Page 108 of Touched By Darkness

My eyes widen as the bed shifts, and then Alaric is between my legs, fully dressed, with his cock clasped in his fist. He runs the thick head over my clit and smears Daemon’s cum all over my swollen, tender folds. “You ready for more, little angel?”

The bed shifts again, and Ronan smirks down at me while stroking his thick length. “Drop the innocent angel act and open that pretty little mouth like a good girl.”

I gasp as Alaric grabs me by my throat and fills me with his thick girth. The stretch of his cock, and the sight of Ronan hovering over me, like an avenging angel who’s here to dole out pain and pleasure in equal measure, has me wriggling on the bed like a willing whore.

Where these angels are concerned, I am one.

I open my mouth wide, then wince when he fists my hair and yanks my head off the mattress. It’s difficult to suck him at this angle, but he gives me no time to overthink it as he slides his big cock in and out of my mouth at a maddening rhythm.

“Flatten your tongue.” His cock hits the back of my throat again and again, causing tears to trail down my cheeks.

Alaric grunts, fucking me so hard into the mattress that my breasts bounce. The scent of cigarette smoke tells me Daemon is still in the room, watching them take me like I’m their gifted fuck toy. I shouldn’t like that so much, but I do.

Then they switch positions. Ronan pulls out of my mouth, sits down, and spreads me over his lap.

While I sink down on his veiny length, Alaric kneels beside me and brushes my hair off my face. His slick cock, which tastes of me, pushes up against my lips. I stare at him as he slides it all the way to the back of my mouth, triggering my gag reflex.

Alaric slides his fingers into my hair, fists it in a tight grip, and thrusts his cock down my throat, keeping me frozen. “Relax for me, baby. That’s it. You’re doing so well, taking our cocks just how we like it.”

He loosens his grip on my hair as Ronan guides me over his dick with his hands on my hips. I’m not the most coordinated person in the world, so it takes me a little while to get into a good rhythm.

My hips roll, and I bounce, sucking on Alaric’s delicious cock like I can’t get enough.

The truth is, I can’t.

I finally have them all to myself in the same room, stealing parts of them right from under their noses.

Who’s the hunter now?

I’m collecting my price and reveling in my win.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” Alaric praises, thrusting wildly. “I fucking love your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

Ronan grunts affirmatively, sucking on my nipples and digging his fingers into my hips. I’ll bruise from his punishing touch.

I blink through my tears and gaze up at Alaric, with his lip trapped between his teeth, as I hover right on the edge of too much and not enough. Saliva trickles down my chin and smears my cheeks. I still want more.

More depravity.

More degradation.

As if they can hear my thoughts, Ronan shifts me off his lap and kneels beside Alaric. He palms the back of my head and slides his cock into my mouth. The tangy taste of my arousal explodes on my tongue, and I moan.

His cock disappears, and then Alaric slides his dick down my throat. They take turns to fuck my mouth, one thrust... two... switch. I’m soaking the sheets, so close to coming from sucking their dicks alone. How is that even possible?

“Such a good little whore. You like our cocks, little angel? You like servicing our needs?”

Before I can respond, Daemon appears beside the bed—wearing a towel, freshly showered—and fists my hair. He wrenches my head back and stares down at my tear and saliva-smeared face. Then he lets go and continues smoking his cigarette, as if satisfied.

I only look away when Alaric slaps his dick over my cheek and orders me to open my mouth.

I do, so very fucking willingly, while grinding my clit on the mattress and making a mess of the sheets.

On and on it goes until I’m starting to doubt they’ll ever come.

But then they do, and it’s everything I have ever desired. Strings of white cum shower over my face like rain in a hot desert. I tweak my aching nipples and rub my clit harder on the sheets while they continue painting me with their releases.

I come. I’m so pent up that my pussy gushes, soaking the sheets. It’s the first time I’ve squirted, and under different circumstances, I would have been embarrassed, but that’s the last thing on my mind when I open my eyes to look at the wardens of my imprisoned heart.

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