Page 17 of Cruel Devotion

Pained?

Pleased?

Full?

Complete?

The beasts fucking me didn’t care.

“Yes,” Ryder growled as he thrust into me until his knot slapped my cheeks. An air whooshing sound escaped and mycheeks flushed. Darius’ nails scraped down my back and I cried out as he fucked me hard and fast. The sweet feeling was already building again.I’m going to implode. Any more cum and it’ll leak from my eyes.I couldn’t remember what he wanted to say yes to.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned.

“Fuck!” Ryder groaned as I shoved back on his hard cock. My pussy sucked at Darius’ cocks.

“Going to cum again,” Darius grunted.

“Yes,” I moaned. Nothing but need drove me. I watched the beast with his eyes closed, tongue hanging from the side of his large jaws, and ears back.

“Look into my eyes as you cum,” Ryder growled. Darius’ eyes flew open as his hips slammed into me repeatedly. Lashing out, he grabbed Ryder by the neck. Yanking him down so I’m squished between them.

“Can I?” Ryder whispered, his tone needy.

Darius’ eyes glowed as he nodded before I was shoved over the edge.

“Cumming,” I whined as Darius cursed.

Ryder lowered his head to Darius’ shoulder. My body nothing but a tool for them to reach euphoria.This time, it doesn’t bother me. I like it, I like this, I like them. Ryder opened his mouth and bit into Darius’ shoulder, his thrusts becoming jerkier. I screamed as he forced both knots into me, as Ryder came. They pulsed inside me, both filling me. As I came down from my high, everything slipped away.

Bound

Ryder—Before

The metal pole was cool beneath my thin fingers. Of all the ones that held us captive, this was my favorite. The worn spots and little indents left by time marked it as mine. It was my companion when our friends came to visit. My brother’s promises of bloodshed bounced off one wall to the other, but I refused to look Darebear in the eyes. The shadows whispered why, and I explained for the hundredth time that it tortured him more than it did me. Over time, more and more of him slipped away.

Sometime over the last few years, I realized my cries only hurt him. So I stopped. He said I wasn’t right anymore, but told me it was okay to be wrong. Craning my neck, I checked the crack in the ceiling, willing it to hold on longer. I didn’t want it to kill my brother. He was all I had in our little world.

I’m not sure when it happened, but I’d become numb. I made it a game to figure out when it could have. Was it when our uncle staged a coup against our father, the Wolf King? Or was it when the witch cursed us? We’d been reduced to how we handled our urges. The more we gave in to them, the more monstrous we became, in mind. I didn’t feel the effects of her curse, but Darebear had. The number of times we could hold a conversation were few and far between. He’d already lost hisability to glamour. That’s why my friend favored me. I could still make him see a young, scrawny human boy beneath him.

I tapped the metal as I searched for the exact moment I lost my soul. The fragments scattered throughout my memory. I just had to comb through them to win the game. It couldn’t have been the day our parents died. I remember gripping my chest and sobbing when blood spurted from my mother’s throat, coating her beautiful white fur. The ache there proved I’d feltsomethingfor someone other than Darebear. The red liquid had rained down on me and enveloped me like the warmest of hugs.

I remember crying then. I giggled at that because I thought it was the worst thing in the world. My body thrust against the dirty floor and shattered glass cut through skin—a reminder of what was really happening. No, I know when it happened.I lost myself when they hurt my brother.Watching the light dim from his eyes was too much. Do you know how hard it is to make glowing eyes look dull? The voices reminded me we weren’t supposed to think of that. The game had ended, but it wasn’t fun anymore. I jerked forward and the chain around my ankle clanged against the bars.

Slam!

Slam!

Slam!

Fingers yanked at my hair. I hated it when they touched my hair. The hand on the back of my head shoved me down into the ground. Pebbles forced their way into my mouth and ground against my teeth as he slammed into me mercilessly. There was a pinch and my friend cursed behind me about something tearing. Darebear’s friend whined about how I’d be useless now.

Once, I’d been a prince, but now I was nothing more than a hole. Staying alive depended on their use for me.

“A warm hole is a warm hole,” my friend laughed. My gaze wandered up and down the pole as I inhaled deeply. The stalescent of bodily fluids, feces, and vomit filled my nose. The retching told me my brother was trying to empty the contents of his stomach, but of course, nothing came up. Even with matted fur, he was beautiful. He’d grown since they first threw us in here. As hard as it was to keep track down here, we knew it had been at least 2 years. Our friends visited once a week. Four visits meant a month passed. We’d stopped counting after 100. We’d grown so much the chains cut into skin.

At first, they would take us separately. Then they’d both play with me—one did the riding while I was forced to jerk the other. There were times I had to open my mouth for both. It shouldn’t have been possible, but they’d found a way. I cried a lot in the beginning. They were cruel, but it got worse. They liked to see how long it took for me to pass out. I couldn’t remember how many times I’d woken up to my brother crying as he was forced to continue. I wasn’t like Dare. I liked it. His tears meant he loved me. It meant I wasn’t alone.

He hated it. Before he started ebbing away, he said it made him like them. Like mounting me made him a monster. Their words had an effect on him. They ate at him, consuming him from the inside out. But they were nothing to me. I enjoyed it with him. I felt safe when I looked up and saw him, instead of them. My body flushed, my ruined heart beat again, and it was like we were free again. With him, I was transported to the outside. Where we sneaked down the halls to sneak into the woods so we could run free. The smell of grass and wind in our fur. When he filled me, it was welcomed, wanted. I didn’t need the pole when I had Dare.

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