“Fuck,” he says, deeper than ever.
“Fuck indeed,” echoes Jude, observing the evidence all over Raphael’s dick.
“Whoa,” Seth says
“Seth,” Raphael commands.
I’m too weak to do anything but dangle and swing lightly. Seth is still as much of an asshole as the rest. He just goes about it more casually. My limbs are screaming, turning numb even as he lifts me. Most of the fight has left me. So, I merely hang my head when he lifts my weak, dead-weight legs and thrusts inside me. I whimper from the cold metal texture rubbing my inner walls. Piercings. I shiver from his lips brushing the side of my face.
“How’s she feel?” Jude asks, standing a few feet away.
“She’s a good fuck,” Seth says, followed by a deep groan. He smells earthy. Like wood and fire. “Really good.”
“Fuck you,” I spit.
He smirks. “Not stopping you, Briella Darling.”
I glower as he rubs soft circles along the backs of my thighs while digging his dick back inside me. My center responds, growing wetter as he pulses inside me. I’ve never taken piercings inside me, and I can’t deny how the texture sends little pulses through me. Another kiss on my cheek. Strands of his wispy brown hair skid along my forehead. He’s going slower, gentler, but it doesn’t matter. His length is a decent size. And I’m still sore from Raphael.
“God, you’re perfect,” Seth coos against my lips before kissing me while working himself inside me, pelvis slapping mine. It’s not an all-consuming kiss like Raphael’s. It’s a slow, romantic kiss, gently parting my lips so he can move his tongue inside me.
Despite the pain, I meet Seth’s thrusts because it feels like the only power I can take right now. Three more. They’re all going to fuck me. And Red? He’s saving his monster cock for last.
After a few more shallow, rapid thrusts, Seth finishes inside me. His cum, Raphael’s cum rolls down my thighs, dripping onto the floor.
“Jude.”
It’s all Raphael says. The dark giant wastes no effort in crossing to me before lifting me. And as he brings me down, impaling me on his long cock, I scream from the burning pressure… and the icy piercings. God, are the rest of them pierced? Jude has more than Seth. They line his entire dick, probably a Jacob’s ladder.
“Hmm, Babydoll, you feel so damn good,” Jude says against my mouth before his full lips capture mine. Slower thanRaphael, more seductive. He kisses me like a gentleman even as he defiles me.
A thick, slippery finger dips inside my stretched anus, and I buck against Jude, moaning as Rory works that wet finger in slow, torturous circles on my inner walls.
The pressure inside me mounts again. Jude grips my throat and crushes his mouth to mine, forcing me open to taste me.
Then, he turns to the alpha and jerks his chin. “Chains?”
Out of the corner of my eye, Raphael nods. In the next second, the chains holding me to the ceiling go slack. My arms are limp and useless. But it hardly matters when Jude rolls me over with his dick still inside me before fucking me against the cold ground. I cry out at the friction against my ruined back. But at the same time, there’s a relief from the cold floor against the gashes in my skin.
“Good girl, Babydoll,” he praises me when I clench around him. “Just keep sucking me in. I’ll give you what you need. Seth,” he summons the lumberjack. “Do her tits. I’ve got her clit.”
“No,” I whimper, crying more. How can I possibly come again?
When his fingers come down on the swollen nub, still inflamed and puffy from the pussy suction, I release back-to-back moans. The next thing I know, Seth is gripping my left breast, kneading it, testing its weight before he lowers his head to capture my nipple between his lips.
A cruel hand grabs my hair and yanks my face toward his. “You like that, don’t you, dirty little Lass?” Rory rakes his teeth along my jaw while Seth sucks my breast and licks circles around the tip, and Jude drives himself deeper into me. All under Raphael’s monitoring eye. His cock is still hard, and I whimper at the thought of him taking me again after the rest.
I spit in Rory’s face, baring my teeth at him.
Despite his growl, Raphael warns him, “Not yet, Rory. You’ll have your turn soon.”
Rory drops my hair, pushes away from me, and lets Jude finish. My shackled hands are so weak, but they twitch, my fingers curving until I can take some power in all this. My fingertips skim along Jude’s honed ab muscles. They flex beneath my touch. He’s scalding my inner walls. They hurt, and there’s no escape from the pain.
One more thrust and pressure from those piercings targeting my core. I shatter, my inner muscles pulsating all around Jude’s cock. The pleasure takes the edge off for just a few moments before the pain overwhelms me again.
Jude finishes, nutting deep inside me with his lips pressed to my brow. “Thanks, Babydoll.”
Like I had a choice.
