Thorne’s hands guided my hips back, and his hard cock was at my entrance prodding and teasing and I arched into him, so desperate to be full of him.
He placed gentle kisses down my spine before he finally started to inch into me. I cried out against Nox’s cock as Thorne filled me and wrapped an arm around my waist to play with my clit.
I had never been so fucking aroused in all my life.
“Fuck, Serina,” Thorne moaned my name, and the sound of it instantly had my climax rising within me again.
He thrusted into me, again and again, his pace even and brutal as his fingers swirled around my taut bundle of nerves. If my mouth wasn’t full of cock, I’d be fucking screaming.
Nox was writhing beneath me, on the edge of unraveling. The power I held over this immortal man, far more powerful than I was, stirred something deep within me.
My climax bubbled to the surface again, and within the next thrust and small circle of Thorne’s fingers, while Nox fisted my hair and pulled, my pussy clamped down on him. I came undone on Thorne’s cock.
Nox growled out as his release pumped into my mouth, hot cum slipping down my throat as I swallowed everything he gave me.
Thorne smacked my ass, the sting only adding to the exploding pleasure from my orgasm.
The next moment, he filled me to the hilt, moaning as his cock pulsed into me with his release. He filled me until it was slipping down my thighs and I was left a soaked, satisfied mess.
My arms couldn’t hold me up, my body so drained in the best way.
An instant tiredness settled over me, probably from the blood loss earlier but also the best fucking orgasms I’d ever had in my life.
Orgasms. Plural.
I couldn’t remember a time I had ever gotten more than one from a guy. I never had.
Thorne helped me shift to Nox’s side as he did the same, lying on the other side of me until I was sandwiched between them on Nox’s bed.
Our breathing was still labored, and we all had a sheen of sweat glistening over our skin.
I leaned up on my elbow to look over at Nox, whose eyes were already on me, and I kissed him softly. He mirrored my kiss, brushing a stray lock of my hair from my face.
“I’m done fighting my demons,” I murmured against his lips, and he deepened the kiss. I swayed and plopped back on the bed, and he moved so he wouldn’t break the tangling of our lips.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes were lit aflame, and a small smile curved his mouth. My eyes were practically fluttering closed, the weight of all the things that happened today hitting me all at once.
“I know,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “Now, get some sleep. We’ll take care of you.”
I didn’t have time to respond as my body refused to stay awake.
23
Bastian
Victorhadcalledforameeting. After what had happened in the warehouse that day, and then the pub, and Nox being the only one to have survived, I knew he’d be suspicious.
I was sure he was already growing curious even before then, especially since we had grown lax with meeting his expectations.
He had made demands, or should I say forcing demands using his compulsion on all of his subjects for a little over a year now. But ever since the day Serina lost her father, we had carefully been positioning ourselves to be free of his hold.
We had been doing all the horrid things he asked of us. Some people had to die for us to keep up our ruse, but we did our best to save the ones we could.
He wouldn’t get anything out of me; I made sure of it.
Vervain stems lined the top hem of my pants; I had made sure that when I brought myself to him, I had put them in a good place so that none of his goons would be able to find them on me.
I refused to let him have any information I wasn’t willing to give. I refused to let him figure out Serina was still alive.
