Page 35 of Sinful Mates

“Fuck off.” Zethan crouched down on his elbows to kiss me, his defiance and lips burning with the flames of the Underworld.

Someone’s hand clasped my breast and neck, Castor’s I think, although I couldn’t tell who with Zethan’s lips crushing mine. Whoever he was, he waited for Zethan to move onto my neck, down my sternum, sucking in a nipple at a time.

Daddy’s dark eyes burned into mine as he tilted my head back to rub the head of his cock along my mouth, penciling his love over my lips. “Hi, beautiful.”

Slade slammed into me and cursed. Seated deeply inside me, he shoved Alaric down to my pussy. “Take care of her clit, and then come dick me.” On subsequent strokes, he didn’t sink into me as deeply to allow Alaric room without getting his head pounded too.

“Yes, President.” Alaric devoured my clit, alternating between sucking and lapping at it, and I cried out, arching my back, crushing his lips to my sizzling flesh.

Zethan’s tongue circled my nipples, and I screamed at the friction of his padded tongue on my sensitive flesh.

Castor buried his cock in my mouth and gently slid in and out, rubbing my neck and jaw, ensuring my throat stayed open for him. “Fuck, Dark Sorceress,” he growled, stroking my throat, clamping his hand around it.

Representing the god of Science and Knowledge, Castor longed to experiment with different sexual positions and scenarios, and this ticked off another of his ambitions. Thrills rippled through me at being able to give him this reward.

Being with all of them at once was incredibly addictive. A high I never encountered from any alcohol, drug, or sex with one person. We were a family. Meant to be together like this, stronger together. Our love a force of fucking nature. Our bond enough to ignite the world.

Zethan dragged his mouth to my throat, nudging Castor’s hand away, and Daddy cradled my head. He didn’t force himself any deeper than I could take. I wrapped my tongue around his head as he slid into me.

With the four of them taking care of all my needs, Alaric sucking my clit like a fucking starfish, they quickly brought me to my second orgasm.

Castor shuddered as I cried over his shaft. “Fuucckk, baby.”

Alaric kissed both of my thighs before leaving me to move behind Slade. Rock-hard and aching, he was pounding into the president with a speed and pressure he didn't use on me. Slade lifted an arm and wrapped it around Alaric's neck, locking him there.

So hot. Watching those two was just as much of a turn-on as Zethan giving Castor a blow job. Slade hinted at some sexual tension with Alaric after a church meeting when the president ground into Alaric from behind and stroked his chest.Damn pussy teases!They had me steamed up and jumping Castor after the meeting finished.

Sweltering from the heat of all the bodies and the way they were all into each other, I groped for Zethan’s cock, taking it in hand, gliding up and down. His groan vibrated against my ribs as he laved at them.

Alaric licked Slade’s ear and bit it, making the president growl and squeezed his neck tighter.

“Harder,” Slade commanded, and Alaric obeyed. Sounds of slapping flesh, grunts and groans filled the night’s silence.

Zethan’s finger found purchase between my folds, his ministrations on my clit making me come a third time.

“Three times, every time, Nurse A,” Slade grunted, his fingers digging into my hips, his cock warring inside me, turning my body to liquid.

I pumped Zethan’s cock harder in response to his desperate beat on my clit and Slade’s relentless pace in my pussy.

Castor leaned down to cup my breasts and squeeze. His thrusts jerked and spasmed as he lost control and spilled inside me. Pulling out of my mouth, he kept up his stroking of my throat and jaw.

“Good girl.” He rewarded me with a kiss on my cheek before claiming my mouth in a rush of molten tongues.

Slade’s hips snapped as he too edged closer to release. “Fucking hell, woman, your pussy is better than going to heaven!”

That was it. I was a goner. I screamed and shuddered violently. More violently than ever before, the power of my four mates and me combined earth-shattering. I must have blacked out because when I came to, I was snuggled between Castor and Zethan, my head tucked to the latter’s chest, my breathing shallow and fast.

Slade massaged my weak thigh and Alaric’s neck.

Zethan rested an arm over my waist.

Castor whispered an ancient Egyptian love poem to me.

Alaric let out a little shriek.

My mates. My forever. My damnation. For once, I didn’t care. But I would come to care very soon.

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