Page 77 of Vengeful Mates
“I can’t take much more.” I mindlessly shoved at Daddy’s hand, desperate for him to end his assault on my clit, motivating a harder punishment.
Zethan pushed off Alaric and yanked at Castor and Slade’s hair. “Ease up, you’re going too hard.” His warning coaxed them to diminish their retribution and slow down.
Stiff and ready for the order, Alaric positioned himself behind Slade, prone to drag him off me if I said the word. I shook my head at him.
Daddy relinquished immediately, lowering the oscillation of the bullet. Relieved, I sighed, resting back against him, my head nestled in the curve of his chest and shoulder.
Slade slackened his grip, went easier on my pussy, and licked his apology along my neck. “That better, sugar?”
“Fuck, yes,” I panted, trying to catch my breath, weaving an arm around his neck for support.
Zethan released them, only for Slade to arrest him by the nape, jerking him closer to me. “Take his cock, sugar. I wanna watch you swallow him. Wanna get off with his cock down your throat.”
At Slade’s command, Zethan’s eyebrow quirked, checking in on me. I gave him my reply, taking his delicious, heavy cock, slick with precum from all the play with Alaric, and positioning him near my lips. Hungry for his taste, I licked his excitement from shaft to base, and his thigh muscles trembled. Eyes lighting with his sexy smile, he brushed himself along my lips. Salty anticipation slickened my mouth, and I swept it away with my tongue, savoring his caramel flavor. Teasing him, I lapped at his cock, then slowly took an inch of him in my mouth, and his fingers twisted in my hair gently.
“More, baby,” he groaned, hips snapping, guiding himself deeper, quickly losing control at the slickness of my mouth.
I loved that he never forced me. That everything with him was less wild. That they all provided me with heavenly variety.
“Deeper, Nurse A,” Slade barked like a displeased general, driving his warhead into me harder to show me.
Daddy pinched my nipple until I sucked, licked, and lapped at Zethan’s cock as he drove it into my mouth. Zethan’s breath turned choppy and his grip on my hair tightened. Oh, yeah, he liked it. He especially liked when I rolled my tongue around his cock, the piercing at his tip circling on my tongue.
“Fuck, like that, baby.” Getting close, Zethan’s body tensed, and he threw his head back in ecstasy, catapulting me into my first orgasm.
Slade grabbed his enforcer’s ass and squeezed. “Come down her throat and you wait another round, asshole.” No doubt who was in charge here. General to soldiers.
“I don’t care,” Zethan choked out, fingers clamping in my hair and on my head, the pressure sweet and delirious.
I loved it when these two fought each other in a battle of wills. Also, when Castor challenged Slade for authority. Fuck, If Alaric did that too, I’d die from coming so hard.
A gentle hand came to my shoulder. Alaric. Twisting his glistening, beautiful cock and moaning at me, wanting my hand on him. Boy, did I give it to him. The angle was awkward as hell, but I managed.
Hurtling toward my second orgasm of three with Slade, I rocked atop his mountain of a body, and he met me with uncontrolled, feral strokes. Soon I had him shaking from his second release, but not spilling his seed, since that came on his final showdown.
Alaric drilled his dick into my hands harder and faster, chasing his release, telling me Slade was wrong about having rest breaks.
At my back, Castor’s motions increased in rhythm and intensity, and I groaned, freefalling into my next climax.
“That’s it, Sorceress.” Castor’s hand on my neck pulled me back slightly from Zethan’s length to look up at him, his eyes dark, lids thick, burning with the need to punish me. He snarled and shoved me deeper onto my mate’s cock, and I played with Zethan’s spur, making him thrust wildly into my mouth.
What they did to me had me dizzy with arousal and rapture. They all wanted me, wanted to share me, protect me, provide for me, satisfy me, and I felt fuller and more content than I had ever been in my life.
“Fucking hell, Nurse A, I’m gonna come so damn hard from this,” Slade panted, movements turning jerky and uncoordinated as he lost his battle with his climax.
I released Zethan’s cock for a moment to give an order of my own, scratching down Slade’s chest. “Come on me.” I wanted to drip in their scorching release and rub it into my skin like a cow rolling in the dirt.
“Fuck,” he grunted and bucked, sliding out of me and creaming over my sweaty chest.
Pleasure scaled me into my final orgasm, and Daddy sensed it, applying more friction with the bullet. Stars exploded behind my eyes as he cast me into oblivion, my bond turned to a rubbery, blissful heap.
I cupped Zethan’s balls, squeezing, and that was enough to tip him over. Body tightening, he spilled over with me, coating the back of my throat with warm, sticky liquid. I released his slick shaft with a pop, and he fell back onto the bed, crushing the pillows.
With just Castor and Alaric, I squeezed my hawk’s cock harder, and he spasmed, shooting his load all over my shoulder and breasts.
“You’ve got us all under your spell, Sorceress.” Castor kissed my cheek, his body hardening at my rear, and he dragged his length from my pulsing body. Steaming cream dripped down my back and he rubbed it across my flesh to cement his ownership of me.
I sampled all of their cum, savoring the saltiness, the spice, sweetness, and hint of darkness and magick.
