Page 77 of The Surrender

Mad heat shreds my pulse. Molten desire devours my blood and steals all my nerves until my breath bursts in frenzied gasps. I’m writhing and squirming, rubbing against their dicks, desperate for friction.

And begging, “Oh, gods, please, just let me come or kill me. Just stop torturing me. Oh, gods, just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

With a growl, Merikh fists my hair so he may drag his teeth across my throat and press his lips to my throbbing pulse, latching on to suckle. I shiver from his fingertips as he traces the ink swirling upon my skin. They’re not shifting or whorling like they sometimes do, but neither of them has penetrated me yet. Apparently, my vym is more partial to the actual fucking part.

He seeks the million little words contained within the soul of my scars. The enigma of the gods has begun to shatter.

We are fire. We are storms. We are need. We are blood and heat and fire and flesh and bodies.

“Are you ready, Quinny dear?” asks Kyan while fondling my breasts from behind, tenderly twisting the red and wanton nipples.

“I’ve been ready, you exasperating feather-headed deity!”

Kyan pauses and folds his hands around my ribs, gazing back at his partner. “Did she just—”

“She did. No mercy, brother,” growls Merikh and thrusts hard and fast, penetrating all my soaked, silken flesh.

“Oh, savage mercies!” I double over as he forces me to feel every inch, rubbing the roof of my pussy with those icy brutish crosses.

Merikh raises me up and brings me down even deeper, impaling me on his cock until I clench all around him.

“That’s my little dove,” he says and kisses me, tongue stabbing in to claim my mouth before gripping the side of my neck. “Eyes on me. You’re going to take them all, Quintessa.”

Them? Oh... “Bloody blazes!” is all I croak out before Kyan vibrates along the side of his partner’s shaft.

My pulse skyrockets. I work to spread my hips as he stretches my flesh—as they both burn and stretch me—as much as Thayne did the first time he fucked me. No wonder Merikh went first. Kyan’s vibrating cock helps push him deeper while stimulating my center.

The muscles in my calves flex and tighten as I work to station my feet flat on the banks below me. Struggling to take them both, to accept them, to ride them.

“So fucking tight…” the vampire whispers in my ear, the whisper bordering on a growl. “Good girl, dripping all over us. You love both our huge cocks fucking your dirty tight cunt, don’t you, little dove?”

I grind my fist into his chest while slamming my head against Kyan’s shoulder as he works his way inside. Deeper. Sliding right against Merikh’s shaft until they are both buried to the hilts inside me. I swear I can feel them nudging my womb. Somehow, some way, my muscles relax to take them both, to accept them until I feel them in every corner of my heart and soul.

Grinding my hips, begging them to move, I feed on their masculine monstrosities. On the energy of two predator gods sheathed inside me. I feel their cocks rubbing against one another, stroking each other inside me.

Between the vibration and those cold cross kisses, I can’t hold back anymore.

I explode.

Galaxies swirl in my vision, competing with the whorls lighting up and dancing all over my skin. I convulse again and again. Tremors rock my body. If real rapture exists, I’m getting a taste.

“Sweet heaven!” exclaims Merikh uncharacteristically as I spasm around them. “Such a bad girl coming on our cocks already. If she keeps squeezing us like that, this won’t last so long.”

“Bloody hell...” Kyan echoes, leaning in to nibble on my earlobe while vibrating harder, prolonging the orgasm, and filling me with aftershocks of pleasure. “You’re our sweet, little slut, aren’t you, Quinny? You’re going to take both of us now. You’ll take the three of us,” he finishes with that familiar lilt.

I grab onto the back of his neck for dear life and swing my neck to kiss Shadow. Oracle. Because it will take some time to get used to that. In some ways, he’ll always be Shadow to me.

While Shadow opens my mouth beneath his and probes his tongue inside to taste me, they synchronize. And begin to fuck me.

“Oh…” I moan into Shadow’s mouth when Merikh captures my distended clit and rubs it with the flat of three fingers.

Kyan hasn’t stopped vibrating, and I’m afraid it will be too much. I’m squeezing around them, grinding my hips, fucking them back. It takes me a moment to latch onto their rhythm as they thrust in and out, pulsing their hard, fat cocks inside me, but I finally do.

“That’s right, little dove. Fucking soaked for us. Your greedy little cunt is hungry for our cocks, isn’t it? But you’re going to take them. Take our fat cocks, crosses and vibrating and all.”

“And you will not come until we tell you,” finishes Shadow against my lips, releasing my hair and urging me to his partner.

Merikh forces my mouth open with his tongue, dives in deep, and fucks me with his tongue. I gasp and pant into his mouth. He groans, deep in his chest, hungry, drinking from me. They take as much from me as they give. And I wonder if they are feeding me pieces of my half soul—the one they consumed before they met me—even as they feed my pussy with their thick, ridged cocks. An exchange of emotion and depth. Like I’m riding on the currents of their beings.

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