I can easily recall. Despite himnever actually having looked like that, it is all I see when I think of him. It is much harder to find images of his true self. The one who looked so much like me.

Giorgios slows his pace until he comes to stop, and I do the same. He pulls up the hood of his cloak and nods to the foot of the mountain, which houses a deep cave. “That is where he is hiding, brother.”

I glance around, looking for signs of guards or other protection and trying to sense any dark magic in the vicinity, but I find nothing. “Do you know if he has anyone in there with him?”

Giorgios shakes his head. “No. But at most, he will have what? An army of sireds? You and I can make our way through them without pausing for breath.”

Whilst he speaks the truth, I am wary still of walking into the unknown. Albeit only a few short months ago, I would have had no such qualms. But now I have so much more to lose.

“We can at least take a look around and return with our own army should we need to. With your mind and my teleportation, we will be able to detect any foul play as soon as we enter the cave.”

I swallow my trepidation, and we head to the cave entrance. It is quiet and still, and I cannot sense any sign of any life inside. We edge deeper into the darkness, our eyes able to see much better than most creatures in the dark, but as we make our way farther in, the total absence of even a glimmer of light makes it impossible to see. I search for any signs of energy but feel nothing. Not even Giorgios.

Something is very wrong. My powers do not work in here.

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