Page 157 of When Death Whispers

Encouraged by Hudson’s raspy voice, I tighten my hold on Rad’s horns and roll my hips, grinding shamelessly against his mouth. Rad growls his approval, opening wider, tongue working faster, exploring every sensitive inch of me. I feel the smooth, muscular length of his tail suddenly slide along my inner thigh, teasing its way to my aching entrance. It circles slowly, torturously, making my head spin.

“Please,” I gasp, rolling my hips harder, desperate for friction, for relief.

Rad growls again, low and feral, pressing the tip of his tail gently inside me, stretching and filling me carefully. Pleasure spikes sharply, my body tightening as the overwhelming sensations blend together—his talented tongue flicking against my clit, his tail moving rhythmically inside me, and the powerful hold I have on his horns anchoring me in place.

Steo’s shadows add to the frenzy, teasing my nipples, tightening around my wrists and thighs, heightening each sensation until I can barely breathe. His cool breath brushes against my ear, whispering encouragements.

“That’s it, Snow Pea,” he rasps. “Show him exactly what you need.”

Hudson’s mouth finds mine again, kissing me deeply. My moans become helpless whimpers against his lips as Rad devours me eagerly, tail thrusting steadily deeper, faster. I didn’t even think that would feel good, but the way it curves—fuck, it hits places fingers never could. His tongue swirls expertly, teasing that aching spot until I’m gasping, grinding against him like I’ll die if he stops.

My body tightens, coiling tightly as pleasure builds into a fierce, relentless pressure. I grip Rad’s horns harder, grinding shamelessly against his mouth, chasing my release.

Rad’s rumbling growl vibrates straight through me, pushing me over into an explosive climax. My vision blurs as waves of pleasure crash through me, stealing my breath and turning my cries into broken, incoherent sounds. I shatter around Rad’s tail, body trembling, but held safely between their powerful forms.

Rad doesn’t stop immediately, tongue gently soothing me through the aftershocks, tail slowly withdrawing, leaving me gasping and limp. He lifts his head, eyes blazing with fierce, possessive satisfaction as he licks his lips, tasting me.

“Fucking divine,” he growls softly, pressing a reverent kiss to my inner thigh. “But we’ve only just begun.”

I’m unraveling—pleasure blooming, bond deepening—and I don’t want it to end.

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The tasteof Parker lingers on my tongue—decadent, addictive, sweeter than anything I’ve ever known.

A low growl escapes me, a dark, possessive sound vibrating deep within my chest. The Gloom itself seems to ripple in response, its veins of pink power pulsing around us, shimmering softly as if feeding off our collective pleasure.

Parker is trembling, her eyes hazy after her orgasm, but there’s an unmistakable glint of determination still burning beneath the surface, thrumming though the tether, delicious ideas floating around her thoughts. Good. She’ll need every bit of that fire if I’m going to make every single one of those ideas become reality. My eyes flick briefly to Hudson and Steo, both of them staring hungrily at the beautiful mess we’ve made of our Beholden.

And she is ours, unquestionably.

Hudson’s chest rises and falls rapidly, his pulse hammering visibly at his throat. The human might still be adjusting to the demon blood coursing through his veins, but his desire is raw and unmistakable. Steo, however, is a tempest—shadows rippling around him, his orange eyes blazing with barely-contained lust as they rake possessively over Parker’s flushed, naked body.

Yet, even as they watch and hunger, I know they wait for me. It’s an unspoken understanding, a balance we’ve discovered somewhere in the chaos of this strange, intertwined connection. This bond between the four of us—it’s stronger, deeper than anything I’ve known before, and it hums in my bones, ancient and powerful.

Parker’s breathing is shallow, lips parted, flushed and inviting. The marks from my teeth and claws, combined with Hudson’s kissing, decorate her soft skin, a declaration that she’s mine—ours. She’s marked, and something primal and possessive roars through me at the sight.

She touches my jaw—gentle, grounding. I lean in, drawn to the quiet trust in her gaze and the one focused idea now occupying her thoughts. One I wholeheartedly approve of. Her voice is soft, breathless, but the fire within is unmistakable.

“Your turn, Rad,” she murmurs gently, sitting up on shaky legs on the sad excuse of a bed, and pushing me down where she was laying. “Let me take care of you now.”

Fuck yes. The growl that escapes me is fierce and unrestrained, claws flexing against her thigh, careful yet possessive. She shivers beneath my touch, her fingers trailing slowly over my jaw, down my throat, teasing me by pulling at the fur along my chest.

Hudson shifts to be behind Parker, brushing kisses along her shoulders as he moves her hair behind her neck. She relaxes back against him with a sigh, her gaze never leaving mine.

Parker smiles softly, beautifully, her fingers tracing patterns down my chest. Her gaze dips lower, and her breath audibly catches when she finds the proof of my own aching desire, memories of the last time she let me claim her spreading warmth and lust inside her mind.

“So big. I can’t wait for you to be inside me,” she breathes, hunger gleaming brightly in her eyes and rippling down the bond into my chest, spreading a warmth that a demon like me has no right to feel. And yet I do. It’s hers, and mine. Ours.

I groan, claws gently gripping her hips as she shifts, positioning herself deliberately above my straining cock, her slick heat teasing me mercilessly. Her hips roll slowly, deliberately, torturing me with the feel of her, slick and wet and impossibly hot.

Steo’s eyes burn into mine above her other shoulder, knowing and smug as he directs his shadows to tease Parker’s nipples, drawing a breathless gasp from her lips. The shadow fucker even has the nerve to send a playful smirk my way.

Hudson steadies her, supporting her from behind and her thoughts are a jumbled mess of heady memories of Hudson’s fingers pleasuring her, Steo’s cock waking her up, and my own stretching her and claiming her. They loop back to back quickly in her mind, like a dizzing carousel of sexy photos.

“Fuck,” I hiss, teeth bared in pleasure and frustration, aching to claim her, to fill her, to mark her in every way possible. But this moment is different—I sense it, know it. This isn’t simply about taking.

This is about belonging. About trust. About finally accepting this strange, undeniable bond.

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