Page 74 of The Surrender

I flinch from the first strike. But the blood thickens in my veins, and my body turns hot at the sight of Merikh bringing his whip-like belt down on Kyan’s thigh of hard-packed muscle. While his jaw is locked and sweat forms on his brow, the fallen angel doesn’t move a muscle.

Except for one.

A flush suffuses my breasts and surges to my cheeks at the sight of Kyan’s thick cock vibrating. Warm wetness slicks my pussy at the thought of sitting on it, but I ball my hands into fists and keep myself curled tight like a caterpillar. The irony when I’m his spirit moth.

Merikh swings the belt down on the side of Kyan’s cock, causing the member to bounce against his muscled thigh. My gasp times to Kyan’s groan, a groan so deep in his throat. But not one flinch! Other than his erection swelling, hardening. The veins in Merikh’s neck bulge, showing a hint of his lust. I love seeing him like this. Both of them. In their raw and dark state, they are giving me their vulnerability.

If they choose to bring me into their inner circle, it would be an honor. And my surrender would be a gift. Just as Kyan’s is now.

My breath grows heavy and labored as Merikh lashes his partner’s cock until every muscle in Kyan’s chest and biceps bulge. He strikes Kyan’s chest and thighs until red welts form. More sweat cleaves to Kyan’s brow while his breath quickens…and hitches from the vampire brushing the mere tip of the belt along the angel’s soft velvet crown. It’s grown conceivably larger since the process began, prompting my mouth to water.

Fingers quivering, I swallow a moan and lower the tips of my digits along my pussy lips. Before they can land to relieve the arousal and tension, Merikh is before me. Snapping his belt on the ground and marking me with those heart-severing dark eyes. Oh, gods, I wither and shrink beneath the primal predator with his violent beauty, reading his body language loud and clear. No touching without permission.

Once I thread my fingers in my lap and bow my head, the vampire nods and returns to Kyan, barking the command, “Hands and knees, my cherub.”

I tense. Judging by how Kyan’s eyes narrow while his spine snaps, I can guess it’s not a term of endearment. But a smile curls one corner of my mouth because his hardness just betrayed itself with another vibration.

The wind picks up a notch, and I bite my lower lip as it ruffles my hair and kisses my cheeks, understanding the God of Air is responsible.

No sooner does Kyan get on his hands and knees than Merikh strikes his ass hard with the belt. Molten desire swarms inside me, liquid fire in my blood. With how swiftly the angel heals, it takes Merikh more time to build up the welts on his bottom and the backs of his thighs. He doesn’t stop until Kyan’s skin is cracked open, bleeding for him. The viciousness I remember from the night Merikh first fucked me has returned. Those eyes promise all the punishment and bloodshed of a death god.

By the time the vampire swings the belt and strikes at the angel’s balls, Kyan’s muscles have locked up. He hisses through gritted teeth while the wind whips all around us. Little whitecaps crest on the surface of the water. Snowdrifts flurry down from the nearby mountains.

“Little dove,” Merikh growls without turning to me, but he stabs a finger between his mate’s thighs. “You will suck him.”

I scramble toward them as fast as my legs can carry me. Heat grows between my thighs as I get between Kyan’s legs. As I lean over, the vampire fists his hand through Kyan’s long, rich brown locks and warns him, “You will not come, boy. You know the rules.”

My breath hitches because I’m so fucking turned on. All the sensations of that night with Merikh on the tower electrify my nerves and send more wet heat to ooze out of my slit. A thin sheen of cum glistens on that otherworldly cock’s crown. With a smile, I flick my tongue across the shaft head to taste his arousal. Salty, of course. But I also catch hints of snow-tossed wind upon his skin. It only feeds my desire.

“Same for you,” he directs me with the same command. Don't come, don't come, don't come.

Nodding, I choke on a gasp and fold my lips around Kyan’s velvet crown. He jerks, nostrils flaring, but he knows better than to move or pump into my mouth. Instead, I close my mouth around him as much as possible and slide up and down, clenching when he quivers a precursor. Oh, savage mercies! He vibrates in my mouth, rattling my teeth and coating my tongue with more cum.

Warm wind rakes across the cape still clothing my body, but it finds my exposed pussy like a kiss of heated air. I clench my wanton muscles around too much air when they want to be filled. Tears burn my dry throat and sting the lining of my eyes while more saliva fills my mouth as I suck the angel harder. I twist and coil my tongue all the way down until I catch the soft skin of his firm balls, which have drawn up higher to his groin.

“Bloody sweet saints and sinners...holyfuckfuckfuck!” Kyan bellows low like a rumble of thunder. And I realize it was not simply from my tongue but from Merikh’s.

Because blood becomes. And he’s licking and tasting the angel’s blood while I suck from his cock like it’s my sweet saintly stick of heaven. Blood pierces and invades and transfuses. Soon, Merikh will become one with Kyan.

And I get to witness them!

I feel Merikh’s fingers curve against my chin as he cups Kyan’s balls, stroking the tender nerves from where he’d belted him. A deep groan leaves the angel’s throat, and he grinds his fist into the ground as I slide my mouth up and down, slicking his shaft and taking him as deep as I can manage. When he vibrates again to hit the inside of my throat, I jerk back.

Rising, the vampire squares his shoulders and tightens his grip on the belt. Oh, savage gods, I hug my arms around my chest when his gaze roams from the velvet sac to the backs of the angel’s muscled thighs and firm globes of his buttocks all riddled with sores.

He lifts his eyes to a higher target. He raises his arm.

My heart leaps into my throat.

Dark power radiates off Merikh as he snaps the belt. It cracks against Kyan’s very wings! A ferocious squall rocks the nearby mountains and sends snowfalls down upon our forms.

More tears fill my eyes from the angel’s set jaw as he takes it. Surrenders to Merikh’s every will and whim. Sweat streams along his body to glisten his skin while his muscles flex and bulge between every strike. The vampire doesn’t stop. Feathers fall. Blood trickles as he mutilates Kyan’s wings.

My longing arms lift toward him, aching to surround the angel. Become his haven as he did for me.

“Don’t fucking touch him,” warns Merikh in a sadistic growl. I ball my hands into fists and clutch them close to my chest until he follows with, “Touch yourself, little dove.”

What?

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