“Oh no, little cupid, we’re seeing this all the way through,” Mortem says darkly.
Iseriously overestimated my power play here. Clearly, I’m not actually the one in charge.
Based on how Krampus’ face is pushed down onto the floor, I would say he isn’t either. I might have made a demand of Mortem, but he’s the one running the show now, and I find it ridiculously hot.
Baiting the oldest reaper alive was a choice, and I’m paying for it now.
I try to press the toy harder on my clit, but Mortem’s shadows prevent me from moving a single inch. I’m so fucking close. Especially as I look down at Krampus, the way he’s stroking himself as he watches me. Knowing that I turn him on so much makes me feel bold and confident.
My body is on fire. I’ve never been this turned on or needed to reach release this badly. I realize it’s because I’m withthem. Mortem was right. You can’t deny a connection like this. It might be infatuation or something sexual, but I’m a cupid for Christmas’ sake, I know how deep love can blossom from just the smallest flicker.
Why was I trying to sabotage the thing I had wanted for the last six months? Why was I trying to push him away after I just drew him in?
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
Mortem’s head tilts like he can read the thoughts rattling in my head.
He smacks Krampus’ ass lightly, rounding his body and standing before me. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes. This wasn’t the kind of catharsis I was looking for.
His large hand pets the side of my face, gripping my chin.
“I gave you reason to doubt me, little cupid. This is me showing you there’s nothing you can do that will scare me away. You’re ours. Krampus, get up here, grab the lube and the toy,” Mortem says.
Krampus does as he’s told, even if his legs are a little wobbly on his feet, before coming to the bed, holding the Christmas tree-shaped butt plug and the lube. Both of them look at me with dark gazes.
“Now, what would make you feel better? Having our eager little monster over here push this ridiculous toy inside of me? Or shall I place it inside you to help prepare you to take both of us at the same time?”
I swallow and lick my lips. Right now is probably not the time to be thinking of Ladybird, but I do. What would she do?
She absolutely would not get dickmatized by the spirit of being charitable.
She would stick to her guns. It doesn’t matter how turned on I am, or how bad I want to fuck them both at the same time. They told me they would do whatever it takes to win me back, and well, it may be unconventional, but after he does this, I know he’s all in.
“Like you said, we need to see this all the way through.”
Mortem smiles, showing his teeth, and I feel almost blinded by the intensity of his attention—knowing I’m the one who put it there.
His shadows tug at my wrists.
“Undress me then, little cupid.”
The shadows, like a warm caress, release my wrists, and the toy drops on the bed as I undo the buttons of his shirt. When I glance over his shoulder, Krampus looks like he’s receiving his own Christmas gift, eyes alight with the promise of what’s to come.
Mortem doesn’t stop watching me as I undo the last button, and he divests himself of his shirt. I move to his belt buckle and unfasten his pants, which he helps kick to the floor. The last thing I do is tug down his underwear until he’s blissfully naked in front of me.
His body is a work of art. Where Krampus is toned and tan, Mortem is paler with leaner muscle. They’re both magnificent in their own way.
“Would you prefer my cock down your throat or deep in your pink little cunt while we see this through?” he asks.
In reply, I just spread my legs wider. His smile turns wicked as his shadows grab my thighs and drag my body to the edge of the bed. I don’t have a moment to feel self-conscious or worry about what’s going to happen tomorrow. All I can think about is the all-consuming man leaning over me.
“Do you see how drenched our little cupid princess is?” Mortem says to Krampus, who glances over Mortem’s shoulder and stares at my pussy.
“Did it turn you on watching your reaper touch me?” Krampus asks.
“Yes, please,” I reply. There’s far too much talking and not enough fucking happening right now.
It’s like my poor lady bits are all dressed up in arousal with nowhere to go and these men, well, Mortem, is hell bent on torturing me.
