I whimpered and nodded as Maso’s cock dragged across my clenching walls with punishing precision.
“If you’re a good girl and come for us soon,” Ras purred, “I’ll lick you clean. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You filthy little thing. You want me to lick and suck every drop of that cum right out of you.”
My eyes squeezed shut, and I whispered my truth like a confession.
“Yeeessss.”
He chuckled, dark and low, turning my face toward him.
“You know what your cum does to me, right?” he murmured against my lips, his fingers playing with my collarbone. “You want me to collect it all, lap it up, and fill this room with your need, your lust? Let them all smell it. Let them all lose their minds like this beast has, adoring you, filling you, fucking every hole you have until you can’t take any more.”
His smile became predatory, and I got the distinct feeling that I’d made a deal with the devil.
“I can make that happen, my love. My mate. My star.”
My breath hitched. The craving inside me surged, hungry for everything he promised.
“All you have to do,” he said, his voice becoming a growl, “is beg.”
Maso’s thrusts became frantic, and his claws dug into my thighs, branding me as his. My head lifted and slammed back onto the mattress in frustration.
Thwop.
Thwop.
Thwop.
I teetered on the edge, my orgasm building like a scream in my blood. I just needed one more push. Something. Anything.
“P-please,” fell from my lips, but it wasn’t just desperation. It was surrender, and Ras drank it in like it was the only thing in existence that mattered.
His lips parted, that wicked tongue licked at his fingers before moving them down my belly, hovering in the air above my clit for a heartbeat too long. His pupils dilated until only the faintest ring of red rimmed them, swallowing me whole.
“Say it again,” he demanded softly. Not to hear the word, but to possess it. Like he could wear it. Brand it into himself.
“Please,” I breathed, louder this time. A confession. A key turning.
He shuddered, body trembling for a single, beautiful second. The demon in him was usually so composed in his madness, calculated and dangerous, but not now. Now, he looked wrecked, released. Eyes gleaming, his lips parted with a quiet exhale that was pure devotion.
Behind him, I felt three more stares, heavy with heat and tension.
Lucus stood by the headboard like a silent storm. His hands were clenched behind his back, jaw flexing as if holding himself in place was taking every ounce of his restraint. Silver eyes shined like a knife, tracking every movement of Ras’ fingers on my clit and Maso’s body pounding into mine, but it was my face he kept returning to, like he was memorizing every twitch, every gasp, every tear that fell from being so thoroughly filled.
Alic sat on the velvet chair in the corner, spread wide like a king on his throne, his hard cock resting against his abdomen. He didn’t try to hide the way he stroked himself, slowly, methodically, as if he had all the time in the world. His eyesgleamed with possessiveness, but his smirk was all heat and hunger. Watching me come undone only seemed to make him more patient, more dangerous.
Van stood off to the side, unmoving, arms folded. Although his body language said the sight before him was nothing new, his eyes told another story. Those bright green eyes held an eerie focus. He wasn’t watching Maso or Ras. He was watchingme. He was waiting for the exact moment I broke so he could scoop up the pieces and lock them away where only he had access.
And still, Ras’ face hovered above me, one hand between my legs, the other braced against the mattress as Maso’s thrusts grew erratic.
“You begged for me,” Ras whispered, almost in awe. “In front of them.”
There was no teasing in his tone now. No smug smile. Just this raw, cracked-open emotion that made my heart ache and my core clench.
“You chosemeto help you come,” he said again as if needing to hear it aloud. “Mine.”
He dropped his head, pressing his forehead against mine, his breath hot and ragged.
“I’d burn this entire room down for you. You know that, right? I’d slit their throats if you asked.” His words were sweet poison in my ear. “But you didn’t, you wouldn’t. You begged for me. So now I’m going to make sure every single one of them remembers why you’ll always call formewhen you’re about to break.”
