Page 50 of The Sacrifice

As soon as my tongue circles the crown, I gasp.

And Merikh sniggers. “Yes, it’s a magic cross. My little idea of a joke. Pure silver. Now, open your mouth.”

Once I do, he stabs inside me hard and merciless. Oh, bleeding god! Nothing but heated silk and velveteen penetrate my mouth. And the icy silver of multiple magic crosses. All. The. Way. Down. Holy fuck, I pull back my teeth in just enough time, knowing the back of my throat will bear the swollen evidence of his massive erection. Something inside me registers his shaft is only this hot because he’s controlling the blood flow. He’s already nudging the back of my throat, but when I grip the base of him, I register he’s not even halfway into my mouth. Fucking shit. I rub my hand upon his length, fisting him, marveling at the lack of any veins or ridges. As if his immense and long shaft was carved from pure marble.

He shoots his hips forward, thrusting, plunging deeper. “Fuck, yeah,” he groans as I swallow him so deeply. That groan is enough to send hot fluids to soak my pussy. “Your throat is so tight. Hot. Wet. Goddamn!”

I gag, choke, but I grip his thighs with one hand and use my other to cup his heavy balls. His breath increases, and I take the power of this moment. Sucking cocks is no grand feat, but it's the first time I've felt my breath shatter and my throat close up around one. The largest one for that matter, though I can't help but wonder if I could take both of Drago's.

I suck harder as he erotically fucks my throat. The silver bars chafe the roof of my mouth and the inside of my throat. He pulls out once to let me gasp a flurry of breaths.

“I smell your wet little cunt. Touch it for me now.”

Inhaling deeply, I squeeze my eyes and slowly creep my fingers to my pussy. Slow-drape them across the pubic lips and the folds. They’re so slick and slippery. And warm. Everything is raw and real. Aching for more.

“Dirty girl touching her bits. Now, rub your sweet, little bud. And take a deep breath.”

I moan and lurch at the single touch to my clitoris. A second later, I’m rubbing it fiercely and inhaling the greatest gust of air...right before Merikh plunges inside me. I suck him as hard as I can and work my tongue all around his length, tasting the silver bars. Gods, it’s hard to believe he’s longer than Drago. Of course, the dragon king has two cocks, ridges, and scales. Still, I can’t help but wonder if Merikh, as an apex predator, possesses a knot. My wandering thoughts turn to morbid fantasies, which only get me wetter. My blood sings from the sound of his deep growl. His breath turns labored as he pumps into my throat while I circle my clit and drip more from my hungry slit.

“You will not come,” he dictates, eyes sharp enough to lance mine. “If you come, I’ll bend you over that casket and spank your ass, pussy, and tits so hard, they’ll bear my eternal handprints.”

Tears streaming down my eyes, I manage to whimper and nod, giving my clit a hard pinch.

With a satisfied grunt, Merikh increases his rhythm. Pumps so deep and hard and fast and hungry. My throat burns, swelling more from that cock while my lungs become a blazing inferno, screaming for air. With a primal roar, the vampire grips my head to lock me in place, hips slamming forward, release rupturing through him as he shoots hot, violent jets of his cum down my throat. He’s still spilling his seed as he eases out, and it dribbles in to flood my mouth. Most cum has been tasteless, dull. Not Merikh’s. Bitter but with a sweet aftertaste.

“No,” he snarls and holds my mouth open, so his cum trickles down my chin. “You swallowed enough. Now, you will wear my seed.”

I clench my eyes, arching my back with a moan as he rubs his cum over my nipples, soaking the already-erect buds. A soft pinch to each surprises me. He collects more cum from my mouth, and I pinch my eyes, straining to see in the dark, wondering what he’s going to do. I hiss a sharp breath, tipping my head back when he spreads his seed over my wetness, coating my soaked folds.

I feel his cold breath on my cheek as he leans in to whisper in my ear, “You’ll come from one fucking pump, Quintessa.”

My heart stutters. No more than that skipped beat passes, and Merikh stabs three fingers deep inside me, circles my clit with his thumb, and captures one taut nipple in his mouth. The pressure inside me snaps. Unleashes an unholy tidal wave of ecstasy to gush through my system, striking lightning to every nerve and synapse. Tremors rack my body. Hair-raising tingles, thousands of them, awaken on my skin to drown me in heated pleasure.

“That’s it, my good pet. Ride my fingers, dirty, little girl.”

His words only serve to extend the waves rocking into me. The rapture is blinding even more than the darkness swallowing my vision. After he’s plundered every last reserve of my bliss, he jerks out his fingers. Undone, I fall, not expecting him to catch me. My body meets the cold, gritty stone, and I curl up into a quivering ball and shield my chest with my arms. I hear Merikh snap his belt back into place before he squats before me, chilled breath hovering over my cheek.

I tremble when he brushes a finger across my throat and down to my chest where he grips my arms and parts them. “I won’t forget how lovely you look when you're sucking my cock, Quintessa,” he slows the speaking of my name as if savoring. And drags his palm down to fondle my breast, scooping the flesh to test the weight. “Or how painfully beautiful you are naked in the dark, terror-struck as a dove. Yes, a vulnerable, little dove. Broken and beautiful.”

“Hmm...almost as beautiful as you.”

His finger stills at his mark. And I lift my head, regardless of how I can’t see him. It’s enough to feel him. “Poor, sad scarred vampire. Can’t get off without hurting.”

He pushes closer and feathers his lips on the barest edge of mine in an almost kiss. “That’s right, little dove. Nothing more real and alive than your surrender, when you fall apart for me, shattering into a million, sharp little pieces. When I break you.”

A ripple of warmth bursts inside me. And I laugh. I know it catches him off guard because he starts to pull away, his breath quickening. No, I don’t let him escape. I pounce. His body locks up when I squeeze my legs around him and grind my pussy against his clothes like a sex-crazed vixen.

After I find his cheek and manage a quick lash of my tongue before he growls, grabs my hair, and thrusts me back, I tell him, “The only one who gets to break me is me.” I throw my head back and laugh as he struggles against me. I rock up and down his pelvis, feeling his cock bulging, growing harder. “You might have pretty crosses in your cock, Merikh. But I have a thousand fucking scars. And the ink I bled into them. And that’s why you hate me so much, isn’t it? Because I wear them so proudly, and all you can do is hide yours while you try to scar others.”

“Admit it, Quintessa. You love when I fuck your mouth hard and treat you like my pretty prisoner. You love my hatred. So, what are you going to do about it, little dove?” He drags his fangs down my neck, and I arch, rubbing my warm fluids across his tunic.

Grinning, I tear the cap off his head and tug it over my hair. “Give me all the scars you want to, you sadistic prick. I’ll wear them inside and out just as proud. I love all of them. Because the ones with the greatest scars are the ones with the deepest hearts. Good luck finding mine.”

I climb off him, hear his stunned breath, and search the ground for my fallen dress. Another moment passes before it drops onto my back. I’m just pressing it to my front when the crypt door thrusts open. One look at me, at Merikh, and Drago’s neck turns tight, his jaw turns to iron, and his eyes blaze with a raging inferno. All my adrenaline nosedives.

Scrambling to my feet, I rush into his arms as quickly as I can and beg him, my voice cracking, “Take me out of here now.”

“I’ll kick your ass later, Merikh,” Drago guarantees before scooping my naked body into his arms. I clutch the dress to my chest and lean into all his raw, rigid heat, barely acknowledging Mayce and Kyan standing outside.

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