Page 30 of All Hallows Trick

I couldn’t hold back if I tried, not when he increased his speed, his breathing matching his cock’s frantic pace, his hands bruising my hips.

“You feel me inside her, Miz?” he asked frantically. “You feel me throbbing inside our girl, stroking your cock with every thrust?”

My eyes had fallen shut; I cracked them open to look at Misery just in time to watch him unravel, his breathing a wreck, his eyes wild gold, his mouth open and lips glossy with our shared saliva.

“Yeah, you fucking do,” Tor growled, and I watched Misery’s cold, unbreakable control crumble, his expression ragged and desperate. I’d never seen anything like it. It was glorious to behold, to watch his cheeks turn red, his neck arched, tendons standing out proudly.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, the words slipping out before my mind could process them. My mind was gone, no thoughts at all there like Miz said earlier.

A flash of vulnerability moved through Misery’s stare as he held eye contact. I closed the millimetres between us and kissed him slow and deep, full of every emotion clamouring in my chest—love, awe, frustration, desperation, and the keen edge of need. I poured all of it into him, my heart melting when he clutched me to him, my body crushed to his as he panted and moaned and came inside me.

Like a trigger, the jolt and throb of his cock raked my sensitive nerves, and my climax hit so hard my eyes rolled back. Tor’s thrusts slapped his hips against my ass, each one accompanied by a guttural grunt until he stilled, buried deep inside me, pressing his body to mine until we were all linked, impossibly close. The comfort of it hit me like a landslide. I pulled my mouth from Miz’s to bury my face against his neck as emotion struck hard.

I didn’t mean to cry, but tears slid down my cheeks as I trembled with aftershocks, my men stroking my skin with gentle hands that belied the rough treatment and coarse words they’d used with me.

“We’re right here, beautiful, we’ve got you,” Tor promised, scattering kisses across my shoulder.

“Cry as much as you need,” Misery said, his voice a rasp that made me wonder if he was crying, too.

“Hey!” Madde shouted abruptly, making us all jolt at the darkness, the sudden wrath in his tone.

Stay there, lioness. I’ll deal with this.

I forced my head to lift off Miz’s shoulder.Deal with what?

Silence.

“Madde,” I mumbled, alarm clearing any relaxation from me. “Deal with what?”

“Someone saw us,” Tor said in a low, menacing voice that made me shudder and throb around both him and Miz.

“Pull out of me,” I ordered. “Now, Miz, Tor.”

Miz did as I asked, but Tor was slower, careful with me, placing kisses on the back of my neck that did little to calm me. Who had seen us? Was it Duncan?1 Miz tucked his cock into his pants and kissed my cheek, lunging after Madde to hunt the person who saw us. Tor didn’t let me slip away as easily, his arms a cage, stroking me as I crashed hard from the high of release, cleaning me with strokes of his shadows. I didn’t ask how the hell that worked. I was too distracted for curiosity.

Darkness wrapped around my legs, looking like dark leggings on my skin.

“You’re stronger,” I realised, his shadows thicker than they’d been since last night.

“I told you I’d be fine,” he said softly, the care in his voice bringing tears back to my eyes.

“Tor, who saw us?”

“Let us handle it,” he urged, turning me to face him when he was satisfied I wouldn’t be sore. He kissed the spot between my brows. “You don’t need to worry about it.”

But heat scalded my face, mortification sour in my gut. “Someone saw us, Tor—”

“And they will die screaming for the nerve,” he promised with a chaste kiss to my lips. “Miz might love being watched, but I’ll kill anyone who dares to look upon you when you come. That ismysight. Only mine.”

His words had a profound effect. I squeezed his bicep, my throat swollen. “Don’t turn me on again, or I swear, Torment, I will end you.”

His laugh was soft and low. “What a beautiful death it would be.” He kissed me again and drew back with a frown when Miz’s footsteps crunched the ground. “Gone. Madde lost him.”

“I didnotlose him,” Madde snarled, angrier than I’d seen him, even with the Stalker last night. I ignored the way my heart quickened, the violence in my soul rising to meet his. “He vanished.”

“Who?”I demanded, holding onto Tor.

Miz and Madness exchanged a glance, and I knew then I was going to hate the answer. It was Madde who spoke, his voice dark.

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