“Have you met yourself?” Angel chuckles, stripping off his boxers before lying on his back. He crooks a finger, motioning me to come closer. “Sit on my face, beautiful, and face mycock.”
When I hesitate, not sure if I heard him right, Angel loses patience. His hands grip my waist, dragging me over his face. One palm flattens against my back, bending me until I’m staring at his rock-hard length.
I open my mouth to ask if he’s sure, but then his mouth finds my clit, sucking hard, and I gasp and buck away.
“You’re dripping, sweetheart. Stay still, or the next time you move, I’ll have to punish you.” Then he dives in without warning.
When I jolt again, his hand comes down in a sharp smack on my ass.
Angel hears my breathy moan, and it earns me another sharp slap on the other cheek, all while his tongue works mercilessly.
When the stars in my vision finally clear, I focus on the beautiful, needy cock in front of me and take him in my mouth.
His appreciative moan vibrations straight through me, fueling the cycle of sweet, relentless torture. Every thrust of his tongue scrambles my thoughts until I’m clinging to the last shreds of sanity.
We lose ourselves in each other all night until we’re too tired to lift a finger and fall asleep tangled together.
34. Fact: Cake has magical powers
Nevaeh
Last week, August and I watched a movie with a scene of a little girl celebrating her birthday surrounded by her friends, balloons, cake, basically the whole nine yards.
When I glanced at Monkey, his eyes were so full of longing that I had to find a way to make it happen for him.
After a long day of rifling through the paperwork we’d found on his pack, Angel found out his date of birth, and coincidentally, it was coming up sooner than we’d expected.
We each planned to pitch one idea so we’d have plenty of options to choose from, but let’s be honest, no one stood a chance against Seiji.
He stormed in with a PowerPoint presentation that had background music and a whole-ass theme. He pitched the outdoor gaming arena that the Griari Empire, home to ancient dragons, had recently inaugurated to boost inter-species relations.
It was gaining quite a reputation for itself, which made it nearly impossible to get in, but since the Tetrad kingdom has a good relationship with them, Angel was able to secure us a private arena.
I’ll admit when Seiji suggested celebrating August’s birthday in a paintball arena, I never imagined it would be this fun.
Crouched behind a fallen tree trunk draped in a camouflage blanket, I inch forward to get Harvey in my shooting range.
The entire arena is filled with scent blockers, dulling our senses to level the playing field.
I duck just as Hazel stomps past me. She’s mad because she’sbeen shot seven times by yours truly. We’ve been battling for the top spot all game, and I bet she regrets teaching me how to shoot.
So far, I’ve shot Seiji four times and Harvey five. The lovesick fool was too busy admiring Grace to remember the basic rule—never turn your back on your enemy.
Angel and August are the only ones I haven’t shot because I love them, and I don’t shoot people I love.
I’m about to scare the crap out of Seiji, who’s hiding behind an ugly green drum, when my little Monkey materializes out of thin air and blocks my path. He takes one look at the guns in my hand and shakes his head in exaggerated disappointment.
At first, we’d agreed not to shoot August because we thought he might feel bad. But when he burst out laughing at his first colorful splash, it was clear he didn’t mind being covered in rainbow goo.
The little man stares me down accusingly, like I’ve stolen his last slice of pizza. August plants his hands on his hips, his miniature gun hanging off his back, looking comically large compared to him.
“What’s with the look, kiddo? This isn’t cheating. It’s called strategy. No one said I couldn’t take an extra gun.” My voice drops to a hushed whisper as I try to win him over.
When we first arrived and saw the setup in the middle of the woods, I was worried it might trigger August, reminding him of the night we escaped, but so far, I haven’t seen any signs of panic or stress.
August narrows his eyes, easily picking apart my lie.
“Okay, fine! Maybe they said no extra guns, but I’m doing this for our team.”
