Page 176 of Boy of Ruin
Lucifer stands, walking around the circle, taking Atlas’s spot, but he lifts my head, lowering it back down to his lap, his hands gripping my skull.
I tilt my head up and meet his gaze.
Then someone’s heavy, hot body is on top of me and I flinch, seeing Cain’s black gaze on mine as he reaches between us.
I bite my lip, my arms still pinned down by Maverick, and now Atlas, taking Cain’s place.
Ezra’s fingers are still on my thigh.
Cain’s calloused ones come to my low hip, then he’s pushing into me without a word, staring right at me.
I moan, feeling him stretch me, fill me.
His hand leaves my hip, comes to my hair, tangling in my strands, as he yanks my head back, further into Lucifer’s hand. He moves slowly at first, leaning down over me, angling his head as he holds eye contact.
Then he’s faster, and as I whimper, jerking my hands against Maverick and Atlas’s hold on me, Cain drops his head and swallows down my sounds, his tongue twirling around mine.
Lucifer’s fingers press harder against my skull, almost painful.
“You like that, Angel?” Maverick whispers, and I moan again in Cain’s mouth as he moves inside of me, jarring my spine against the floor. “You always wanted all of us, didn’t you, baby?”
I’m panting against Cain’s mouth as he fucks me, his fingers still jerking my hair. But he pulls back and Lucifer dips his head down over my face.
His eyes are blue slits. “You want Ella to suck me off, Lilith?” he asks softly as Cain rolls his hips so he’s hitting deep inside of me, fingers digging into my skin, just over the brand of J’s name.
“N-no,” I manage to say, holding my husband’s gaze, the sensation of Cain filling me up overwhelming, the sounds of our hips colliding causing my core to tighten.
“No?” Lucifer teases me.
He leans closer, one hand going to my throat, wrapping his fingers gently around my neck. His lips are over mine as Cain keeps fucking me, my legs spread wide, my arms still pinned to the floor.
“No,” I say again, fiercer this time.
Lucifer smiles. Then he gets to his knees, my head gently connecting with the floor.
He wraps his fingers around his cock and my stomach flutters as I arch my neck, open my mouth wide for my husband.
“Are you okay, baby girl?” he asks quietly as he stares at me, his hand stroking the length of him, my body jolting with every thrust of Cain’s, my pussy clenching tight around him, the taste of my husband’s blood in my mouth.
“Yes,” I tell him, and it comes out as a breathless moan.
He grins at me, then he pushes his dick into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat with no mercy.
He groans, his head dropping back as Cain keeps fucking me.
Then someone let’s go of my arm.
Someone’s hand is on my breast, grabbing me, pinching me, bruising me.
Ezra forces my knee to bend as he plants my foot on the floor, then spreads my thigh wider.
“Your wife feels so fucking good,” Cain groans.
“Yeah?” Lucifer whispers, dipping his chin to stare at me. “Then use her,” he tells his brothers, eyes still locked on mine. “She’s our offering tonight.” His hand comes over my throat, there’s another hand on my other breast, hands all over me as Cain fucks me harder, getting closer, low moans leaving his lips.
“You’re so beautiful, Angel,” comes Maverick’s low voice, and I think his hands are on me. I think he’s clawing at my breast, gripping me so tight my eyes water. “Unus ex nobis,” he whispers, and I feel his mouth against my skin. “One of us.”
Cain groans, melding his hips with mine, and he releases into me as Lucifer pushes his cock far back into my throat, stealing my breath, almost like he’s punishing me.
