“Oh, fuck.” Emmet growls speeding up his pace, digging his fingers into her hips. I find myself cock to cock with Walker as she runs her mouth over both of us. I feel my balls clench as I ready to spray my load into her waiting mouth. She rubs both of us together. The tip of my cock against his as her tongue circles around us. My legs shake as I let my release mix with Walkers, painting her tongue while it drips down her chin, landing on her breasts.
“Goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.” I say breathless. My body spent from the day. She smirks at the compliment. I lean down and kiss her puffy mouth.
I watch as her eyes screw together tightly as she finds her release on Emmet’s cock. The way she shatters for him is enrapturing. I can’t look away. She falls apart so beautifully for us.
Emmet removes himself, and Garrison flips her onto her back, making her look up at him.
“You ready for me?” He asks. She nods, her brow full of sweat, hair tangled and mouth a mess.
He shoves himself into her cum-filled pussy and she cries out. “How are you still so tight?” He groans, tilting his head back as he angles her legs up to take him as deep as he can go. “Look at you, being such a good girl for us. Do you think you can come again for me?”
“If you make me.” She taunts and he chuckles darkly.
“Challenge accepted, sweetheart.” He runs his hand up her belly and over her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his fingers, before leaning down to suck them into his mouth. He doesn’t seem to care that they’re covered in mine and Walker’s cum.
Hooking her legs around him, he flips them over so that she’s riding him as he guides her hips.
“Take your pleasure, Salem. Use my cock.” He juts up into her, clit grinding against his pubic bone. She moves her body with his, dragging her hands up her sides and into her hair, letting out a moan as she works her orgasm into a frenzy.
“That feels so fucking good.” She moans before slamming her hand down onto him gripping his chest as she falls into her pleasure, head thrown back and nipples peaked as she shudders her release onto him. He meets her stroke for stroke roaring his orgasm up into her pussy.
Garrison lays her down and pushes her hair out of her face, taking her lips with his in a tender kiss.
“If we die tomorrow, at least we have the memory of this night.” He says, pressing his forehead against hers.
“Tonight, and every night after.” She says with an edge to her voice. “I love you all too much to lose you now.”
My heart twists, thinking of the impending battle. I would fight beside Salem, protecting her with my life if needed. I just hope we could all make it out of this alive.
CHAPTER59
Chapter Fifty-Nine
SALEM
SONG: WILL I MAKE IT OUT ALIVE BY TOMMEE PROFITT, JESSIE EARLY
Avast glittering expanse of armor lay as far as my eyes can see. My heart hammers in my throat as sweat clings to my skin. The unfamiliar pressure of the chainmail weighs me down, digging into my shoulders with each tiny metal loop. I wish we had more time to practice with it, because I feel deeply unprepared for what we’re about to face. The attendants finish fitting the armor around my body, shackling me in. The piece is loose enough to allow my arms to move with ease. I take a testing swipe of my blade, the heaviness of the weapon gliding across easily with my practice movement. The tent I’m in offers enough of a view of what awaits me on the other side of the thin material. Demons shuffle in and out of the open flap in a hurry, grabbing last minute additions to their weapons. The threat of battle breathing down all of our necks. It’s clear in each of their panicked eyes that they’re scared and unsure. I can’t say I don’t feel the same.
A chant starts up from the army, a deep rallying cry that echoes in the valley with a staccato beat of their fists clanging against their chests. Dawn has barely begun to crest over the mountains, and large black clouds gather in the sky. Sleep still clings to my bones, and yet I push through. For my family, and for humankind. I won’t let Persephone win.
“It’s starting, milady.” One of the attendants says with a short curtsey. I want to snap, “No shit.” But I refrain. Lightning cracks across the sky, raising the hair on the back of my neck.
The box hidden beneath my layers of armor warms. They must be close. The sharp edges of the box make a frame around my erratically beating heart.
I’m a princess of the Underworld. The mortal world’s fate depends on us succeeding in winning this battle. A fine line has been drawn in the sand between good and evil. Chaos is set to descend upon us at any moment. His army of demons is powerful. Formidable. Trained. All the things I don’t feel in this moment. My fingers clutch around the hilt of my sword, making me feel like a foolish little girl playing dress up.
I stalk out of the tent, taking up my place next to the men who hold my heart. Each are outfitted with similar weaponry. Their helmets gleam a soft orange reflecting the nearby fires of camp. Their swords are sheathed along their waist, while a shield is nestled across their backs. How far we’ve come from the hallowed halls of Kildale.
“Hey.” I say, alerting them to my presence.
“Well, this look is a new kink I didn’t know I had.” Pierce says racking his eyes over me, his mouth quirked up in his signature smirk that I’ve come to love so much.
“I was going for, Princess of the Underworld, Destroyer of Chaos. Has a nice ring to it.” I say with a slight twirl, letting him see the full effect.
“I was thinking Battlefield Barbie, but that works too.”
“Battlefield Barbie, I like it.” Walker says, his whiskey-colored eyes overflowing with love and adoration. I let out a small snort and shove him lightly like we’re not about to go into a full-fledged battle with a bunch of demons.
