My mate rubs his stubbled jaw as he finally smiles, and his gaze shines with predatory hunger as his attention drops to between my legs.
Chapter Four
~ Shade ~
One moment, Thane is completely clothed, and the next, he’s naked as he kneels before me, looking like a dark god who has walked straight from one of my favorite smutty fantasy books. Reaching down, he fists his hard cock, stroking its length as he watches me, and my mouth goes completely dry.
Galen and Raith continue to hold me tightly, smirking as Thane tortures me. Raith moves his fingers to my overly sensitive clit. He swirls and teases the sensitive nub, never letting his fingers trail any lower, and moving so slowly that it doesn’t take long before I’m trembling with need, my breasts aching, and my body desperate for a release.
I try to buck my hips, because I need more, but the guys hold me firmly, relentlessly teasing me. I grit my teeth in frustration as I’m forced to watch Thane stroke himself instead of fucking me. Precum beads on the tip of his cock, and he smears it with his thumb, smirking as he watches the expression on my face.
“You’re all assholes, you know that,” I rasp, my legs shaking.
“Never said we weren’t, sunshine,” Raith rumbles back on the verge of laughter.
I want to kill him.
Actually no, I want to fuck him, andthenI want to kill him.
“This is nothing,” Thane growls. “Lie to me again, mate, and the next time you do, your ass will be so red you won’t sit for a week.”
I’m pretty sure he’s threatening me, but he may as well be whispering sweet nothings into my ear by the way my pussy reacts. Liquid heat pools between my thighs, and I arch my back against Raith’s hard chest, panting as Raith’s fingers continue to slowly torture my clit.
Thane’s nostrils flare, his eyes narrowing on me as if he knows all too well that his threat didn’t get him the desired reaction. Or maybe it did.
“You might want to work on your threats if you want me to behave,” I pant, wishing Raith would move his hand lower.
Thane’s eyes darken, and my breathing hitches when he prowls closer. “Say it, little mate. No more lies.”
I’m tempted to refuse, but Raith finally drags his finger lower, sliding it up and down my center just once. He groans as his finger glides through my wetness, teasing my entrance before going back to my clit.
“Fuck, sunshine,” he rumbles.
I whimper and the only word I can manage is, “Please.” I don’t even care that I’m begging.
A look of hunger takes over Thane’s features as he moves his head between my thighs. “Say it,” he growls again, and his breath is hot against my skin.
“No more lies,” I pant, saying what he wants to hear. And then, because I can’t help myself, I add, “Daddy.”
Thane’s nostrils flare in annoyance, and I curse myself for being so stupid when I’m entirely at his mercy.
Galen chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to my collarbone.
When Thane doesn’t move, I rasp, “Please.”
Thane still looks like he wants to punish me, but I’m relieved when he lets out a satisfied rumble. He shares a look with my other mates before he drops his head, and I cry out as his tongue slides along my center, and he devours me like a man possessed. Raith grips hold of my thighs, opening them wider for Thane until my muscles ache, and Galen teases my breasts, sucking my hard nipples into his mouth as he bites one before going to the other.Holy freaking smut gods. Yes.
Thane works one of his icy shadows into my entrance, stretching me deliciously, and I cry out as pleasure races up my body. The shadow starts moving, thrusting into me faster and faster until it reaches a relentless pace, and when Thane’s tongue moves to my clit, replacing Raith’s fingers, I scream, shattering as the pleasure becomes too much. Stars explode behind my eyes, and my mates keep the waves of pleasure rolling through me, until I’m shaking and shuddering in their arms.
“Don’t call me daddy,” Thane growls, lifting his head. Despite his command, a small smile plays on his lips.
I grin, sagging against Raith. “Whatever you say…daddy.”
I don’t expect to dream. Since that first night when I’d encountered the dreamcrawler, all I’ve seen is darkness every time I’ve drifted off. I assumed it was because sleeping near Thane and the others has somehow kept the nightmares atbay, but tonight, even though I’m curled up between Galen and Raith, shadows greet me the moment I close my eyes. They writhe and twist in my mind, filling my head like violent spirits, and when they leave me, I blink around at a dream scene of black and gray.
Instantly, I recognize my surroundings. Thin bars cage me in, and I’m standing on a wooden perch, my tiny toes curled around the smooth beam.No. Crap. I’m a crow again.Logically, I know this is a dream. Or really, a memory. One I remember well, because I remember everything that happened after I was turned into a crow. It’s only the time before that which is a mystery.
A confusing mix of familiarity and fear tumbles through my chest, as I stare out through the bars at the small house I’m in. This place wasn’t always a nightmare. I’m not sure how I got here, but the house belonged to a girl named Jessie and her surprisingly affectionate house cat. Jessie had inherited the house from her grandmother, and she’d loved reading any romance that had sweet and soft main guys, or cinnamon rolls, as she liked to call them. For a while, I enjoyed being here. There was no cage, and Jessie always kept her door open, like she knew one day I might want to leave. Things were going well, until the day when Jessie never returned. Instead, a man with rancid onion breath turned up with keys to the house, moving in like he owned the place. Before I could escape, he’d set up this old cage, and shoved me into it, muttering something about a promise to keep me safe. Which turned out to be a complete lie, because after that he promptly forgot about me.
