I groan again because Seth’s eating my prick this time, always teasing and swirling all around it like his tongue was made for it.
I dive one more time and lick Briella’s tender ring of nerves.
“Oh, fuckfuckfuuuck, Raphael!” she gasps while clenching tighter than ever, her nails digging into his neck. “I’m coming! God, Red, I’m coming!”
I glance up to see Raph holding her through it, hand gripping the back of her neck. I lick her through it all, add a bit more lube, and then he gets himself in position. I keep her cheeks open, feeling those shivers and shudders of pleasure right before he sinks inside.
“Look at me,” he summons her with a little shake, jiggling those lovely tits against his chest.
Tears streak down her face, but she stares back at him, moaning as he slides in, inch by inch, making her feel every curve and ridge. Thing of beauty.
And Seth is still licking me.
As Raph and Briella fall into a rhythm of him stretching her and thrusting inside, I tackle my boy, roll him onto his back, and kiss him hard, eating his mouth and grinding against his hardness.
He brings it. Lifts his head, tilting his strong jaw, eating me back. Teeth cutting, mouths mauling, tongues spearing. Pricks grinding and rubbing. Doesn’t take long before we’re both spilling our seed between each other’s thighs.
When I snap my head up, Raphael is seated all the way inside her. She’s panting, whimpering, the skin around her eyes creased from pain, but she’s taking him so well.
“Now, I will share.”
He leans in and cuts his teeth on her throat, making her tense, hurting her more inside, but he licks his teeth mark. And she shivers.
Now, all of us boys are paying attention. I sit up and lean against the leather chair behind me, crossing my arms over my chest. Seth still lies on his side, occasionally watching as Raphael pumps his dick.
With his hand still clutching her hair, Raphael sweeps his predatory gaze over each of us. Icy enough to chill our bone marrow. Scary motherfucker utters, “None of you remembered the girl with purple hair.”
We all trade glances. And suddenly, my spine snaps straighter than a rod.
“But I do,” he continues, moving his hands to her hips and lifting her up and down once, settling in again. Her little cries of pain and pleasure fill the room like a choir.
“Remember me?” she whispers.
“Yes.” He lifts one hand to cup her jaw. “The girl with purple hair came to Trinity House.”
Just hearing the name of that hell house is enough to make me growl, but we’re all too busy listening for that.
Briella parts her lips, a whole new pain showing. He lifts her up and down again, then burrows in, making her lurch and sob this time.
“Sometimes, Trinity was a docking station,” he goes on, barely moving a muscle. “Kids would show up for a few nights here and there before getting transferred to another location. Turns out, Trinity and Easthaven were connected.”
None of us breaks the silence, giving them their moments.
“What? I don’t re-remember?—”
“You were only five.” Raphael grips her throat this time. “And you stayed for one night. One night before they took you back to Easthaven.”
She sifts her fingers through his hair, inching them up to his jaw. “Why do you remember? One night?”
He stiffens, then eases out a heavy sigh through his nostrils. “Because you don’t forget the first night your virginity is fucking raped.”
“No.” It leaves in a whimper, and silent tears pour down her cheeks as she stares back at him in horror.
Fuck, we all knew what Raphael took…for all of us. How the spawn of Satan himself, Trinity Director, would take Raph into the basement. Or sometimes out to the nearby cemetery. He tried to hide it, but we fucking knew. Especially Jude, who’d patch Raph up every night—one reason they became partners.
“How?” Both her hands station on his jaw, pausing, hanging. “Why?”
His eyes seem to turn black as pitch right before he slams his mouth against hers, rolls her onto her back, ejecting to the tip, then spearing himself balls deep in her ass.
