Page 140 of Veil of Blood and Bone

Wren has always been what he is.

I lick my lips, watching Hellevi pulled tight between three male bodies. The longer I consider it, the more I'm forced to concede—I do know.

Maybe I’ve always been waiting.

Wren hovers with predatory intent as Forest grips her ass, Nicholas trailing his mouth and human teeth along her collarbone. My pussy flutters, and I unconsciously clench my legs, my hand sliding up to tease hard nipples.

Is it wrong to get turned on watching the four of them together? Watching the men with her? Is it wrong to want to join?

The confession is a filthy secret I shouldn’t have put into words.

I swallow down a groan, throat dry in contrast to the watering in my mouth. I rub my thighs to increase friction. Lust sets the ache trailing out from my core.

I'm in way over my head.

Good, Helene. So good.

My pussy flutters again with Forest’s internal commentary, and I wonder if it’s too late to turn back.

When I force my eyes open, Wren slides his hands between her thighs, teasing her clit before he glides two digits inside her waiting center. Hellevi throws back her head. He pushes deeper into her body⁠—

The memory fades. Darkness curls, bordering the edge of the clearing and swallowing the scene, taking with it the image of the four writhing bodies in the clear stream.

“Oh, god.” I moan, the softness beneath my back cushioning me as I arch my hips up. The pressure inside me only electrifies.

Rough, calloused palms brush across my skin, and I grind my hips into the fingers trailing between my legs.

“Such a tight little pussy,” Wren whispers. “I can’t wait to feel you stretched around my cock.”

Forest growls. “We’re aching to be inside you, love. Look what you do to us?”

Wren pulls his fingers free and when I manage to pry my eyes open, he’s sucked the digits into his mouth, twirling his tongue to devour the wetness and taste me. I watch him while my brain struggles to make sense of the scene and this reality.

The last vestiges of the memory have disappeared only it wasn’t of my death. Why?

The four of us are on my bed. Door closed tight. When the hell did we get here?

How—

At least we’re not on the kitchen table. That’s a blessing. Gratitude spreads along with worry. Audra could wake up at any minute.

Wren’s shadows pull me into a seated position, controlling where I go, caressing me. He kisses my shoulder as Forest moves to the other side.

I swallow the lump in my throat before his mouth claims mine.

A reenactment of the first time we were together. Forest grabs the front of my shirt and tears it free. The moment it’s off, he’s back, heat sinking into me, tongue spearing past my lips. Invading.

All I taste is him.

No turning back.

If there was a last opportunity, it slips away. Only the pressure in my abdomen and the brush of his cock against my thigh.

I instinctively lift off my ass for the pants to go, too.

Forest breaks the kiss to grin, eyes primal. “Not yet, little shieldmaiden. Not yet. You have to be a good girl for us and let us devour you first. We’re not planning to rush.”

He falls to his hip, his cock bouncing with the movement. He’s bigger than I thought and already naked. His erection juts out in a straight line and the tip glistens with precum.