Page 34 of Speak No Evil

I don’t bother mentioning that he’s immortal and doesn’t have a mortal coil. I lose myself in Vrahs’s expert tongue and hook my legs around his neck.

Both Thorne and Ryker groan at the sight. “Witch, you will be the death of us all,” Ryker says as I press harder against Thorne so I can ride Vrahs’s face.

Another guttural groan from each of them as I find the perfect angle and rock my hips along it and Vrahs’s tongue.

Pressure builds, my end approaching, when suddenly, Thorne breaks contact and pushes my back more upright. When my back meets his chest again, it’s warm skin and hard muscle, and a very hard cock bobs around my backdoor.

I’m about to blow my load all over Vrahs’s face when, and don’t ask me how, a slick, lubed up cock presses against my ass.

All my downstairs muscles are clenched and ready to come, but the moment that silky smooth, hard cock head gives my bum a poke, I suck him in like a goddamn Hoover.

“Fucking hell, woman,” Thorne grunts as I take him all with no warm-up and no warning.

I’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good and if Thorne didn’t like it so much.

“Lucifer’s harem, witch, you’re going to make me come far before I’m ready,” he rumbles in my ear as he thrusts into my ass.

Meanwhile, Vrahs is still eating his heart out, his hands digging into my hips deliciously as he teases and tortures my clit and opening.

In the corner of my eye, I catch Ryker, taking in our depraved tableaux and slowly stroking his big, hard cock.

“Bring that dick over here,” I say between Thorne’s thrusts and Vrahs’s teasing.

Ryker lifts a brow, questioning. I answer with a long, slow lick of my lips.

I’ve never seen a dick get so hard. Every vein pulses as it stands straight against Ryker’s flat abs. Bending it down to reach my mouth took effort.

I look Ryker in the eyes as I take in his salty head and suck hard. Likely harder than a human would appreciate. But Ryker surely did, dragging in a shuddering sigh and bracing himself against Vrahs’s shoulder to stay upright as I aimed to suck his very soul from his body. Somehow his skin tastes the way he smells, that woodsy cashmere custard. Almost like a crème brûlée.

The three of us find a rhythm. Vrahs mirrors Thorne’s thrusts with his circling tongue, and I match the same beat with my bobbing head. Soon we build to a furious crescendo, and three of the four of us find our release in the same moment.

Thorne growls in my ear as his orgasm takes him while Ryker grunts my name as he spurts crème brûlée down my throat.

And I find a sweet little orgasm on Vrahs’s tongue and Thorne’s cock.

But it’s not quite mind erasing.

Chapter 9

VRAHS

Hearing Jade’s lovely screams—screams of my making—and the fevered utterances of my brothers, I could have come in my pants, without so much as a single stroke.

Never has a witch, or anyone, done such a thing to me.

I could have come without a single touch, but I dare not. I wouldn’t spill my pleasure without a touch from my witch. What a preposterous waste.

As her body stops twitching, I pull her off my shoulders. I try to set her on her feet, but she wobbles.

“Thorne, tie her where she stands,” I order.

He questions me with a furrowed brow, and I have half a mind to tell him to follow orders. Instead, I decide Jade might like to hear what I have in store for her.

“I want her standing when I fuck her. I want to see my cock sliding in and out of her body. I want to watch what the pleasure I create does to her body.”

Jade sucks in a sharp breath, and her inner thighs glisten with a fresh wave of arousal.

“You like that idea, do you?”

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