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A pledge made by necessity, and offered by force.

A cup she drinks from of her own free will, draining though my cock strains, fit to rupture as my blood mingles with the others in a scarlet and serpentine trail over her breasts, ruining the dress.

The roar in my ears stills. Somewhere above us, Harken’s bell tolls. Once. Loud enough for the world to hear.

Beneath it all, my father laughs and leans back to watch the show, his mortal facade merging with the monster beneath. We all have one of those, but there will be time to explore that with her later. For now, Adreana is ours.

The thickness in my chest expands past the point of feasibility. Our hands part as I grip her dress and shred it with my claws, uncaring if I slice through her skin to her bones. Uncaring of the scream that leaves her lips, the way her thighs pulse around my cocks.

I no longer have to be careful of the woman I’ve obsessed over for too many nights. She’s mine now, and I’ll destroy her at will with two other immortals. Shatter her, ruin her, and put her back together the way I want. Because this is my fucked-up version of love. Obsession. Need.

Now, she’ll take us all.

Chapter Thirty-Three

As Above, So Below

Lethe

I sink lower on the floor the moment the bell tolls above us, filling Harken with its message. The monster’s father laughs, and the deal is signed in the blood she imbibes, unaware Mana claimed hers in the process, slicing her thigh open on the inside.

I thought I wanted to lick her before but now my saliva drips down my chin. I stare at the full, crimson beads tinged with the slightest hint of green that swirls within, like bloodstone. She’s filled with a mix of us all. A keening fills the room, and I realize after a moment it comes from me.

Rough hands catch my hair, yanking my head back. Kaleb stares down into my face, his eyes hard, unforgiving. The angles of his face flicker as he becomes what he’s truly supposed to be in the presence of his sire.

“Will you serve her?” he rasps, his throat working as his flesh darkens, hardens.

My hands tremble around their legs as I nod, unable to make more than the base sounds with my own mouth that refuses to work under duress. My balls ache as I rub myself against Mana’s leg, humping him like a dog in heat.

I expect him to fling me off in my desperation, but instead he winds some of the ribbons he made of her dress around my nape, and together they push my face between her legs.

Her tainted blood smears my lips, my cheeks, flows into my mouth as they rub my face into her pussy, blessedly bare. I mumble my thanks, pray at the altar of my goddess as I lick and suck and drink the benediction she offers.

The moans above me are cut off as Mana snarls something, but I stop listening at that point. Kaleb is my God,guiding my mouth over her, his touch as unforgiving as his darkening eyes. Not allowing me a single breath, he uses my mouth to rub her to orgasm while I fight for air into my lungs, giving her everything.

Mana’s bulge strains next to my face, Kaleb’s cock insistent behind my head. I’m trapped in my position of servitude as he works me hard, calloused fingers digging into the back of my head as her legs soften, and liquid heat floods my mouth.

Ambrosia coats my tongue as she comes, her sounds muffled above but I don’t need to hear them to know we’ve done our job. I flounder behind me, stretching back for Kaleb. His hand clasps mine in a death grip, cracking my knuckles in recognition and reward as he lets me have coveted air.

Only for a second as his mouth crashes over mine, his tongue brutally invading my mouth. “Well done, little fallen,” he hisses, his newly forked tongue stroking my lips as pre-cum leaks from my cock. “Do you want your reward now?” His eyes glow with fervor, fingers fisted tight in my hair.

I nod as his other hand strays to the front of his pants, and I watch with eager eyes, my mouth falling open, already covered with her slick. It only seems fair that I share him, too.

“Wait.” Mana’s command cracks over us, stilling everything.

“Please,” I beg, turning my eyes on him. I trail the hand still wrapped around his leg and hers up his thigh. “Master,” I plead, lost, and needing his direction.

His eyes soften as he gazes down at me. “This is what you want?” The question there gives me hope.

I nod, arching back as he pets my head, giving me his thumb to suck. “Errvoolll,” I say logically around his digit.

Mana laughs softly. “As you wish,” he whispers, his eyes alight like Kaleb’s. He leans down and kisses me gently. “Wouldyou like to fuck her after we’ve had our turn? Once we’ve brutalized her, you can sully her with your filthy angel seed?”

The offer has me fit to burst. “Last, please,” I gasp, tears prickling my eyes. “May I lick you?”

He shakes his head, amusement filling his face as he takes his thumb away, leaving me empty. “No. But you may warm him until she’s ready.” He turns away and dismisses me.

I blink, bereft, until Kaleb’s touch finds my jaw, firm but not cruel.

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