Page 198 of Quinlan

Today is the first in a chain of deadly events that are about to happen.

I guess it’s only appropriate to initiate it with blood. With this sick, twisted and hot ceremony.

With Liam’s fingers buried in her pussy while the knife carves into her body.

“Your pretty cunt loves us. Loves the pain.” Once Liam pulls the knife and his fingers away from her, he places the knife behind her on the counter. He grabs her by the hips, bending to run his tongue along the open cut. “You were soaked when I marked you.”

Quinlan tilts her head lower, watching Liam. Moaning for Liam, arching her body to him, she begs him to keep going.

“Fuck, you taste good. You took it like such a good girl.” Fire flickers in his eyes as he gazes up at her. As he sucks on her blood. “This isn’t over, though.” One last swipe of his tongue, and he’s up. “You’ll have three marks on you, little flame. One for each of us.”

“Please.” She nods, squeezing me. Rubbing me.

“Fuck,” he groans, hands on her cheeks. Pauses for the sweetest, longest second before his mouth slants over hers. Before he dips his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her blood on him.

I’m not sure she’s aware her hands are moving on me and Damien. Neither of us stops her.

“You’re so good. You’re everything,” Liam groans between one desperate kiss and the other. “Hearing the things you’re willing to do for us. We’ll do more for you. So much more. We’ll gut people for you. Destroy anyone who hurts you. You’ve suffered enough, baby. Those days are over. You hear? You have us. You’ll always have us.”

“I have you,” she repeats.

Her fist is small and warm, and she fucks my cock just right, even dry. It’s a goddamn agony to pull away. But I see the look in Liam’s eyes. So does Damien.

“Going to fuck you.” Liam’s jeans come undone, his cock out while I haul Quinlan to the counter. While Damien pushes her legs apart. “Our good girl.”

Liam’s fingers are still damp with her arousal. He smears what’s left of it on her cheeks, down her neck and I can’t help it. I lick it off her. I suck on it until I’m sure her taste won’t ever leave my mouth.

“For you. I’ll always be that person for you.” Quinlan spreads her attention between the three of us. Fierce and so needy that my sanity is quickly slipping away with how beautiful she is. “Dirty and good for you and murderous for the three of you. Always.”

We sound like animals. We touch and grope and pull on every part of her.

Then it’s Liam lining himself to her soaked cunt, his head throbbing and wet. His hands are firm on her hips, holding her hard enough to make Quinlan cry out. She grasps the sides of hisneck, crying louder when he slams himself into her. All the way in.

“Liam, yes.” Every word is punctuated by each one of his punishing strokes. Her hands are on his neck, thumbs pressed to his jaw. Cheek. His scar. “Please. It hurts so good. Don’t stop. There. Yes. Please. Please. Please.”

He goes faster, merciless, drawing screams and pleas and tears out of Quinlan. Her gray eyes grow to black, endless pools. She pulls her to him, his forehead on hers. I can’t stop looking at them. Every part, every movement. I’m drawn. Turned on. I love them.

“Oh, fuck.” His eyes close as he’s fucking her harder.

I see it, how his biceps flex with the effort to keep her in place. Quinlan twists his face, her tongue and lips stroke and trace every inch of his scar.

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck, little flame.” His lips part, and I can tell he’s close. “I love you. How I fucking love you.”

She needs to come. Liam would want it, but he’s too lost in the pleasure he takes from her to notice. So I pinch her nipple, tugging on the hardened peak. Quinlan’s cries are addictive, and I draw more of those out of her as I fuck my fist at a safe distance from Liam.

Damien has stepped behind Liam’s back, his hand wrapped around Quinlan’s foot and he’s sucking on her ankle. Liam ruts into her, and Damien holds her foot in place, his eyes rolling, moaning as his fingers dig into her calf, his free hand stroking his length.

Liam takes her lips again, and he’s not gentle anymore. He’s the most brutal he’s ever been. No more hiding from Quinlan. No more lurking in the shadows. He’s being himself and Quinlan loves it.

She comes from how much she loves it. I don’t have to feel her squeezing my cock to know her orgasm pulses through her beautiful body.

Liam’s growl is such a base one. It reverberates from his chest.

“Every drop, little flame. Take it. Daddy needs this pretty cunt full.” Liam thrusts, his hips hitting the edge of the counter as he empties himself inside her. “Our beautiful girl, taking every. Single. Drop.”

Damien releases her. As soon as Liam draws out of Quinlan, he’s there to take her.

“Fuck.” He grabs her neck and waist, moving her with him. Leaning in to her lips. “You taste good everywhere, darling.”

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