Page 10 of The Darkest Gift

Mason chuckles wickedly from behind Elijah. "Patience, my love. We're just getting started. Use that pretty mouth of yours," he commands, his voice low and rough. "Distract our boy here while I work."

A thrill runs through me at his words. Without hesitation, I wrap my hand around the back of Elijah’s neck, fingers tangling in his soft blonde hair.

"Come here," I growl, yanking him down to crush his lips against mine.

The kiss is brutal from the start - all clashing teeth and battling tongues. Elijah meets my fervor with equal intensity, pouring his frustration and desire into the savage dance of our mouths. I can taste the metallic tang of blood as his teeth catch my bottom lip, tearing the delicate skin.

God, it hurts. But the pain only heightens every sensation, setting my nerve endings on fire.

I pull back just enough to hiss, "Trying to punish me, pretty boy?"

Elijah's laugh is more of a breathless gasp. "Maybe," he pants against my lips. "Is it working?"

"Fuck yes," I groan, diving back in for another bruising kiss.

Chapter 7

Iris

My body feels electric, caught between the relentless assault of Elijah's mouth and the exquisite fullness of him still buried inside me. Every shift of his hips sends sparks of pleasure ricocheting through me. It's too much and not enough all at once.

I know Elijah is trying to hurt me, to make me feel even a fraction of the overwhelming sensations he's experiencing. But even as I taste copper on my tongue, even as my lips sting and throb, I can't help but revel in it. This is exactly what I wanted. What I needed.

I sense a shift in the energy behind Elijah, and suddenly his teeth clamp down hard on my bottom lip. He pulls, whimperinginto my mouth as his body goes rigid above me. The sting is sharp and immediate, making me gasp.

"Fuck," I breathe, realizing what's happening. Mason has just pushed inside him.

Elijah's trembling intensifies, his breath coming in short, ragged pants against my lips. I can feel every twitch and pulse of his cock inside me as he adjusts to the new sensation. His eyes are squeezed shut and his brow furrows.

"That's it, pretty boy," Mason's smooth voice drifts from behind Elijah. "Take it nice and slow, push back toward me."

I want to see Mason's face, to drink in the satisfaction I know must be etched across his features. But I'm pinned beneath Elijah, forced to experience this moment through the exquisite tension in his body and the symphony of his gasps and whimpers.

"How does he feel?" I manage to ask, my voice husky with arousal.

Mason chuckles, the sound vibrating through Elijah and into me where we're joined. "Tight," he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. "So fucking tight and hot around my cock."

Elijah lets out a choked moan, his hips rocking instinctively, driving him deeper into me and back onto Mason. The movement sends shockwaves of sensation through my body, my oversensitive nerves singing with pleasure and pain.

"I knew you'd take it so well," Mason continues, his words punctuated by shallow thrusts that have Elijah shaking. "Like you were made for this. Made to be split open on my cock while you're buried in my wife's sweet cunt."

The filthy praise seems to undo Elijah further. A broken whimper escapes his throat as he drops his forehead to my shoulder, his hot breath fanning across my sweat-slicked skin. I run my fingers through his hair soothingly, marveling at the way he's surrendering to the intensity of the moment.

He shudders, a full-body tremor that I feel in my very core. When he lifts his head, his blue eyes are glassy and unfocused, pupils blown so wide the iris is just a thin ring. He looks wrecked in the most beautiful way.

My gaze flicks over Elijah's shoulder, finally landing on Mason. The sight of him steals the breath from my lungs. His dark hair is tousled, lips parted as he pants harshly. A light sheen of sweat glistens on his skin, highlighting the flex and shift of his muscles as he works his hips in a steady rhythm.

But it's the raw hunger in his eyes that makes my heart stutter. They blaze with wicked satisfaction and possessive desire as they meet mine. A smirk curls the edges of his mouth, sinful and promising.

"I'm going to fuck him now," Mason says, his low voice sending shivers down my spine. "I'm going to fuck him hard and deep until he's screaming. And you're going to take every inch he gives you, aren't you, darling?"

"Yes," I breathe, desire pulsing thick and heavy in my veins. "God, yes."

Elijah tenses, a flicker of trepidation crossing his face before it's swallowed by the haze of lust once more. Mason's hands settle on his hips, gripping tight. There's a suspended moment, a held breath, the calm before the storm.

Then Mason snaps his hips forward, driving into Elijah with one brutal thrust.

But it's his eyes that captivate me most. Those dark, dangerous eyes that seem to see straight through to my wicked soul. They blaze with a primal hunger, a possessive fire that consumes everything in its path. In this moment, Mason looks every inch the predator I know him to be. Powerful. Relentless. Utterly in control.

---