Page 250 of Rage

I wanted nothing more than to crumple to my knees and lick off the werewolf’s blood drop by drop. But we were putting on a show here, and the audience loved it when I put up a fight. Almost as much as my guys and I did.

Alistair’s shadows had released their grip on my neck, allowing me to scramble off the platform. Whirling around, I slammed into a hard chest and found myself staring up at Riff, his face paint making him look diabolically sexy. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Raff appeared from behind Riff, grinning over his shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?” he echoed his brother, his tone mocking. “Come on, Hell Bat. Let’s give your adoring fans a show they’ll never forget.”

Taking hold of each of my arms, Riff and Raff dragged me to the center of the ring, where Daemon stood with his dick still clutched in his hand. Waiting.

The twins forced me to my knees and leaned over me, crowding together so their painted faces blocked out the audience for a moment. Their eyes glowed a soft green and blue—their hue muted from their white contacts.

“How do you want this to go down, baby?” Raff asked in a lowered voice. “Make it look rough, or do you want a more authentic experience?”

I raised my gaze to theirs and nibbled my lower lip. “Make it hurt.”

The incubus flicked his attention to his twin, whose aura buzzed with excitement. “Fuck yeah. God, you’re so damn perfect. We love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” The second the last word left my mouth, I spit into Riff’s face. He blinked, the glob of spit slipping down his cheek and smudging the white makeup. He laughed, and as he laughed, he slapped me hard enough that the entire house heard, hard enough to make my eyes water and my cheek sting.

Both twins parted, allowing Daemon to stride between them.

Music started playing again, this time,“Circus Psychos”by Diggy Graves.

Raff tugged on my hair, jerking my head back and Riff wrapped his tail tightly around my throat, both of them holding me in place for the hellhound alpha.

I blinked up at him through my tears, enamored by his chiseled muscles and inked flesh that glistened under a sheen of sweat and blood. This demon was violence. He was sin, and he was looking at me like I was a favorite toy he had every intention of destroying.

“Be a good pup and open that bratty mouth.”

I kept my lips firmly sealed, and just as I hoped, one of the twins—Riff by his chipped back fingernails—roughly shoved two fingers inside my mouth and pried my jaw open by force.

Raff bent down and spit in my mouth, getting most of it on my tongue. The rest covered my face, making the fresh cut lines his brother had sliced burn.

The degradation had me eager to sate the blaze of arousal inside me.

“I said, open your fucking mouth.” Daemon’s command was hard as steel, warning me not to disobey. Being the brat I was, I was certainly tempted. But I was so hungry for him, for all of them, that this time, I obeyed.

He pushed his cock past my lips, and I moaned as his flavor hit my tongue. Warm, masculine, with notes of leather and salt.

The beat of the music filled my ears.

The burn of every eye in the house was hot on my skin.

The tail coiled tight around my throat, just tight enough to leave me gasping around the thick cock driving in and out of my mouth alongside Riff’s fingers.

The intoxicating flavor of both men seeped into my taste buds.

It was overwhelming—and I ate up every depraved second.

Daemon gripped both small horns as best as he could with his huge hand and thrust into me at a harsh pace that had his balls slapping against my chin.

The hellhound shifter’s grunts of pleasure and growl-laced pants coming from over my head were the sexiest sounds to ever meet my ears.

I strained my eyes, looking up as far as the cock jammed in my mouth would allow. Riff and Raff stared at me with feral expressions that had my pussy aching.

Riff stroked my cheek with the pad of his thumb, his claw raking against my flesh. “Fucking beautiful…”

Daemon rammed his cock deep down my throat, a less-than-subtle way of pulling my attention back on him.

Whatever he found in my eyes had his thrusts stuttering and his cock throbbing. His brow scrunched, and his perfect mouth dropped into an “O.”

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