Page 76 of Vengeful Mates
“It’s like that,” he growled with another savage bite that jolted me, my nerves crackly from pain twisting into pleasure.
“You’re gonna get it hard, over and over, no breaks, no breathers.” Slade punctuated each word with teeth. “Then you’ll know the meaning of pain.”
Daddy nestled behind me, oiling his length, my pussy revving like a damn bike with anticipation of them entering me and giving me what I needed.
“Slade arguing with Cupid got me so fucking hot,” Castor breathed into my ear, hotter than the depths of Hell. “The Love goddess owning this Love god’s ass.” He emphasized each word with a sweltering kiss down my neck all the way to my shoulders. “Are you gonna own Slade’s ass like that, beautiful?
“Asshole,” Slade gave Daddy a playful shove. “I’ll own your fucking ass.”
“I still haven’t seen any of that promised action,” I teased, reminding them of their promise from our day of furniture shopping for our new home.
Slade nipped my bottom lip to silence me. “All in good time, sugar. I only reward good girls and you’re not one.” Every note of that deep, husky voice hit me below the waist. “By the end of this, we’ll have you sobbing your apology for neglecting your men.”
There was no foreplay tonight. No licking my pussy. No teasing my clit. My pleasure depended on theirs. My pain rested on their whims.
Beside us, Zethan reclined on the pillows, and Alaric sat astride him, the two kissing, turning my internal heat dial to critical.
“Yes, like that,” I encouraged my mates.
“You want this, baby?” Zethan’s palm curled around Alaric’s semi, persuading it to full attention. “You wanna watch me fuck Alaric?” He gave merciless tugs of Alaric’s length and my mate rocked for more, sliding his erection into fisted iron.
“No, don’t reward her!” Quakes rippled through me at Slade’s snarl. “She’s taking your cocks. Two, if she can fit it.”
Goddess.We hadn’t tried that. Rough fucking was okay because I was accustomed to it. I squirmed at the possibility of a new discomfort, my apex aching, desperate to try it.
Castor’s fingers clasped my neck, twisting my face, his white-hot eyes casting a spell on me. “You’re gonna take my cock deep and scream my name, Sorceress.”
Heat stormed in my body like a twister of dirt and air that we met in the desert of ancient Egypt.
The way my men stared at me, gaze blistering, lips dry, they were parched and starved. Four hungry, ferocious beasts, ready to claim their prey. Devour it. Own me completely. Make me suffer for not tending to their arousal at the dinner table.
I was happy to rehydrate them with my love and then scorch them over and over until they drank from the fountain between my legs… if that was even on the cards… probably not, by the unforgiving fire in Slade’s eyes.
Slade bent his knees, drawing me onto his lap, rubbing his thick length between my legs once, and once only. Air hissed between his lips as he breathed out. His hands clamped over my hips, holding me in position. That was it. He slammed into me with a ruthless strength.
Castor captured the back of my neck and speared me from the opposite direction pinning me between them. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Fuck, it hurt. I cried out at their savagery. Oh, I was going to pay dearly for neglecting my men. Burn in the fires of Hell over and over as promised.
Beyond the pain, it was sexy as fuck to have them completely dominate and possess me. I was reassured that if it got too much, I’d signal for them to stop, and I trusted them not to hurt me.
Cursing at their ferocity, I sunk my nails into Slade’s shoulders, drawing blood. Of course, my bloodthirsty man loved it. “Harder, Nurse A. Hurt me. Make me bleed. Lick up every drop, and I might give you what you want.”
Submitting to his will, I gave him what he wanted, dragging my nails down his chest and arms, and he grunted, enjoying every scratch and the blood leaking from his battle wounds, which I lapped up as best as I could.
To my absolute delight, Alaric and Zethan fooled around, sucking down each other’s lips, hands tangling in hair and curled around each other’s cocks. Rewarding me with their sexy groans.
Suck it, Slade.
Fuck, the combination of them had my head spinning in a haze of lust and arousal. Despite their brutality to my body, they made the experience incredibly satisfying, and I couldn’t get enough of their urgent, rough treatment.
Castor’s arms slid beneath mine, one hand cupping my breasts, tweaking the nipple hard, and I shrieked with delight. He pressed something soft and cold to my clit and it began humming its gentle caress.
“What do you think, Slade?” Castor latched onto my neck with his teeth, squeezing my nipple between his fingers, making me jolt from the sharp sting. “Turn it up?”
“Full fucking speed,” Slade grunted as he picked up speed to match the vibration of the bullet vibrator Daddy trapped at my core.
“F.U.C.K!” I screamed, squirming at the intensity, encouraging their hands to grip me tighter and Castor to adjust the device to maximum intensity.
Never mind sucking Alaric and Zethan’s cocks as Slade ordered, I was in a frenzy. Out of my fucking mind with pleasure and pain. Stars blurred behind my eyes. Spasms captured every muscle, and I went limp in Slade and Castor’s arms. Feral sounds of my mates destroying my body were the only thing keeping me grounded. My body burned hotter than a sun, and if I didn’t cool down, I’d burn through space and scorch everything in my way. Any second now, I was going to pass out from overstimulation.
