Page 23 of The Darkest Gift

I rise on slightly shaky legs, moving to straddle Mason's lap. He guides me to turn around, facing Elijah. I slowly lower myself onto Mason's cock, gasping as he stretches and fills me. The position lets me control the depth and pace, and I take my time, savoring every inch as I sink down onto him.

"Oh god," I moan, my head falling back against Mason's shoulder. "You feel so good inside me."

Mason's hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I start to ride him. The slow, torturous pace has us both panting with need. I can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slides in and out of my wet heat.

"Look at him," Mason growls in my ear. "See how badly he wants to be where I am right now."

I force my eyes open, meeting Elijah's heated gaze. The raw hunger in his eyes is staggering, a maelstrom of lust and frustration swirling in those icy blue depths. His chest heaves as he watches me impale myself on Mason's cock.

"Tell him, darling," Mason purrs in my ear, his voice a sinful caress. "Describe every detail. Let him imagine exactly what he's missing."

I lock eyes with Elijah, a wicked smile curving my lips. "Oh Elijah," I breathe, my voice husky with pleasure. "You should feel how deep he is inside me. How his cock stretches me so perfectly, filling me completely."

Mason's hands tighten on my hips, guiding me into a slow, sensual grind. I gasp as the new angle causes him to hit that spot deep inside that makes me see stars.

"His cock is so thick," I continue, watching as Elijah's pupils dilate even further. "I can feel every ridge, every vein as he slides in and out of my pussy. And the way he curves up slightly? God, it hits just the right spot with every thrust."

Elijah's cock twitches visibly at my words, a bead of precum sliding down his length.

"Remember how it felt, Elijah?" I taunt, my voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "When Mason took you from behind at the gala? How his cock stretched you open, made you feel so full you thought you might burst?"

A strangled groan escapes Elijah's throat, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as if overwhelmed by the memory. When they open again, they're blazing with a mix of hunger and something darker, more dangerous.

"I bet you can still feel it," I continue, my words punctuated by soft moans as Mason starts to thrust up into me more forcefully. "The delicious burn as he first pushed inside you. The way your body resisted at first, then opened up so beautifully for him."

Mason's teeth graze my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. "He was so tight," he growls against my skin. "He took my cock so perfectly."

I smile wickedly, never breaking eye contact with Elijah. "Mason told me all about it," I purr. "How tight and hot you were around him. How you moaned so prettily when he finally bottomed out inside you."

Elijah's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking beneath the skin. But I can see the effect my words are having on him. His cock is painfully hard now, angry red and leaking steadily.

"Did you want to beg, Elijah?" I ask, my voice dripping with mock innocence. "Did you want to plead for Mason to fuck you harder, deeper? How did you feel, coming on his cock?"

A strangled groan escapes Elijah's throat, his hips twitching and jerking. The sight of him so desperate, so on edge, sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me.

"Mason," I gasp, grinding down harder on his cock. "Please, I need more. Fuck me harder, make me come."

Mason's grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "Is that what you want, darling?" he purrs, his voice rough with lust. "You want me to pound this tight pussy of yours until you're screaming my name?"

"Yes," I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder. "God, yes. Please, Mason. I need it."

With a growl, Mason suddenly lifts me off his lap. I whimper at the loss of his cock inside me, feeling empty and aching. But before I can protest, he's maneuvering us onto the floor.

"On your side," he commands, guiding me to lie down. He positions himself behind me, lifting my top leg and hooking it over his arm. The position leaves me spread open, fully exposed to Elijah's hungry gaze.

"Look at him," he orders, his voice low and dangerous. "I want you to look Elijah in the eyes as I fuck you."

I obey, meeting Elijah's heated stare just as Mason slams into me. The sudden fullness again tears a cry from my throat, pleasure spiking through me like lightning.

"Oh fuck," I gasp, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth floor. "Mason, yes!"

Mason's punishing pace pushes me closer and closer to the edge. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me, my nerves singing with ecstasy. I can feel thetension coiling tighter in my core, a spring wound so taut it's ready to snap.

"Oh god, Mason!" I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

My eyes lock onto Elijah's, drinking in the raw hunger and desperation etched across his features.

Mason's hand snakes around to rub tight circles on my clit, and the added stimulation has me arching my back, crying out in bliss. "That's it, darling," he growls in my ear. "Let go. Come. Let Elijah watch you fall apart for me."

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