Page 139 of Fury of the Bound
“Impressive,” Malrik drawls, commenting on Ronan's exposed length. He presses closer behind me, lips grazing my ear, warm breath teasing, while two fingers sink deep inside me, curling perfectly. “Now, love, use that gorgeous mouth of yours on your good boy and make him come for you.”
My pussy clenches around his fingers at the sound of that possessive growl, the way he claims both of us. His wicked laugh vibrates in my ear, and I shiver, hips jerking against him, powerless to stop the heat spiralling through me.
“Oh, she liked that.”
“Open your mouth for him,” Malrik commands. I obeyed without hesitation, lips parting as my eyes dragged over every inch of his cock. I want to taste him, memorise the way every vein pulses under my tongue until he shatters for me.
Ronan stayed still, and I could see the fight in his eyes.
So, Malrik reaches over me, hand wrapping around Ronan’s cock, and hisses through his teeth in warning—his gaze snapping to my blood mage.
“I need you to gag her,” Malrik tells him, unbothered by the tension. “Don’t want the whole fucking forest hearing how loud our girl screams.”
He nudges Ronan's cock to my lips, and I take him in deep, moaning around him as the taste hits me—thick, hot, and addictive. His hand tangles in my hair, tugging me closer, while Malrik's fingers curl deep inside me, flexing and dragging me apart.
“Good fucking boy,” Malrik tells him as he presses a kiss between my shoulder blades, trailing lower, across the curve of my arse. His fingers don't slow, plunging in and out of me with ruthless precision. “Now hold onto something, love.”
I hardly had time to brace—gripping the edge of the rock harder—before his tongue replaced his fingers, spearing into me without mercy. I moaned around Ronan’s cock, the sound wet and desperate, and it only seemed to spur them both on.
Malrik groaned like a man starved, devouring me like his last salvation. His fangs sink into the hollow of my thigh, and I shatter around him, a strangled cry spilling over Ronan's length. Pleasure and pain crash together, and he drinks it in, claiming me completely.
The obscene sounds Malrik made as he fed and fucked me with his tongue were feral. Ronan's hands were fists in my hair, trying to keep control while watching me fall apart.
I twirled my tongue around him, drinking in every low groan that rumbled from his chest. Then Malrik sucked my clit into his mouth—hard. My vision shattered. The orgasm ripped through me without warning, my legs trembling beneath the weight of it. I barely had time to breathe before I realised his mouth was gone… and in the next heartbeat, he was inside me.
His cock was brutal, thick and pierced and relentless as he slammed into me from behind. His chest pressed against my back, the heat of him searing, breath hot at my ear.
“Look at you, drooling all over his cock and your chin like it’s your favourite thing in the world. Does he taste good, little witch?”
His hips snapped forward again, and again, hammering into me without pause, dragging the edges of my orgasm out until I was raw and shaking.
“We have an audience.”
Malriks' voice was a low purr against my skin. But it wasn’t until Ronan shifted—just slightly—that I caught it.
Kieran was standing between the trees. His stormy grey eyes locked onto me, unreadable and cold, his fists clenched at his sides, as though holding himself back from stepping in was tearing him apart.
“Shit, baby—I’m gonna cum,” Ronan rasped, voice wrecked and raw as he used my mouth, thrusts becoming erratic, desperate.
Behind me, Malrik let out a dark, amused chuckle. His hands gripped my waist like a vice, possessive and punishing as he drove into me with a bruising force. “Let him watch. Let him see how fucking ruined you look between us both, taking our cocks like the fucking goddess you are.”
One hand slid between my legs, and with a single, wicked stroke over my clit, I shattered—a scream muffled around Ronan’s cock as my body convulsed around Malrik, but my eyes stayed on Kierans for a few seconds longer.
“Come down her throat, make her gag on you. She loves being used like this. Take it all, little witch.” He slaps my arse, hard.
“Fuck,” Ronan hips snap forward one last time as he spills deep in my throat, and I swallow every last drop eagerly.
Malrik followed with a feral roar, slamming into me so hard it knocked the breath from my lungs, his fangs grazing my shoulder as he came deep inside me.
Oh god, that was everything.
Ronan pulled free with a shuddering breath, chest heaving, lips parted. I didn't have a moment to enjoy the sight before Malriks' hand caught my chin roughly, forcing my head toward him. His mouth crushed against mine, tongue forcing its way past my lips. The sound that left it was possessive.
When he pulled back, his grin was feral. “Fucking delicious.”
I blinked at him, breath still coming in short, ragged pulls, and let out a weak, stunned laugh. He enjoyed tasting me after having another man come in my mouth, but I really shouldn't be surprised with him.
Ronan, still shaking from the intensity, flipped him off without looking. “You’re deranged,” he muttered, tucking himself away.
