Page 107 of City of Secrets and Shadows
“Not yet,” Septimus whispered. “But soon.”
Marcus moved to kneel before me, his cock glistening with my saliva. Behind me, I felt the bed dip as Septimus positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock teasing my entrance.
“I’m going to take you now,” he growled, gripping my hips with bruising force. “And you’re going to take all of me.”
With a powerful thrust, he entered me, filling me so completely I cried out, fingers digging into the furs beneath me. He gripped my hips with bruising force, holding me steady as he withdrew almost completely before driving in again.
“So tight,” he groaned, setting a punishing rhythm. “Always so fucking tight for me.”
Marcus cupped my face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, but concern softened his features. “Too much?”
I shook my head, unable to form words as Septimus began to move, slow, deliberate strokes that had me trembling.
“She can take it,” Septimus said, his voice strained. “Can’t you, Livia?”
“Yes,” I gasped, pushing back against him, wanting more. “Please, don’t stop.”
Each of Septimus’s thrusts pushed me forward, and Marcus guided my mouth to his cock again. I took him eagerly, moaning around his length as Septimus filled me from behind.
“Good girl,” Marcus praised, his voice strained. “So perfect, taking us both like this.”
Septimus leaned over me, his chest pressed to my back, his teeth grazing my shoulder. “You were made for this,” he growled in my ear. “Made to be fucked by us.”
His hand snaked around to find the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs, circling it with maddening precision. The dual sensations — his cock stretching me wide, his fingers working my clit — had me trembling on the edge of release.
Each thrust drove me forward, taking Marcus deeper, until I was caught in a rhythm dictated by their needs and my own desperate desire.
“That’s it,” Marcus praised, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Gods, your mouth…”
Marcus’s breathing grew ragged, his hips moving with more urgency. “I’m close,” he warned, his fingers tightening in my hair.
Septimus slowed his thrusts, drawing out each movement until I whimpered with need. “Not yet,” he said, his free hand sliding up to wrap around my throat again. “She comes first.”
He pulled me upright, my back against his chest, his cock somehow driving deeper at this new angle. Marcus moved with us, kneeling before me, his mouth capturing one of my nipples.
“Please,” I begged, caught between them, overwhelmed by sensation. “I need—”
“Tell us,” Marcus murmured against my breast. “Tell us what you need, love.”
“I need to come,” I gasped as Septimus’s fingers worked faster against my clit. “Gods, please let me come.”
“Since she asked so nicely,” Septimus said, his voice rough with exertion. He thrust harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me that made my vision blur.
Marcus moved to my other breast, his teeth grazing my nipple just as Septimus pinched my clit, and I shattered. My cry echoed off the walls as pleasure crashed through me in relentless waves.
“That’s it,” Marcus encouraged, watching my face as I came apart. “So beautiful when you let go for us.”
Septimus continued to pump into me, prolonging my release until I was limp and trembling in his arms. Only then did he allow his own control to slip, his rhythm growing erratic.
“Where?” he demanded.
“Inside,” I managed to gasp, my voice hoarse from screaming. “Fill me.”
“Fuck,” Septimus snarled, his fingers digging into my hips as he drove into me one final time. His body went rigid, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spilled inside me, hot pulses that seemed to go on forever.
Marcus watched, his eyes dark with hunger, his cock painfully hard against his stomach. As Septimus slowly withdrew, I collapsed forward, trembling and spent.
“Fuck,” Septimus groaned collapsing on the bed next to me. “Marcus, your turn. I want to watch you take her.”
