She believed his words, just as she did her own. She deserved to be loved for all of her sins and flaws, and she trusted Bellinor and Rul to do that.
With a great heave, she pushed Bellinor onto his back, her body lithe and strong as she straddled his waist. Claws extended from her fingers like knives, and she slashed at his clothes, the line of his smilesplitting his face until it was a gaping maw. He devoured her with his milky eyes, like he’d already decided exactly what he was going to do with her.
“I’m so hungry,” she moaned, rocking her hips against him, her cunt already slick with need.
This was a hunger that food alone wouldn’t satisfy, her wings fluttering behind her and cooling her heated flesh.
“Then let us feed you, love,” Bellinor said, digging his fingers into her hips.
A tendril of thorns snaked out of his tattoo, wrapping around her waist and circling her body, each luscious pinprick of pain alighting her nerves with pleasure.
“We know exactly what you need,” Rul said, brushing her tangled hair over her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her bloodied skin.
“I won’t be so easy to dominate anymore.”
She bit her lip, reveling in the strength of her new form, knowing it would only amplify the passion that raged between them.
Bellinor grinned, squeezing her ass possessively with a wild glimmer in his eyes.
“Then I suppose we will just have to force you to submit.”
Rul was at her back, grasping a fistful of her hair close to the scalp and tugging hard.
A moan escaped her, a delicious sound which reverberated in her throat, and she gripped her claws into Bellinor’s chest, holding onto him as his cock twitched between her legs. She wanted to mark himlike he’d marked her, claim him in mind, body, and soul.
Le Voile had given her permission to release her inner darkness, just as it had done to Bellinor and Rul. The part of her that wanted to rejoice in pain, the inner deviant that she had been frightened of for so long.
There was a sharp sting at her neck, Rul’s fangs puncturing her battered flesh, and she screamed, her body electrifying with need. Tears spilled down her face, the rapture of pain overwhelming her, and Bellinor’s cock stiffened as if the sounds of her sobs made him hard.
Rul licked over the fresh wound, and she beamed with pride, her tolerance of the pain proof that she was worthy. She could take whatever they gave her, take it and cherish it, every bite and scratch and mark reminding her that she was owned by them.
“Tell me what you want us to do to you,” Bellinor growled, tightening his vines around her middle, blood seeping from the thorns puncturing her skin and dripping down her stomach and back.
She tried to grind against him, but they held her in place, firm hands biting into her skin.
“I want you both to fuck me. I want all of my holes filled by you. I’m so hungry.”
The words came out in a whine, and she knew she sounded pathetic, just as she knew they’d give her what she wanted.
“Beg for it,” Rul whispered, a finger pressing into her tight ring and making her clench around it.
Oh, she needed both of them inside of her, squeezing her gossamer barrier between their hard lengths, reminding her of their dominion. In le Voile she was theirs, and there was nothing else she’d rather be.
“Please, I need it. I need you both. I need you to hurt me, to feed me. I’m starving for you.”
Acknowledging her desire made her sink deeper into a state of submission, her pleas for attention tingling her nerves with excitement.
Without warning, the flat of Bellinor’s palm struck her cheek, and she reeled to the side, blood pooling in her mouth and tears burning at her eyes.
“Thank you,” she breathed, collecting the liquid in her mouth and spitting it onto his chest.
She smeared it with her hands, mixing her blood with his as his lips twisted into a triumphant grin.
“I’ll never get tired of you thanking me for hurting you,” Bellinor said, his voice deep and virile, like a rumble of thunder.
Rul grabbed a fistful of her hair once more, yanking her head back so he could hiss in her ear.
“The power you entrust us with is humbling, sweetheart.”
