“Give it to me, Briella Darling,” Seth breathes against my lips and lowers his fingers to my clit while thrusting faster, moving along with Vincent’s quicker thrusts. “Come for me, sweet girl.”
Mouth open in a moan, I throw my head back, unraveling all around them. The pleasure surges through me in molten waves, crashing and crashing until I feel liquid stars shooting behind my eyes. Even as I’m still climaxing, the crown of a cock penetrates my mouth. I look up to find Raphael thrusting into my mouth, pumping his dick all the way to the back. I take a deep breath right before he slides into my throat. I choke through my gag reflex. It’s been years since I took a dick down my throat, but it’s something that comes back to me.
“Yes, Briella,” Raphael encourages me, all his muscles flexing. More strands of dark hair have escaped his ponytail, spilling down his face, casting shadows along his deep green eyes. “Worship me with your mouth. We are the altar and the blade. Worship is pain. And pain is worship. We are the storm not even the devil can contain. And you are in the eye of thestorm. We are your chains, unbreakable. Stay with me…here. Right here.”
With more tears blurring my vision, I work my hardest to hold my breath and swallow his cock down.
His eyes hold mine, commanding. “Men wage war for kings,” he tells me, those predatory eyes consuming me. “Kings wage war for gods. And gods demand blood. But we are the gods who give you our blood in return, Briella. We will stop at nothing to make you ours, to make youus.”
A new pain guts me, gripping my heart like a vise. There was no belonging at Easthaven. There was only conformity. They had god-complexes, too. But not like the men using me tonight. These men have earned their god-complexes. I may not know how. I may not know why. But they have. I’ve seen it in their scars, the brands on their skin from old flame marks. Not unlike the one they seared on my ass.
“So—fucking—gorgeous!” Seth punctuates each word while driving his length deep, snapping and jerking through his release.
“Beautiful,” Vincent whispers against my ear right before he spills his cum inside my ass.
Three left. Please let it only be once. Please not my ass again from Rory.
“Jude, raise her up. Hold her back to your chest.”
Jude follows Raphael’s direction, and I lean back against him, all but spent. At any moment, I expect to pass out…until the black god touches his full, sensual lips along the side of my neck, treasuring my skin and leaving tingles everywhere. My blood warms all over again. His blood coats my back, mixing with my open wounds.
“Raph…” Rory looks at him questioningly.
“Her tits.”
“The fuck?!”
One clenching of Raphael’s fist. One penetrating, daggered stare, and Rory cows, relenting even if his dick doesn’t loosen. “Fine. But I get to do the vises.”
A nod from Raphael has me quivering, trembling at the word as the sociopath marches away. Jude weaves his arms around me, gathering up my breasts and softly rubbing my nipples. “Feel me, Babydoll. You can do this. Just a little longer.”
Raphael takes his place before me, his legs spread, locking with Jude’s so they cage me in. “Arch your back,” he commands.
Jude helps me, leaning back until I can thrust my chest out. A moment later, Rory secures each of my nipples between stainless steel, adjustable clamps. He tightens them cruelly, and I cry out.
“There, that will keep the nipples red and happy,” he croons before pinching each one.
How can more adrenaline and endorphins spiral through me? I can’t fathom it, but I feel myself floating again as Jude tests my pussy from behind. Seth’s cum, all their cum has kept me soaked, and it takes little effort for him to inject his length all the way in.
“Mmm,” I moan from the pressure. He’s long, but Raphael is thick, and as he primes his tip through my folds, slowly and softly sliding it inside me, my entrance sucks him in. My pussy stretches and burns from their double invasion.
“Fuck, Raphael!” Jude inhales while opening his teeth along my neck. “Feel that flaming hot pussy taking both of us.”
They take me in calculated strokes, like they’ve practiced this, both in such devastating synchronization, it has me gushing more.
“Good girl, Briella,” Raphael commends me. “Coating our cocks with your sweet wetness, warm and willing for us.”
He takes my mouth. Their hands roam everywhere—along my breasts, my ribs and stomach, my hips where they liftme, each grinding deeper into me. The sensations are so overwhelming, my vision begins to darken, threatening to pull me into unconsciousness?—
—until a sudden vibration, gentle and delicious, tantalizes my nipples. I moan and cry and whimper into Raphael’s mouth, realizing the vices around my nipples are vibrating. My arousal grows, throwing me into a high, pure delirium. The vibrating vises resonate their power down the invisible wire from my nipples to my clit, and I groan and squeeze my legs together, clamping down hard all over Raphael and Jude.
“Fuckfuckfuck, Raph!” Jude growls.
As soon as he does, Raphael pulls his mouth from mine, and I gasp through the haze of pleasure, finding them together, their mouths locked. It’s not a soft kiss. No, they move with violence, biting and lashing, sucking and groaning. Strong hands work beneath me, and I moan from the feeling of them cupping each other, gripping their balls before their fingers touch the place where we are joined.
Off to our side, I find Seth on his knees before Rory, taking that monstrous dick into his mouth, swallowing him down, consuming and devouring while the sociopath grips his hair, nearly tearing it at the roots. Head thrown back. Eyes closed in the throes of pleasure. And Seth is fisting himself, getting off on it all.
I look at Jude and Raphael again and shudder, understanding I’m witnessing something deep, something vulnerable that transcends any superficial bonds. Even deeper than brothers. A bond of fire, blood, and trauma.
