Page 22 of Fractured Constellations
“Come for us now, Moonbeam,” Thorn demands, pinching my bud so hard that I have no choice but to explode. Liquid squirts out of me, coating Blade, who takes that as his cue to fuck me harder, his grip on my throat cutting off my air entirely as he surges inside me.
The lack of oxygen only prolongs my pleasure, electricity crackling all over my body as they fuck me into oblivion. Blade is the first to come, thrusting so deeply I swear he invades my womb, and Chase isn’t far behind him, roaring out his release as he pours it inside me, triggering another small orgasm just as black dots appear at the edges of my vision.
Blade’s grip on my throat loosens enough so that I can take a gasping breath of sweet oxygen, my entire body collapsing on top of his sweat-slicked one. Chase pulls out, flopping to the side of me, our chests heaving as they stroke my damp skin.
“You are beyond anything I could have ever imagined, Goldilocks,” Blade whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead as I feel Chase kiss my shoulder.
“She’s not finished yet,” Thorn says, and the other two chuckle deeply as my heavy lids open.
“Thorn, I can’t,” I plead, but his handsome face just breaks into a devious smile.
“Oh, you will though. Remember your punishment?” he responds gently, his fingers stroking some hair off my cheek. “Blade.”
Before I can protest more, Blade rolls us so that I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. He kisses my lips, then rolls off, a rush of wetness leaving my cunt as he pulls out.
“Thanks for the lube, brothers,” Thorn says, his body covering mine, his dick sliding inside me with no resistance. “Still so tight for me, even after they both fucked you raw,” he hums, every inch of our skin pressed together.
“Thorn,” I breathe out as he moves, his elbows braced either side of my head, his hips doing a dance that has my tired limbs trying to wrap around him, but it’s no use. I’m too fucked out to move.
“Shhhh, pretty stepsis. Just lie there and take my dick like the good girl I know you are,” he purrs against my lips, his mouth closing the distance and his tongue demanding entry.
I open up to him, because what else can I do? My hands come up and grasp his hair, my fingers weaving into the softness and gripping tightly. He groans, and remembering what he said about pain, I pull hard.
His next thrust is brutal, and I gasp, my mouth finding his shoulder, my teeth grazing his skin.
“That’s it, baby,” he says in a rasp. “Bite down when it gets too much. Mark me.”
His ladder piercing strokes my inner walls, devastating me and building me up all at once, the pleasure quickly consuming me until I am just a being made from it. I sink my teeth into his skin, biting down hard as my orgasm consumes me, setting my world alight.
“Fuck, Moonbeam,” he groans as he thrusts deep, stilling inside me before he pours his release into me, coating me and claiming me as his.
I release his skin as my body goes liquid, his weight on top of me comforting and like he was always meant to be there, covering me, protecting me. Which is a joke, considering how much they’ve all ignored and tormented me these past few weeks.
“Will you…” I whisper, not wanting to ruin the moment but needing to hear their answer. “Will you stop tormenting me now?”
Silence fills the room, Thorn frozen on top of me, then he pushes up before pulling out of me to kneel between my splayed thighs. He looks down at me with heavy lids, but it’s Blade who speaks, drawing my attention to him lying beside me on his side.
“No one else will touch you, Princess. You belong to us now,” he tells me, his deep voice full of possessive satisfaction. “But that means that we own you. Your life is ours, and you will obey us. Whatever we say goes, no arguments, because we know what’s best for you.” I go to open my mouth, but his finger stops the movement, his green eyes going darker than usual. “Not. A. Word. I’m not above a gag.”
My eyes widen as Thorn laughs above me. “I think she’d look so pretty with a gag,” he purrs, his fingers tracing my throat and sending shivers skittering across my skin. “Maybe a collar too, so everyone knows who her masters are.”
“And some cuffs. I want her tied to my bed, waiting for me every night,” Chase rumbles from my other side.
I swallow hard, my heart thudding inside my chest even as my abused kitty kat sits up and fucking purrs at their suggestions. I don’t want them to control me, do I? I’ve had to give up enough control with this fucking disease, why would the thought of giving it all to them make something inside me relax, unfurling like a flower when the sun shines?
And why do I get the impression that their apathy and animosity from before is nothing compared to what they plan to do now that I’m theirs?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“LOOK AFTER YOU” BY ARON WRIGHT
THORN
“Starting with a shower, then bed,” I order, getting up from the makeshift bed and grabbing my sweats, tugging them on.
“But I’m not tired,” Luna complains, glancing over at the clock on the wall. “And if it’s like the last time, I’ll be up until about four with insomnia.” She sighs, and my chest tightens with the need to help, to somehow make all of this better, even if we can’t do what Blade said and cure her ourselves.
“What else?” I ask, perching on the edge of the mattress. She shivers, and before I can even move to find her a blanket, Blade has dragged her against him, Chase grabbing a blanket and throwing it over them. “What else happened last time? Side effects wise?”
