Page 59 of All Saints Day
My hard cock—my knot full and gently pulsing, hot and sticky against Louise’s pussy, still dripping with slick and Quentin’s cum—is begging to be inside her.
Behind our closed eyelids—the two of us are hurtled back to that night in the back of the stakeout car; sweat and slick and cum; the dank animal smell of sex in the cramped space as we fogged the windows.
Just as quickly, we’re rocketed into the yacht; Quentin pounding Louise against the wall as she sinks his teeth into his flesh before we are transported to the chalet in Vermont; me emptying my balls inside Quentin as I gave him my bite and Sébastien gave me his.
Both of us moan into one another’s mouths as I push my cockdeep inside Louise, churning Q’s pearly cum out of her pussy as I dig my hips downward in deep seeking strokes—sinking as far as I can inside her before my knot shuts me out.
The wild fervor takes hold of my tongue—and I growl the words against Louise’s lips before I can take them back.
“I need you to cum on this cock at least once before I give you my knot and my bite.”
Louise lets out a keening whine as I continue to pound her pussy, slick and cum running down to her asshole.
“Do you understand?” I rumble, my alpha aura expanding with oppressive force over my fated mates.
“Yes!” Louise gasps, coiling her legs around my hips.
Wordlessly, the other Saints begin to gather around us on the bed—waiting for any opportunity to help Louise meet her goal.
I ease back onto my knees, and Seb and Caz snap into action, each cupping a hand behind one of Louise’s knees—helping to lift her ass a few inches off of the bed—deepening the angle of penetration while freeing her clitoris up to better receive Seb and Caz’s generous attentions.
Louise lets out a loud moan as Caz and Seb’s tongues circle and serpentine over her hard clit as I pump my cock inside her as far as my knot allows.
I catch Louise’s eyes darting around me, and they widen with excitement before I glance over my shoulder to see Q, his cock already hard again in his tight grip as he walks on his knees toward me.
“Oooh dirty, Lou.” I grin at her—her eyes bouncing from our intense eye contact back to the Cheval mirror where she watches the reflection—watching all of us in those glittering cinnamon eyes.
“Getting so hot at the idea of seeing me get good and fucked,” I growl.
“Hyuh-yeah!” she whines high and needy as I thrust deep—Seb stroking my knot as he and Caz slaver over Louise’s hard clit.
This is more than enough encouragement for Q, who gathersdripping slick and Seb’s cum from his ass to lube his cock before he enters me.
I’ve done a lot of tough talk, but it takes every fibre of my willpower not to blow my load right there as Quentin’s cockhead glides against my prostate; Louise’s pussy practically strangles my cock as she succumbs to the intense stimulation of all her senses; wet sounds and moans fill the room as Seb and Caz lavish attention on her joy buzzer, Quentin strokes my ass slow and deep in the mirror.
“Oh god—I’m cumming!” she screams as her body erupts into a shuddering cascade of firing muscles; her eyes gleaming-white as they revolve back into her head.
I feel Quentin gutter against me—filling my ass as his hips stutter jerkily against my glutes.
Sébastien and Caz sit back—allowing Louise to release some of the tension in her arms and legs as she comes down from climax.
“Good girl, now you can have what you’ve been waiting for,” I rasp, hooking my arms through hers—pinning her against the bed with my body weight as I close my hands into fists in her hair, rooting the back of her head to the mattress as I begin to pound her with the full force of my need, my bottomless desire.
“Dennis, I need your knot!” she wails, her hands clamped down hard over my shoulders, her arms hooking up from under mine to cling to me as I bounce her hips up off the mattress with the power of my downward thrusts.
“I want your bite first, then I’ll stretch you good—give it to you so deep,” I growl into her ear.
I piston in and out of her relentlessly—Q’s cum seeping from my pulsing asshole down onto my balls, my throbbing knot, adding to Louise’s slick as I pump in and out of her tight cunt—almost at my limit.
I feel the points of her pearly canines dance over the side of my neck—as if she were some kind of vampire queen—before shebites down; the searing heat of the bond blossoms from the ring of teeth marks as she breaks the skin and claims her bond.
Before I know what I’m doing—my teeth find the top curve of the cartilage of her ear; my teeth clamping down in the mating bite as my knot plunges inside her—our bodies joining in the perfect union of bonded, fated mates.
Chapter 21
Louise
Iwake in the morning, pleasantly sore from the athletics of the night before.
