Page 107 of Cursed to Be Mine
“We share enough blood.”
“That’s it?”
“No.” My jaw locks as the thought of my brothers touching her clenches my fists. “It is finalized through sex magic...that will require all of my brothers to come inside you.”
She laughs hesitantly for a few seconds before it fades off on an awkward cough. “You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
“What if they don’t…” Clearing her throat, she looks down at her plate.
“Know what they’re doing?” I say, knowing damn well she’s thinking about how she’s not good enough for them. If any one of my brothers makes her feel inadequate, I’ll cut off their dick myself. It doesn’t need to be attached to them for the completion of the ritual. Probably.
She shakes her head.
“They’ll love you,kira,” I murmur softly. “They’ll love your fire and spirit and those sexy little noises you make. They’ll love the face you pull when you’re driven mad, and they’ll love how you beg them to come inside you.”
“They have to finish?” she asks, lifting her gaze under a curtain of brown hair.
“In your ass or mouth. Your pussy is mine.”
She swallows as I reach for the box of strawberries sitting between our plates. All this talk about my brothers touching her is making me tense.
“Now scoot your chair back,kira. I want dessert.”
Thirty-Two
HIM
Her cheeks pinken as I stand. Her mouth falls open. Her eyes grow half-lidded. She looks the definition of sex, and my cock hardens fully by the time I take off my pants.
Her beautiful throat works as she breathes unevenly, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm my cock matches, jerking up and down as her eyes fall to it.
Her little pink tongue comes out to wet her lips, and I pick up the box of strawberries as I stride to her. Her gaze lands on mine when I crouch in front of her, her nostrils flaring as need darkens her pretty blue eyes.
Lifting a strawberry, I trail it across her parted lips, then push in. She sucks on it, her cheeks puckering, and my cock jerks with envy.
“You’re going to sit on my face while I eat these out of you,” I say as I pop the strawberry out of her mouth.
“But I’m too bi–”
“You’re going to sit down all the way, and you’re goingto ride my face until you come.”
“But –”
She stops as I grab the back of her head and pull her mouth towards my cock. She parts her lips, but I hold back, just running the tip against her mouth. “No buts,kira,” I say, looking down into her eyes. “I have dreamed of you grinding your pussy and ass against my mouth for months. I’m not going to wait any longer to have what’s mine, so you are going to sit like a good little girl for me, aren’t you?”
My hand tightens in her hair as her nostrils flare and little puffs of arousal kiss my cock. She licks my head, and putting down the box of strawberries on the table, I thread my other hand in her hair. “Aren’t you?” I breathe, my ass tight as I hold my position just out of her wet willing mouth.
“Yes.”
Groaning, I rock gently forward, allowing her to focus on the sensitive tip, her sexy tongue swirling around the fullness of it, her cheeks sucking around the ridge. “That’s a good girl,” I rasp, still holding her gaze as I hold her head still between my hands.
She whimpers around me, and I push forward, seeking the tight clench of her throat. My eyes growing half-hooded as I pull back out, I reach over to grab one of the little red fruits. Crushing it in my fist, I drizzle its juices over the length of my cock.
Pulling out of her, I cup my balls as the liquid slides down them, then jerk my hand up my cock, covering it everywhere. “Have your dessert,kira.”
I hold my dick upright so she can lick my balls, and she leans forward with her greedy little tongue. She laps at the juices covering them, then sucks one in, and my head rocks back as I cup her face. “Your mouth feels so good on me, baby.”
