Page 87 of Savage Torment

Holy crap.

He remains seated inside of me as I pulse around him, desperately on the edge of release already. Slowly, he works himself out until only the tip remains before he slams back into me.

The sound of our skin connecting fuels the heat rising through my body until he snickers. A moment later, he’s hovering over me, head to toe, so that he can whisper against my ear.

“We have an audience, Little Witch.”

I freeze at his words, glancing around the room in panic, but I see nothing. Wylder must sense my confusion because he points to one corner and I instantly spot the outline of a man hiding in the shadows.

Not just any man.

Blaze.

“He almost had me, you know, in the ring. He wants youthatmuch,” Wylder whispers against my ear, and I shiver, wondering if Blaze can hear him, too. “I trust you with him, and he trusts you with me. With us,” he states, and I shake my head in disbelief, curious when they came to this conclusion.

“Wylder,” I breathe, and he wraps a hand around my mouth, cutting off whatever I was about to say before running his fingertips along the seam of my lips. They part for him as he continues to thrust in and out of me, but it’s the movement of him pushing his fingers into my mouth that holds my attention.

“Imagine if my fingers were his cock in your mouth,” Wylder murmurs, making my pussy clamp down around his dick as a shiver ricochets up and down my spine. “You like the idea of that, huh?” He presses a delicate kiss to my cheek, followed quickly by a firmer one, before he peels himself from my back. His fingers slip from my mouth, and I gasp as he settles his grip back on my waist. “Vampire.”

Blaze steps out of the shadows with that single word, sauntering closer as Wylder continues to fuck me, and I’m confident my blush is covering every inch of my body now.

“Wolf,” he grunts when he nears, and Wylder snickers behind me.

“I think we both won, don’t you? She wants your cock in her mouth while she comes on my cock. Don’t want to disappoint our woman now, do we?”

Holy. Fuck.

Maybe this is how I die.

I’d take it.

Blaze’s stormy gaze settles on mine but quickly dips to my parted lips before traveling farther down to where my breasts sway with every thrust from the man behind me.

“Let me hear you say it.”

Dammit.

Two sets of bossy assholes, and my pussy is dripping.

“Please.”

“Please, what?” he pushes, capturing my chin in his grasp.

“Please fuck my mouth,” I whisper, my cheeks on fire, but before I can even attempt to hide from him after blurting what I want, his shorts are down, cock aimed in my direction.

“That’s it, Little Witch,” Wylder grunts, his fingertips burning into my flesh as he fucks me harder, firmer, all while Blaze rests the tip of his cock on my tongue.

I swallow around him instantly, desperate for more, and he groans, head tilting to the ceiling as he curses under his breath.

“Let’s make her come, shall we?” Wylder offers, and Blaze grunts in response before they both kick it up a notch.

Wylder pounds into me again and again while Blaze grabs my hair, tilting my head to be at the perfect angle as he thrusts his cock to the back of my throat.

They work in tandem, taking and taking and taking, until there’s nothing left in me.

My core claims every part of me, bundling tight, eager to find the release I’m chasing, and my world shatters.

I scream around Blaze’s cock, gagging along the way, and he curses again, tearing his length from between my lips to paint my face with his release while the clenching of my pussy around Wylder’s dick brings him to the edge of the climax cliff I’m falling from, and he’s pulsing inside of me a moment later.

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