Sterling’s hand slid down to smear the juices from my dripping slit, using it to lube my tight ring of muscle that Vincent was already prodding.
“Lucky bastard,” Eros ground out.
“Your turns coming—ohfuck!” I screamed and thrashed at the unholy invasion that was Vincent’s monster prick. His girth now was nothing compared to his fae form but still, taking him up the ass in whatever form was sublime torture.
With both holes filled, I could barely see straight. All I could do was breathe and take them. Both of them. Hot. Throbbing. Greedy. Using my holes to chase their release.
And I couldn’t be happier. Well, maybe if I had my hands free so I could take Corry and Eros into them.
Together they pushed me toward orgasm, every nerve in my body screaming for release.
“Ask your priest to let you come,” Vincent growled against my temple.
“P–please, can I come?” I panted, barely able to push the words out. Sterling set his fangs to the collar of marks peppering my throat and bit me. I screamed at the blinding fire that shot through me. Stars filled my vision as I felt another mating mark take form on top of all his others. At this point, it would be a mess of lusty scars collaring my throat where everyone could see, and frankly, I lived for it.
I couldn’t wait to see the look on my father’s face—technically Dagon’s—when he saw them.
As the white-hot pain shot through my body like fireworks, I came with a sob. Sterling ripped his mouth from me, his lips bloody and twisted in euphoria. “I’m right there with you, Ruby. God’s teeth, I’m with you!Arrrh!”
The cords and sinew in this throat tightened. I felt him pulsing inside me. Then, that warm wet surge within. Except now, it wasn’t a dream. There was no birth control. No barriers in place, stopping us from sating my monster’s deepest, instinctual urge.
Vincent followed a few thrusts later, and he pulled out, leaving my muscles weak and shaking. Sterling wasn’t done, though. He pounded out a second round, and by the third, I was fucking spent and rubber-limbed.
Used.
Thoroughly.
So my brain just about broke when I heard Eros say, “Pass her over. It’s our turn.”
Chapter thirty-nine
End of the Thread
Sterlingcarriedmefromthe bathroom into Vincent’s bedroom, holding me close, whispering dark and dirty things into my ear as I watched Corry stretch out across’s Vin’s bed, rooting around in the nightstand for what I guessed was a condom.
“Do you feel my seed spreading inside you?”
My eyelids dropped as a renewed wave of lust washed over me. I gave a happy hum, turning in his arms to trace his lips where flakes of my blood lingered in the corners of his mouth. “How long will it take?”
“Not long. My seed should take faster than it would with a human woman. We’ll keep our coven’s oracle near. Isa might know even before your monster.” His lips twitched. “Or mine.”
“There’s no way that’s going to fit you, youngblood,” Vin rumbled as Cor fished out a box of Magnum Condoms from his nightstand.
Corry’s dimples dotted his cheeks as he looked straight past Vin, locking eyes with me. “I think I’ll fit just fine, thanks.”
“Can confirm,” Eros said. “It’s pretty huge. Got an eyeful of it back in the bathroom.”
“You were looking?” Corry said, wrinkling his nose.
“Don’t flatter yourself, bro. I was busy looking at our girl. Not my fault you’ve got a monster dong taking up half my field of vision. Jesus.”
Vin scoffed. “Don’t believe it.”
Corry fished out a foil packet and ripped it open with his teeth. “Fuck you. I might be the little brother, but I’m not exactly small in the pants. I’m fucking packing, ‘kay?”
With that, he wrenched his jeans down, putting Vincent’s doubts regarding his size to rest forever.
The fae cursed beneath his breath, and Corry’s face broke out into a shit-eating grin. “Ha. Told you.” The youngblood held his arms out to me. “Now pass her here.”
