Page 29 of Penance

My skin is on fire, my blood electric, body pulsing with need.

“Get up on the table, Huxley,” I command, my gaze swinging to his as I recollect my blade.

Huxley moves up behind me, his legs coming around either side of mine, dangling over the edge. Not caring about the blood in the slightest. I’m his sole focus, nothing exists beyond this room.

It’s just us.

Justthis.

His palm splayed over my chest, he draws me back into him, I shift my hips. Backing up until his hot shaft is nestled firmly between my cheeks. His short exhale blowing across the side of my face.

“You’re fucking beautiful, baby girl,” he breathes into me making me shudder.

“Lay down, Huxley,” I rasp, my husky voice just audible as I lock eyes on Max.

Demonic blue orbs stare at me hard, his eyes don’t leave mine. He doesn’t stare at my naked, sweat slicked body streaked in crimson, just my eyes. And he eats me alive with that fucking gaze.

Everything inside me thrums as Huxley flattens himself behind me, his knees over the table’s edge, me sill nestled between his dangling legs. He grips my hips, lifting me up above him, helping me slide down his hot length. We groan in unison, Huxley shifting beneath me, my back to his front, his huge cock filling my cunt effortlessly. My hand clasping his knee, the new angle making me see stars, I start to ride him. His hand on my hip, the other threaded in the bottom length of my hair. He stays painfully still as I circle my hips, lifting up and dropping back down, earning a symphony of pleasure in response, I hum with delight. All of those sounds are for me,becauseof me.

I smile, sitting up as I ride Huxley. Beckoning Kacey forward with the curl of my finger, he obliges like I tugged on his leash. The look he throws my way makes me pant as I wrap my fingers over his shoulder. He leans in, his lips smashing into mine, my bleeding lip, his blood on my tongue. We wrestle, his tongue trying to stroke mine into obedience all while I continue to show the dominance. I bite down on his tongue, sucking it into my mouth, Kacey growling in response. My hand moves to his, our fingers linking together. I bring our joint hands to the table, pressing his palm into the sticky puddle of blood. Swirling our linked hands around in the mess. When his hand is fully saturated, I curl our joint fingers around his pulsating length. His cock hot and heavy beneath our hands, we groan as I slide our slick hands down his throbbing length.

This is what we’ve been waiting for. This union, something unholy and filthy and very fuckingright.

Kacey’s eyes roll into the back of his head as we work him over together. My thumb brushing over his pierced tip, swirling his pre-cum with the blood, I continue to fuck my other lover. I bounce up and down Huxley’s thick cock, nipping and sucking at the cut on Kacey’s chest. The oneIput there.

I want to own him.

Releasing his fingers, encouraging him to continue to stroke himself, I retake my knife. Still grinding myself down on Huxley, heat a blazing inferno between my thighs. I bring my blade back up to Kacey’s chest. Working the tip of the heavy blade into the top of his right pec, just beneath his collarbone. His eyes lazily opening so he can watch me work, I start to carve into him. Wielding my oversized blade with a steady hand, slowing the roll of my hips to accommodate my task. Clenching my pussy around Huxley, I carve one line and then another and another. Three deep lines sliced together in Kacey’s chest. I lap at the wound, long, leisurely licks with the flat of my tongue. Proud of my artwork, I lean back, admiring the weeping ‘K’ carved into one of my soulmates.

“I fucking love you,” Kacey rasps, his voice thick with arousal as his fist corkscrews over his cock.

My eyes lock on hit, nothing but adoration staring back at me. It makes my tummy clench and my heart soar like a hundred birds suddenly taking flight. Tears prick the backs of my eyes as I gaze into his. Those golden orbs tear me down, building me back up with such strength I feel as though I can defeat anything.

In a snap movement, I grip his thick neck. Wrapping my fingers around his scarred throat I squeeze. He grunts, his head dropping forward, resting against my own, I cut off his breath. I can feel his throat trying to work beneath my palm, his pulse hammering against my slim fingers in protest as I thrust myself down on Huxley’s thick shaft. My pussy tightening as he pushes me forward, his palm splayed on the bottom of my back. He slams up into me, ruthlessly pounding himself inside of me. The piercing in his tip hitting my cervix has me crying out. Kacey’s face reddening without oxygen, he continues to fist his thick length, his hand working overtime, knuckles blanching as I start to come around his friend’s cock. My fingers still clawing into his throat, I hold tight, the heel of my hand pressing into his windpipe.

Huxley roars beneath me, his hips slamming into me mercilessly, my knees knocking into the glass table beneath us. His grip on my hair arching me sharply backwards. The swift change of movements painful, the tips of my hair grazing his sweat slicked chest. My grip on Kacey intensifies as I try to keep myself stable one-handedly. My core tightening, Huxley’s cum floods me, painting my insides, my pussy walls fluttering around him. I scream out my release, the guttural moan tearing from my raw throat. Quickly searching out my third demon, my eyes lock on Max’s intense blue glare as I ride the wave of my orgasm at the same time Kacey erupts, his cum splashing over my cunt. I drop my hand from his throat, my breathing erratic.

Kacey cups my cheek, still gasping for breath he brings his lips to mine in a kiss so passionate it almost kills me. He steals my breath, his lungs sucking life from me, I give it willingly. Wanting him to have everything he needs from me, even my life.

Huxley’s hand reaches between us, his palm on my belly as he slides himself up to sitting. His cock still seated inside me. He secures me between their protective bodies, our legs dangling over the edge of the table, Kacey standing between our knees. Their chests expanding rapidly as they seal me between them. Kacey pinches my face between his thumb and finger, tearing away from our kiss. He turns my head over my shoulder, my lips instantly meeting Huxley’s. Hux grips the nape of my neck, his tongue pillaging my mouth with rapt violence. His piercing clanging against my teeth as his tongue strokes mine with long sultry licks. I shiver as their hands smooth over my blood slicked skin. Huxley smiles against my lips just as Kacey’s teeth sink into my right shoulder.

I grit my teeth, my eyes pinging open. Heat rushing to the intense pain emanating from my shoulder as Kacey’s jaw locks on my flesh. I squirm in their hold, Kacey not letting up, Huxley circling his arms around my waist. Banding me to him as Kacey bites into me so hard I see stars. This is who he is, animalistic, wild and raw. My golden eyed beast finally making me his. No one needs flowers, jewellery and proposals when you can have your lover’s teeth scarred into you forever.

My attention wavering as I move past the pain. I feel myself sway. Coolness rushing through my veins as the pain becomes so unbearable, I bite my own tongue until I taste blood, but I don’t tell them to stop because I want this.

I wantthem.

Their claiming.

When Kacey finally releases me, his tongue lapping at the hot trickle of blood running down my chest. I reach blindly for the cleaver, dragging it forward, the steel screeching over the glass. I shakily place it in Huxley’s hand, knowing that biting is only for my primal mate.

“You too,” I breathe, my eyes closed, head slumped back against his chest.

He hisses as I turn my head, my teeth teasing his nipple before he gently slips out of me. Spinning me in their hold, my back against Kacey’s front, his arms automatically coming around me. I feel high, blissfully in control and sated. Content, happy, grounded.

Finally safe.

My monsters will always keep me safe.

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