Page 45 of The Darkest Gift

For a moment, everything is still. Then Elijah leans forward, his tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum at the tip of Mason's cock. Mason hisses in pleasure, his hand coming to rest on the back of Elijah's head.

Elijah takes Mason into his mouth, his lips stretching around Mason's length. At the same time, he resumes his thrusts into me, setting a steady rhythm that has me moaning in ecstasy.

The room fills with a symphony of moans, gasps, and the slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Elijah sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward with each thrust into me while he takes Mason deeper into his mouth.

I can feel every inch of Elijah's cock as he moves in and out of me, the delicious drag of him against my walls sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. Each thrust hits that perfectspot deep inside me, drawing breathless whimpers from my lips. My fingers scrabble for purchase against the marble floor, nails scraping against the polished surface as I struggle to brace myself against Elijah's relentless pace.

Behind me, I hear Mason's low groans of pleasure. I crane my neck to watch as Elijah works Mason's cock with his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. Mason's fingers tangle in Elijah's hair, guiding his movements. The sight is intoxicating - Elijah caught between us, giving and receiving pleasure in equal measure.

Elijah's hands grip my hips tightly, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise. The pain mingles with the pleasure, heightening every sensation. I can feel the tremors running through his body, the drug still raging through his system and pushing him to new heights of arousal.

Mason's breathing grows ragged as Elijah works him with his mouth. "Fuck," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "You're so good at this, pretty boy. Such a talented mouth."

My own orgasm builds rapidly, a coiling tension in my lower belly that grows tighter with each thrust. I reach between my legs, my fingers finding my clit and circling it frantically. The added stimulation sends jolts of electricity through my body, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh god," I gasp, my voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. "Elijah, fuck, don't stop!"

Elijah responds by redoubling his efforts, his movements becoming more frenzied. I can feel his cock swelling inside me, throbbing with each pulse of his heartbeat.

With a keening cry, I come undone. Waves of ecstasy crash over me as my pussy clenches rhythmically around Elijah's cock. Stars explode behind my eyelids, my entire body shaking with the force of my release.

Elijah fucks me through it, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own orgasm. Mason's grip on his hair tightens, holding Elijah in place as he starts to thrust into his mouth.

"Fuck," Mason groans, his voice strained. "I'm close, pretty boy. You gonna swallow it all for me?"

Elijah moans around Mason's cock, the vibrations pushing Mason over the edge. With a deep guttural groan, Mason comes, emptying himself down Elijah's throat. Elijah swallows greedily, not letting a single drop escape.

The sight and sound of Mason's release triggers Elijah's own climax. With a muffled groan, he buries himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he finds his release. The warmth of his cum fills me, triggering another smaller orgasm that has me crying out and clenching around him

For a long moment, we stay frozen in place, our bodies trembling with aftershocks. The only sounds are our ragged breathing and the pounding of my heart in my ears. Slowly, carefully, we disentangle ourselves. Elijah pulls out of me with a soft groan, his half hard cock slipping free. I feel his cum trickling down my thighs as I collapse onto the cool marble floor.

Mason sinks down beside us, his usual composure slightly ruffled. His hair is mussed, tie askew, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his brow. Elijah sprawls out between us, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His golden skin is flushed.

Elijah narrows his eyes at Mason, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I thought you were going in to lodge an appeal," he says, his voice still rough from exertion.

Mason shrugs without a hint of embarrassment, his lips quirking into a wry smile. "I forgot my client's file," he admits. "Got distracted thinking about you, pretty boy. Didn't want to be away from you for too long."

Elijah snorts, a sound caught between disbelief and amusement. His golden skin is flushed, a rosy hue that spreadsfrom his cheeks down his neck and across his chest. The drug is still evident in his system - his pupils remain dilated, and fine tremors run through his muscles. But there's a clarity in his gaze now that wasn't there before, as if our encounter has burned away some of the drug-induced haze.

"So, what now?" Elijah drawls, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Are you going to leave again?"

There's something vulnerable in his voice, a hint of uncertainty that belies his casual tone. His eyes flick between Mason and me, searching for... something. Reassurance, perhaps? Or signs of deception?

Mason's grin widens, a predatory gleam entering his eyes. It's a look I know well, one that never fails to send a shiver of anticipation down my spine. "Fuck the appeal," he purrs, voice filled with promise. "I'll lodge it tomorrow."

The tension in the air shifts, crackling with renewed energy. Mason's hand trails lazily up Elijah's thigh, fingers dancing over the sensitive skin. I watch, mesmerized, as goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch.

"After all," Mason continues, his gaze locked onto Elijah's, "we have much more pressing matters to attend to here, don't we?"

Elijah's breath hitches, his cock twitching with interest despite his recent release. The drug is still clearly at work in his system, keeping him in a constant state of arousal. "And what matters might those be?" he asks, his voice dropping low and husky.

I shift closer, pressing my body against Elijah's side. My hand joins Mason's on Elijah's thigh, our fingers intertwining as we explore his heated skin together. "Well," I purr, nipping gently at Elijah's earlobe, "we still have several hours before that drug wears off. It would be a shame to waste it, don't you think?"

Epilogue

Elijah

The soft strains of "Silent Night" drift from the television. It’s Christmas day and I'm sprawled out on the plush leather couch, my feet resting in Mason's lap as he absently massages my ankles. The touch is soothing, grounding, a reminder of how much has changed in such a short time.

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