Page 9 of The Darkest Gift

"Look at you," Mason taunts, his voice a seductive growl. "So desperate for it. I bet you'd beg so prettily for my cock, wouldn't you?"

Elijah's eyes flash with defiance, but it's undercut by the naked lust in his gaze. "Fuck you," he grits out, even as his body betrays him, arching into Mason's touch.

"Oh, I plan to," Mason promises. He turns his eyes to me before looking back at Elijah, his eyes simmering with heat. "But first, I want to watch you fuck my wife. I want to see you lose control inside her tight little cunt."

His filthy words send a shock of pure desire through me. I moan, spreading my legs wider in blatant invitation. "What are you waiting for?" I challenge, my voice breathy with need.

Mason chuckles, guiding Elijah between my thighs. The head of Elijah's cock brushes against my wet folds, and we both groan at the contact. Mason leans in, his breath hot against Elijah's ear.

"Fuck her," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Fuck her like you mean it, like it's the last fuck you'll ever have. And don't you dare come until I tell you to."

With a growl, Elijah snaps his hips forward, burying himself inside me to the hilt. I cry out, my back arching off the table at the sudden intrusion. He's big, stretching me deliciously, the burn of it skirting the line between pleasure and pain. And I love it.

He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me with almost primal force. Like he is trying to punish me for dragging him into this. Each thrust drags across that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I'm reduced to a writhing, moaning mess beneath him, my nails raking down his chest hard enough to draw blood.

"Fuck, you feel so good. Why do you have to feel so good?" Elijah pants, his rhythm faltering for a moment as I clench around him. "So fucking tight."

I can feel the tension coiling in my core, building higher and higher with each savage thrust. My breaths come in short, sharp gasps, punctuated by needy whimpers. I'm close, so close, teetering right on the edge of bliss.

"I'm going to—" I manage to choke out, my words cut off by a particularly deep thrust that has me seeing stars.

"Come for me, sweetheart," Mason purrs, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Let go. Show us how pretty you look when you fall apart."

His words are the final push I need. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body arching off the table as I cry out in ecstasy. My walls clamp down on Elijah's cock, milking him, trying to draw him deeper.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Elijah groans, his hips stuttering as he fights against his own release. "I can't—"

"Stop," Mason commands sharply. "Don't you dare come yet."

Elijah lets out a frustrated groan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He stills inside me, panting heavily, his forehead resting against my collarbone. I can feel him throbbing, so close to the edge.

As I come down from my high, I become acutely aware of Mason's presence. My eyes flutter open to see him slowly stripping out of his clothes, each movement deliberate and sensual. His gaze is predatory, locked on us as he wraps a hand around his impressive cock, stroking lazily.

"You two make such a pretty picture," he murmurs, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "But I think we can make it even better."

I watch, transfixed, as Mason reaches for something on the floor. A small bottle appears in his hand, the clear liquid inside catching the dim light. He flicks open the cap and pours a generous amount onto his fingers and cock.

The scent of artificial cherry fills the air as Mason tosses the bottle carelessly onto the pile of discarded clothes. My breath catches in my throat, anticipation coiling low in my belly.

Mason's other hand comes to rest on Elijah's back. The touch is almost tender, a stark contrast to the hunger in his eyes. "Tell me, pretty boy," Mason purrs, his voice a silky caress. "Have you ever been with a man before?"

Elijah, still buried deep inside me, lets out a shaky breath. His blue eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with lust and a hint of nervousness. "Y-yes," he manages to pant out.

"Good," Mason replies, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Then you know what's coming next."

I can't tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. Elijah's face contorts, a kaleidoscope of emotions flickering across his features. His brow furrows, eyes squeezing shut as a low groan escapes his parted lips. The sound vibrates through his chest, transferring to my body where we're still intimately connected.

"Mason," Elijah gasps, his voice strained. "God, that's-"

I watch, mesmerized, as pleasure and discomfort war for dominance on his face. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking beneath the skin. I can only imagine the sensation of Mason's fingers working him open, preparing him for what's to come.

"Tell me how it feels, pretty boy," I murmur, running my hands along Elijah's trembling arms.

He lets out a shaky laugh, blue eyes flying open to meet mine. "Intense," he manages. "So fucking intense."

Suddenly, Elijah's hips jerk forward, driving him deeper into me. The unexpected movement pulls a moan from my throat, pleasure sparking through my oversensitive nerves. I can feel his cock twitching inside me, pulsing with each careful thrust of Mason's fingers.

"Fuck," I breathe, arching my back. "Do that again."

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