Page 13 of Kissed By Shadows

“How the fuck am I meant to fit that in my mouth?” I gasp, my wide eyes tracing over his thick, veiny member. Three deep masculine chuckles whisper over my skin, making my nipples pebble and harden in my bra.

He’s probably around the same length as Nikolai, perhaps a little thicker, and there are no piercings on his actual dick, but a glint of metal sits nestled in the blond curls at the base of his pubic bone.

Tilting my head, I wonder how that works when a breath tickles my left ear.

“You grind on it when he’s deep inside that tight little cunt of yours, Little Lamb,” Rowan murmurs in my ear, my nerve endings tingling at the visual he just created.

“Noted,” I breathe out, licking my lips as I hold Hunter in my fist.

“Why don’t you have a taste, Princess?” Roman encourages, sweeping my hair to one side before wrapping it around his fist. The slight tug has a sharp breath falling from my lips, but he doesn’t pull, just holds it out of my way.

Doing as he suggests, I lower my mouth to Hunter’s tip, my tongue darting out to lap at the top where a drop of pre-cum glistens.

“Fuuuck,” Hunter groans, the deep, pained sound making my thighs clench. His salty flavour bursts on my tongue, and I swirl the taste around my mouth, getting used to it. It’s not bad, just different from anything I’ve ever tasted before.

“He liked that. Do it again, only swirl your tongue around his head,” Roman commands in a rasping tone, and following his lead once more, I do as he says.

Hunter’s hips buck, another curse falling from his lips, and white-hot lust flows through me. I didn’t expect to be so turned on doing this.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Rowan praises from my side, and a small whine slips past my lips as I take Hunter into my mouth, sucking lightly.

“That’s it, baby. Try taking him a little deeper,” Roman urges. So taking a deep breath through my nose, I sink further down his length, my lips stretching to accommodate his girth. “Look how out of control he already is for you.”

Rolling my eyes upwards, I freeze when I find Hunter’s burning gaze on me, the veins on his arms standing out as he grips the arms of the throne.

“He won’t tell you, but he’s close to exploding already and you’ve barely started,” Rowan whispers, and having both the twins with me, praising and guiding me has ruined my knickers. I can feel the dampness seeping into them, my thighs clenching and shifting as I try to ease the tension that’s building between them. “I think our Lamb needs some attention too, brother.”

I gasp, swallowing Hunter a bit more when an arm comes around me and a hand dips under the hem of my skirt, slipping underneath my lace knickers.

“Fuck, she’s soaked for you, Hunt,” Roman grits out, a deep groan from Hunter sounding above me as a moan leaves my lips and falls around his cock when Roman slides his fingers between my folds.

Hunter’s hips jerk forward, and I gag when he hits the back of my throat, Roman using the distraction to slide two fingers inside my dripping pussy. It stings, and the tears filling my eyes aren’t just due to the huge cock in my mouth.

“That’s it, swallow him down while my brother finger fucks that sweet cunt,” Rowan growls, and another moan vibrates down my throat, Hunter pulling his hips back, only to snap them forward and bury himself down my throat once more.

The slight pain between my legs blooms into something softer, but no less devastating as pleasure rocks through me. I can’t move, only remain frozen as Hunter starts to fuck my mouth, my saliva dripping down my chin as I hold onto his dick with one hand, the other digging into his jeans-clad thigh.

“You’re going to come when he does, Princess. Cover my fingers in your sweet nectar as he fills your mouth and throat with his cum,” Roman instructs, using his clever fingers to bring me closer to release.

“Fucking hell, Roman,” Hunter grits out, and I look up at him through a watery gaze to see his jaw clenched, his hands stillgripping the arms of the throne as he pumps his hips forward and back.

“I know you love the dirty talk, Daddy,” Roman teases, and lightning shoots through me at the term and its implication. Are they together in some way? Why does that thought make me even hotter, my thighs clenching while wondering what they get up to?

“Fucking brat,” Hunter snarls, moving faster, Roman matching his pace until I can imagine it’s Hunter fucking my pussy and not just my face.

A shattered gasp leaves my lips when the sharp blade of a knife is pressed against my throat, and then my orgasm hits me like a freight train, a scream tearing from my throat as my body locks up in exquisite bliss.

My release must trigger Hunter’s as he roars, thrusting down my throat and pulsing as he empties himself, leaving me no choice but to swallow. Roman keeps finger fucking my pussy, pushing against my spasming inner walls and prolonging my release until I’m whimpering. Part of me wants to beg him to stop, yet the other part needs him to keep going as I’m frozen with a knife against my throat.

Hunter pulls from my mouth, slumping back in his seat, his still-hard cock on full display as his chest heaves.

“Fucking Christ,” he whispers, closing his eyes and resting his head back.

Roman finally stops, withdrawing his fingers and holding his hand up. It glistens, and in the next moment, Rowan is leaning forward to lick his brother’s fingers, still holding the knife to my throat.

“She tastes so sweet, like honey and chocolate,” he moans, and I don’t even dare slump, regardless of my body begging me to.

“Put the fucking knife away, Rowan.” Hunter sighs, not even opening his eyes. My body collapses as soon as the blade disappears, Roman wrapping his arms around me, ignoring his twin’s growl at no longer having his hand to lick.