Page 60 of All Hallows Fate

“Please.” Her throat bobbed, eyes fixed on Miz as he leaned over her.

“It must hurt,” he mused, all softness and silk.

“So badly,” she confirmed, the hitch in her breath a sure sign she knew Miz’s softness was a thin veil over a core of ice.

“But you’re so good at taking edges for us, aren’t you, my universe?”

She bucked when I ran a light touch up and down the outer edge of her pussy, working her higher. “No. No, I’m really bad at it, please let me come.”

He brought her hands to his lips, kissed her knuckles. “No.”

Cat’s scream was muffled, and then loud, filling the entire courtyard. Dark coils of shadow erupted into the sky, others filling the voids in our ruined home. “But I—But I need—”

“You need to obey your husbands?” Miz finished. “I agree.”

“I hate you,” she whined.

“I know.” Miz’s grin was sharp, so fucking beautiful. “I love it.”

“Madde,” Cat sobbed. “Please tell him I can come.”

“If it was up to me, you’d come over and over until you passed out,” he said with tender gentleness, kissing down her throat to her chest. “I’d let you have so many orgasms your body would give out, and then I’d wake you up with some more.”

Cat had gone pale, her eyes wide. I snorted and licked a broad stroke through her pussy, dragging my tongue over her clit. She reacted like she’d been shocked, her hips shooting off the step, her upper body twisting, trying to free herself to pursue relief.

“I’m going to die,” she moaned.

“You’re already dead, lioness,” Madde said with so much cheer I wanted to punch him. I could have done without the reminder of losing her. “Which means we can fuck you until your heart stops and just keep going.”

“Oh god,” Cat groaned. “I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

I glanced up when darkness trickled over the step, older and less destructive than Cat’s. When my eyes met Death’s, I grinned, and adjusted where I leaned over Cat to allow him access.

Her body locked, toes curled, when he slid a thin tendril of darkness inside her dripping pussy. The sound of it was fucking obscene. A low laugh shook my chest when I watched that thin finger of shadow swell inside her, and Cat’s legs began to shake, her breathing scattered, eyes squeezed tight.

“You better be fighting that climax for me,” Miz said in a voice so commanding it made my balls ache.

“I can’t.” Cat’s voice was a breathless inhale.

“You don’t have permission to come, darling woe,” Pain chided, and shocked me by grabbing her throat in a firm grip, fingers dimpling her skin.

“But I need to.”

“Do you?” His thumb stroked her pulse, the expression on his face adoring, a total contrast to his voice. “Or do you just want to?”

More magic bled from our wife, dense and foreboding, swirling like a tornado in places. I kissed her clit just to see what would happen, and the courtyard erupted into a thrashing ocean of black power. Cat’s breath caught, her body bowed. She hung on the edge, so close I could see her pussy bearing down on Death’s power as he filled her.

“That pretty ass just clenched for us,” I noted, kissing my way down her inner thigh, dipping closer for a taste, desperate for the sweet, addictive flavour on my tongue. “Does it want to be filled?”

“Everything wants to be filled,” she whined, hips stuttering as her orgasm drifted further out of reach. “Stop being cruel. Please.”

I motioned for Miz to release her hands and caught her pliant body against mine, the shudder that moved through her sending a dark thrill through my gut. Magic whisked away her clothes—Pain’s magic, I thought—and there was no containing my deep groan at the sight of my wife and her divine body. Curves fucking everywhere, the shape of her so perfect it was unreal, scars and marks and cellulite a siren song my tongue wanted to follow.

“God fucking damn, Cat,” I breathed, filling my hands with her ass and pulling her thick body against all of mine for a moment, indulging my own selfish desire. The feeling of her scorching skin burned through my shirt, her tits a mesmerising sight as her ragged breathing made them move, areolas making my mouth water.

I didn’t mean to suck her nipple, but I blinked and it was in my mouth, my tongue swirling to trace every contour. The husky moan it coaxed from my girl made me suck harder, and delight crackled alongside my need when she shuddered hard and clutched my shoulders. Her loud cry echoed around my head, but it was the quiet, muffled whimpers which followed that made my hips buck.

Her heat burned through my pants, and that was all it fucking took; I followed her over the edge, coming so hard I saw stars. Miz’s low laugh shot me higher, the next wave of pleasure wringing me out so viciously I grunted, clutching Cat close.