Our synchronized moans laced the air, thick with sweat, magic, and sin. Cum spilled out around him, dripping between my thighs, soaking us both. It didn’t matter. None of it did, only that I was in his arms, beneath his wicked gaze.
Ras groaned, exhaled in breathless worship.
“Oh, my star… being inside you like this, bathed in sin, it’s everything I imagined.”
His forehead pressed to mine, his hips giving me slow, indulgent thrusts that made my eyes roll back.
“Watching all of it unfold in real time... getting the 3D experience? Fuck, you’re art. Timeless. A beacon for sin and sex wrapped up in a dangerous little package.”
My body had turned to liquid, becoming boneless and limp against him, clinging to him because I didn’t have the strength to do anything else. The way he held me, smiled at me like I was the center of his universe, it told me everything. This was what he wanted—me, helpless, wrapped around him.
“The smells, the sounds, the taste…” His eyes flared crimson as his pace grew punishing, and the tips of two red horns pushed through his dark, wavy locks. “It was a once-in-a-lifetime feast for the eyes, and now that I’ve had a true taste, I’ll never go back. I have to have you, forever.”
His lips crashed into mine, not just kissing, but binding us in his dark promise for forever. Whatever he wanted. Whatever he needed. All of it was his.
A scraping noise ripped through the haze, and we both looked down. Maso, wild-eyed, feral, was crawling toward us, vines wrapped tight around him, dragging him forward like he was possessed.
Ras let out a long exhale, half-laugh, half-growl, then leaned down and bit my bottom lip until blood bloomed, like he was punishing me, but I didn't mind a little blood. In fact, I thrived on it.
He moaned at the taste, licking it away as his nose skimmed my cheek like he was savoring every inch of me.
“Let’s give your wolf a show,” he purred. “He’s not going to settle until he comes. He already had you once tonight, but we can help him again, can’t we?”
Maso’s eyes locked on mine with a blazing heat that nearly matched Ras’. Van moved the vines like puppet strings, dragging Maso upright onto his knees even as he struggled against them.
Ras slid out and turned me around, pressing my back flush to his chest. Then he lifted me up by my thighs, spreading me wide so Maso could see my drenched, pulsing pussy before Ras drove back into me with a groan.
My head lolled onto his shoulder, and he kissed my chin with a coo that dripped adoration.
“I’m going to make you feel so good. That wolf’s going to blow just from watching, but I want you to see it too. I want you to feel how all of your mates can’t look away when your body is being claimed again and again.”
I clenched around him at his words. His dirty talk? It was exactly my kind of poison—raw, worshipful, and all about me.
This time, there was no slow build. No tenderness. He fucked me hard and fast, pounding into me with the force of everything he’d kept caged until now. I bounced on his cock, moaning shamelessly, my voice breaking into short, desperate gasps, each one loud enough for the whole room to hear.
I looked down. Maso was vibrating with need, his gaze devouring every inch of me. The vines coiled around his cock stroked him, milking him, as Van watched from the side, winking at me like this was all a performance he’d planned.
As Maso edged closer, Ras stepped us right in front of him, so close that he could almost taste me, and that was all it took.
With a guttural snarl, Maso came, thick ropes shooting across my pussy, coating me in his heat.
Ras had been right. Maybe I did have a cum fetish because, the second it hit me, I lost it.
My head snapped back, and I screamed his name into the ether. “Fuck! Fuck!Rasmus!”
He convulsed behind me, hips slamming deep, fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to bruise as his own climax ripped through him. He shouted my name like it could carry across dimensions.
For a few long seconds, there was only the sound of our panting. Ras’ chest heaved against my back, breath hot and uneven, and I could feel the way his body tried to calm even though his fingers refused to let go. Maso whimpered below us, spent. Van’s quiet sigh came from somewhere off to the side. Alic’s deep inhale countered Lucus’ breath of relief. The slow drip of sweat and cum mixed between my thighs.
My body pulsed with every aftershock, every twitch of overstimulated nerves. I could feel the echo of every touch, every gaze.
Ras kissed my shoulder once, then again, and a third time like a promise.
He pulled out, sliding his hand up to cradle the back of my head. The other slipped under my thighs, lifting me like I weighed nothing, and maybe, in that moment, I didn’t. I felt like vapor, floating in the afterglow.
He carried me toward the bed, past the vines, the stares, the chaos we’d made. Every step was quiet now, sacred.
The sheets were cool as he lowered me down, and somewhere nearby, I heard the water running. Lucus’ voice joined it like a lullaby.
