Maven cries out, and that gorgeous sound makes me groan along with the rest of us as Crypt begins to fuck her hard and fast. Her back arches from the pleasure, but her dark, alluring gaze falls on me.
She licks her lips, her desire evident. “Silas?—”
I’m already scrambling on the bed, grateful now that I never found my clothes as my cock brushes against her lips. Maven opens for me so beautifully, wrapping her warm, wet mouth around my length and sucking until I can’t stop myself from pumping my hips.
Fucking gods, she feels amazing.
“Thanafluir,”I moan.
Maven hums around my cock, sinking deeper on it as Crypt continues to slam into her. The rough sounds of their coupling serves as an erotic backdrop as Everett strokes himself and Baelfire sucks on one of Maven’s tits.
When Crypt groans and reaches down to tease her clit at the same time, I know he’s reaching his limit but refuses to finish before our keeper. I thrust deeper into her perfect mouth, that same mad dizziness sweeping over me as desperation takes hold, heat bearing down on my spine with the urge to fill her devious mouth.
But Crypt reaches his goal first and Maven pops off my cock to cry out as her orgasm rips through her. I swear and jerk myself off, unable to stop the rising tide of pleasure that crests over me as I watch her shake and arch and swear.
Baelfire is on her next, snarling and shoving himself deep as Maven gasps in renewed pleasure, her orgasm not yet done. He pinches her nipples and swears and praises her as he fucks her hard, and she’s loving every second of it.
I groan at the sight of her being rutted so savagely by the big shifter, her hair a mess, her eyes squeezed shut, and all those delicious sounds falling from her lips.
She’s a sight to behold. An insatiable, stunning marvel.
We’re intoxicated, falling deeper under her spell with every sound, every taste—every cry and moan and gasp of her voice.
A dark shadow is creeping into my vision, mad voices hissing their displeasure as I continue to fight them off. I cannot have them here in this moment, when my keeper is again on the brink of orgasm.
Still, insanity dips into my mind, stealing moments away from me as I strive to remain in this sensual, perfect moment. One moment, I’m watching Baelfire rail her as Maven cries out, and then I find that Everett is between her legs, mercilesslystroking her clit as he breathes frost to stimulate her bare, reddened inner thigh.
Maven shudders as she grips the sheets on either side, gasping, “Wait, I—I can’t take anymore.”
“Too bad,” Everett whispers, fingering her hard with two fingers to make her cry out. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Crypt is kissing her as another orgasm tears through her, violent and raw. My blurred gaze stays fixed on her beautiful face as she falls apart once again.
So fucking beautiful.
That’s the face of your ruin,a voice snickers inside my head. Other voices chant and sing and drive me mad as I try like hell to hold on to sanity.
Everett still has not stopped wringing pleasure from Maven, fingering and frosting and slapping her pussy until my blood blossom is panting and swearing. She shakes in the sheets in a way that makes my cock thicken with renewed need.
“One more,” Baelfire growls, licking her jaw and biting the mating mark on the left side of her neck. “Give us one more, hellion.”
“I—I can’t?—”
“You can, and you certainly fucking will,” Crypt purrs, kissing her other temple as he teases one of her dusky, pointed nipples.
She’s so glorious like this. Soours.Moaning, gasping, telling us what she needs and how she needs it. I watch, adoring the sight of my blood blossom as she takes what she wants until everything becomes a blur of moans, pleasure, and desperation.
I want nothing more than to rejoin. To stay. But a violent panic is creeping over me as long centipedes trail across the bed toward me. The walls are dripping blood as whispers laugh from the shadows in this room.
My heart pounds as the madness creeps in.
It’s not safe for me here.
No,she’snot safe if I’m here. I’m a risk to her.
Any moment, I might snap or black out. I crave Maven in every way, including her pleasure, so I refuse to be the one to ruin it.
The voices in my head grow in volume, from a whisper to a shout to screams of deranged fury.
