Page 117 of Our Little Monster
Nox's hands slid over my hips from my left, claiming space alongside Thorne's, and I reveled in the heat of them both, the undeniable strength they offered and demanded in return.
The solid thud of a framed picture hitting the floor snapped through our passion-hazed bubble. We were destruction in motion, a maelstrom of limbs. The walls of my father's cabin groaned in protest as we slammed against them, the once-still photos descending like leaves in autumn.
“Serina,” Nox growled, nipping at my collarbone. “So fucking beautiful.”
I arched my neck to the side into him, seeking more of that delicious pain that flared into pleasure.
Bastian's hands roved lower, dipping below my pants and panties, easily finding my slick pussy. He growled into my mouth as he kissed me and swallowed my moan as he started stroking my needy cunt.
While Nox and Thorne's teeth found the tender skin at the nape of my neck on either side, eliciting a gasp that mingled with the cracking sound of furniture giving way beneath us.
The couch. I broke the couch from my writhing against Bastian’s wicked fingers. Fuck, how did we move from the dining room to the living room?
“Harder,” I urged, my voice a ragged whisper lost amid the symphony of breaking wood and ragged moans. “I can take more now.”
They all obliged, each touch, each kiss, each bite, each fucking stroke. Gods, I was going to come. I stumbled forward; we were a tangled quartet through hallways lined with memories, leaving a trail of splintered wood and clothes in our path.
I ripped at anything with buttons on all of them as I passed between the three guys, desperately trying to reach my bedroom down the hall.
Our kisses were wild, tasting of wine and want, our bodies speaking a language beyond words as we moved together.
“God, Serina,” Thorne panted, his hands firm on my waist as he pressed me into Bastian's chest, “you're everything.” His words were slammed into my lips with his kiss just as his tongue slipped into my mouth.
I was naked now, and so were all three of them. Thorne and Bastian's cocks dug into me from the front and the back, which only made the heat in my stomach coil tighter as Nox's fingers found their way to my core. He inserted two thick digits and thrusted them inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot.
I cried out, throwing my head back on Bastian's hard chest as he kissed along my neck.
Thorne kneaded and sucked on my breasts as Bastian's cock grinded into my back. Feeling them so hard and needy for me made me grind harder against them.
“Everything,” Bastian and Nox echoed, their voices a chorus that wrapped around me, filling the spaces inside me that yearned for them.
This was no gentle exploration—it was aclaiming. Each caress was a brand, each moan a vow, as I collided again and again with Nox's fingers and the palm of his calloused hand against my clit.
The lines of where one of us ended and another began became hopelessly, wonderfully blurred. I saw stars as I climaxed, my body a trembling mess against their hard frames.
Nox withdrew his soaked fingers. Placing his middle finger in his mouth, he sucked it clean, and then he offered his pointer finger to Thorne, and he did the same. It caught me on fire all over again. I moaned at the sight of them feasting on the mess they made of me.
“Now I want a taste,” Bastian crooned from behind me before effortlessly lifting me in his arms and finally making it into my old bedroom.
He tossed me on to the twin bed before dragging me to the edge and dropping to his knees between my legs. He kissed my inner thighs, his hot breath hitting my clit making me squirm on a moan.
Nox grabbed my wrists and pulled me more to the other side of the bed. Bastian didn't stop his assault, he only moved with my body.
I cried out as he ravished my needy clit with his talented tongue, my head now hanging off the edge as my feet hung off the other side. Nox's cock bobbed in front of my face, and I licked my lips, realizing what he was doing as he rubbed the crown of his leaking cock over my full lips.
I fisted him first, nipping under his shaft, and he groaned. I matched his sound and took him in my mouth, wrapping my lips around his thick length, sucking greedily. He tasted so good.
Bastian's hands gripped onto my thighs, guiding my hips up and down on his tongue, and I couldn't help but give him more of the taste he sought, so I grinded harder, my brutal pace matching the thrusts of Nox's cock in my mouth.
I could feel Thorne watching, leaning in occasionally to kiss my neck, my breasts, to touch me in all my most sensitive places as I worked Nox's hardness down my throat, his own shaft rubbing against my stomach when he would lean over on the bed to suck my nipples into his mouth. It was all too much.
My hands snaked down my body to grab a fistful of Thorne's hair and pull him closer as he sucked and nipped on my aching nipples.
He obliged with a growl, and his fangs sunk into my flesh as he drank from me. I cried out as my orgasm slammed through me from the intensity of his venom.
I moaned around Nox's cock, and suddenly he was spilling down my throat with his own roar of pleasure. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet plop before dropping down and capturing my lips with his own as we shared our kisses through the hunger and need still burning through me.
I thought their venom was strong before, but it was nothing compared to this. Now, when we would bite each other, blood share with each other, everything was so intense I almost felt like my soul was literally leaving my body and going to another plane of existence.
