Page 11 of Tortured Royals

Fuck.I curse as his tail slides up and down my center, making me writhe in their hold.

Before us, Alaric continues to watch, his eyes blazing as he takes note of everywhere the others are touching me. Every kiss. Every bite.

“We don’t have time for this,” the assassin growls, but he doesn’t move from his position, his nostrils flaring as he watches us.

“Do you wish us to stop, princess?” Dante asks, lifting his mouth from my breast to my ear. I can feel the curve of his lips against my skin, and I shiver.

Stop?The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. I’ve tasted my mates, and I want more. I willalwayswant more.

“Now, why would I want that?” I reply, a whimper slipping from me as Dante’s tail flicks my clit. There’s no risk of me killing my mates anymore, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to enjoy them. I only wish Alaric would get into the water and stop being such a stubborn ass about everything.

Nate’s chest starts to rumble, and the shifter presses closer, his hard cock a constant reminder of what I want. His hand moves around my hip and between my legs, and he pushes a finger inside me as Dante’s tail continues to tease my clit.

I hiss as Nate’s teeth clamp hard onto my shoulder again. He licks at the wound, and when he lifts his head, I kiss him, enjoying the taste of my blood in his mouth. I bite his bottom lip, my teeth making him bleed as well, and he growls, his lips forming a feral smile. “My queen,” he purrs, and the sound is like liquid honey as it vibrates in my core.

His lips move to my jawline as he pumps the finger inside me and adds another one, sliding them in deeper. I moan, my breasts full and aching as I arch my back, leaning harder against him.

“You’re such a good girl, my mate,” Mason murmurs from by my side, and the words make my stomach flutter.

I squirm, trying to make Nate move his fingers faster, and the thought of his barbs inside me makes me pant. “Good?” I ask with a smirk, because even in my euphoric state, the word doesn’t seem quite right.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” Nate rumbles, and he lowers himself, his cock prodding at my ass.

He pulls his fingers from my pussy, and I spin, facing the shifter. I rub my nipples against his hard chest, desperate for more friction, and Nate utters a curse. Lifting me, he grips my ass hard. I wrap my legs around the shifter’s waist, and he bares his fangs as his cock sinks into me. He buries his cock in so deep I hiss at the sharp sting of pain, and then moan as that pain turns to pleasure. I’m entirely consumed by the delicious feel of him filling me. Stretching me. And as his barbs explode, pressing against my walls,ruining me,I cry out.

Dante chuckles darkly from behind me as he presses closer, and my breaths come in shallow pants as Nate fucks me. “Breathe, princess,” my demon drawls in my ear. “You’re too tense.”

I don’t understand what he’s getting at. Not until Nate’s thrusts slow, and his grip loosens a little. He helps position my ass for the demon to enjoy me as well, and then I feel Dante’s finger at my ass. He pushes it inside me, and my mouth falls open as Nate continues to glide his cock in and out of my pussy.

Merciful Fates, it’s too much, and I can’t stop myself. I fall over the edge, crying out as I come, my golden tattoos lighting up on my skin. Dante’s finger pumps into me, and Nate continues thrusting into me as I shatter in his hold.

“Fuck,” Nate groans, and then he’s coming as well, his cock pulsing as his body seizes, and he spills inside me.

He holds me like that for a while, but anticipation rises in me again when Dante steps to the edge of the pool. He pulls himself out of the water, laying with his back on the bank, and his kneesstill over the edge in the water. I wade over and climb up and onto him, not wasting time in jumping onto his cock.

“So eager, my princess,” Dante says with approval, his face flush and his eyes hooded.

Mason moves close, coming up right to the edge of the pool, and his hard cock presses against my ass. “May I, my mate?” he asks. “Shall we both enjoy you this time?”

Biting my lip, I smile at how tentative he is. I’ve taken two males before, but my centaur mate is too sweet. “If you think you can handle it,” I tell him coyly, and when I twist my head back, Mason’s expression is heated as he stares down at my ass.

I remain still as he lubricates himself and works the head of his cock in slowly before stopping. I gasp at the feeling of him stretching me even more, only a thin wall separating his cock and Dante’s. His callused hands hold my hips firmly, and then Mason pushes his cock the rest of the way in. I groan, my head hanging as I keep my hands on Dante’s chest.

“You, my mate, are truly a wonder,” Mason breathes, leaning forward to kiss the sensitive edge of my right wing. I start moving on Dante, and Mason matches my rhythm, the three of us moving in tandem.

“Our princess,” Dante grits out, his face strained. “Feel how fucking deep we are inside you.”

I moan, my breathing ragged. Nate watches nearby, stroking his cock that’s already hard again though currently without his barbs, and I try to search out Alaric.

He stands some distance away from us now, still watching, though instead of having his hands folded, they’re by his sides, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles are white. Hatred swirls in his eyes, mixing with the heated desire there, and pain is etched into the hard lines of his face.

I want to yell at him. To tell him to get his stubborn ass in the pool and fuck me like it’s clear he wants to, but at that moment,Dante reaches up, grabbing my breasts. The demon rubs his thumbs over my sensitive nipples, massaging them.

“Come for us, our mate,” Mason says, and when Dante’s tail slides between my legs, teasing my clit as Mason kisses my back, the pleasure that had been building in me becomes too much. I cry out as I fall over the edge, my wings flaring out as tingles race over my body and light flashes behind my eyes.

Mason and Dante find their release as well, both of them groaning as they tense and spill inside me, their hands gripping me tightly.

When we’re no longer a shuddering mess, Mason kisses me again and pulls out. I climb off Dante, and Mason helps me slide into the water, exhaustion dragging at me. I don’t even complain as my three mates spend the next while fussing over me and getting me cleaned up. It’s strange being treated this way, but oddly comforting.

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