Page 70 of Lords of Ruin: Cherished

Oh god, I can. Their cum is still inside me, warm and heavy, a tangible reminder of what they’ve already done to me. I feel marked, claimed, completely theirs in every way.

“Yes,” I moan, my voice shaking as I arch into his touch.

“Good,” Cast says, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leans down and captures my lips in another searing kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth with the same dominance he’s shown the rest of me. When he pulls away, his hands are on my hips, guiding me up and onto Vincent, who waits beneath me, his eyes dark with hunger.

Vincent tilts his face up as I straddle him, his hands immediately gripping my hips to steady me. My legs tremble as I lower myself onto him, my breath catching as his tongue finds my clit in an instant. He doesn’t waste time—he licks and teases with relentless intensity, his hands holding me firmly in place like he can’t get enough of the taste of me.

I gasp, my head falling back as a wave of pleasure crashes over me. His tongue is everywhere, relentless and demanding, and I can feel the heat of his breath against my sensitive skin. “Vincent,” I moan, my hands gripping the back of the couch for support as he works me over with his mouth.

At the same time, Damien’s hands are on my breasts, his touch firm and possessive. He squeezes and teases, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they’re hard and aching. His breath is warm against my neck, his lips brushing over my skin as he leans in to whisper, “You’re so fucking perfect, Willow.”

I whimper, my body oversensitive and overwhelmed by the attention. My hips move against Vincent’s mouth on their own, desperate for more of the pleasure he’s giving me. I feel his groan vibrate against me, and it only makes me want him more.

But then Cast is behind me, his hands on my hips, spreading me wider as he positions himself. I freeze for a moment, my breath catching as I realize what he’s about to do. His cock presses against my ass, the tip teasing the tight entrance. I’m still stretched and wet from earlier, but the thought of him taking me there again makes my stomach twist with a mix of anticipation and nerves.

“Relax, baby,” Cast murmurs, his voice low and reassuring as his hands rub soothing circles on my hips. “You can take it. You’re ours, remember?”

I take a deep breath, nodding as I try to relax, to trust him. And as he pushes into me, slow but insistent, I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him. It’s a sharp, intense sensation, but it quickly gives way to a deep, throbbing pleasure as he fills me completely.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Cast groans, his hands gripping my hips as he bottoms out inside me. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust, before he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

Vincent’s mouth is still on me, his tongue relentless as it licks and teases, and Damien’s hands are on my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples until I’m squirming between the three of them. I can’t think, can’t focus on anything but the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.

Each thrust from Cast sends a jolt through me, his cock hitting that deep, sensitive spot inside me that makes my vision blur. My moans are loud and uncontrolled, my body trembling as I try to hold on. “Cast,” I gasp, my hands gripping the couch tighter as he quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding.

“Look at you,” Damien murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re fucking perfect, Willow. Taking all of us so well.”

His words send a shiver through me, my body clenching around Cast as my orgasm builds, intense and unavoidable. I’m so close, so close, and the tension coils tighter and tighter with every thrust, every lick, every touch.

“Come for us, baby,” Cast growls, his voice low and commanding as he slams into me harder, deeper.

And I do. My body shatters, my orgasm crashing over me in waves as I cry out, my hips bucking against Vincent’s mouth asI come apart. Cast doesn’t stop, his thrusts relentless as he chases his second release, his grip on my hips bruising as he fucks me through my orgasm.

Vincent’s tongue doesn’t let up either, his hands holding me steady as he continues to lick and tease, drawing every last bit of pleasure from me. Damien’s hands are still on my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as he watches me fall apart.

Just as the last shudders of pleasure course through me, a pair of strong arms suddenly lifts me off the bed. My breath catches as I’m cradled against Cast’s chest, his grip firm, possessive.

“What are you doing, Cast?” Damien calls out as Cast carries me towards the stairs.

“She’s mine, tonight!” Cast barks. “You two clean up your dicks yourself!”

I sigh, sinking deeper into his warmth, my body too boneless to argue. The distant sound of Damien and Vincents cursing fades behind us as Cast strides into his bedroom and right into the adjoining bathroom, kicking the door shut with his foot.

Cast’s grip is firm yet gentle as he sets me down on the edge of the tub. I feel the cool marble against the backs of my thighs. He stands up straight, his movements slow but purposeful as he steps to the side of the tub. His strong hands twist the brass knobs, adjusting the water until it’s the perfect temperature. The hiss of the faucet fills the room, and I watch as the water begins to flow, cascading into the tub in steady streams.

“Are you going to tell me how we’re a family again?” I ask, my voice soft but unwavering.

His shoulders stiffen for the briefest moment. Then, without looking back at me, he says, “Does it matter?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He chuckles to himself, as he reaches for the bottle of lavender oil on the counter, and he pours a few drops into the water. “The correct answer was no.”

His fingers swirl the lavender oil into the tub, the dry blood slowly washing off his hands.

“I want to know what you did, Cast.” I push, drawing my knees to my chest.

“No,” he snaps. “Get into the tub.”

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