Page 117 of A Study of Blood and Ichor

“I fucking love you,” he said between thrusts and then took my face in his hands. “You have no idea how much.”

From the first moment I’d laid my eyes on him, Rory had always been mine to save. To fight for. To love. He looked up at me, gray eyes sparked with heady desire, and I wanted to give him everything.

“You will always have my heart.” I pressed my lips to his softly and let him wind his fingers through my hair.

The mattress shifted behind us, and I peered over my shoulder as Vain prowled toward Rory and I, inching closer with a predatory gleam in his eyes. I watched with peaked interest as Vain wrapped his hand around the base of Rory’s cock and pulled him out of me. Luckily, Vain didn’t make me wait long before he eased his hips forward and drove himself into me, sating the ache left behind in Rory’s absence.

Each long, hard thrust had my eyes rolling back while Rory stroked a hand through my hair as he gazed up at me from below. Vain plunged himself in and out a few more times before he pulled out and repositioned Rory to take his place.

Again and again, they took their turns, their cocks moving in and out. Every eager pump of Rory’s hips had me melting further into his chest. And the stretch of Vain as he sheathed himself inside, his hips flush against my ass, had me arching for him. Rory’s mouth was on mine the whole time, our tongues locked a ravenous frenzy. He hooked his hands under my arms and gripped onto my shoulders. His shuddering breaths fanned over my heated skin as our sweat-slicked bodies moved together.

I gasped against Rory’s mouth and jolted at the sensation of the warm press of a finger to my tight hole. Whipping my head around, I was met with a devious smirk from Vain as he eased a single lubed digit inside. I moaned as it sunk deep, the stretch of it filling me with a torturous bliss. He knew what I wanted. He knew all of my unspoken desires, every one of them, as if they were his own.

Rory kept his rhythm slow and steady as I adjusted to the new sensation tightening inside me, until I became the one to drive the pace. But even with every rock of my hips backwards into them both, it still never felt like enough. And I wasn’t above begging.

“Please. More,” I whimpered as I tossed Vain a heated stare over my shoulder that I could only describe as being intoxicated with lust. "Vain…"

Vain let out a low, approving hum and inserted a second finger to push past the tight muscle and spread me wider. I immediately went rigid, caught off guard by the added size, and I gasped. The demon leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the small of my back, gently caressing my hips with his free hand to coax me still.

“It’ll be much easier if you relax, mellilla.”

I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth and nodded, releasing the tension held within my muscles. Rory slid in and out of me at a languid pace while Vain carefully and patiently worked me open.

The building pressure was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It didn’t take long for the initial sharp sting to ebb before giving way to the throbbing heat of pleasure. By the time Vain introduced a third finger, I was practically bucking my hips.

“Stay still,” Vain said, speaking to both me and Rory.

We obeyed. I nearly cried out when Vain slipped his fingers from me and I squirmed in the absence of him.

“Patience.” He chuckled and then Vain spread me wide with his large hands, forcing another gasp out of me as he eased his cock past the rim, replacing where his fingers had been. The three of us inhaled shaky breaths against each other’s skin as Vain pushed deeper, every inch filling me with blissful anguish before he finally drove himself to the hilt, his hips flush against my ass.

“Fuck, Vain. I can feel you,” Rory panted underneath me. “She’s so tight.”

“Yes, and she’s taking both of us so well. Just like I knew she would.” The smile was evident in his words, and my stomach fluttered restlessly as the knot in my core wound tighter. Rory smiled too as he leaned up to kiss me, his tongue teasing my lips apart before delving deeper into my mouth.

Each of them remained motionless to allow me to adjust to the stretch of them both filling me. I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until they began to move, their long strokes dragging a deep moan of pleasure from my chest.

They worked in tandem—when Vain drew himself out, Rory pushed in. Back and forth, they kept an even pace, driving me mad with lust. I was insatiable. Every thrust turned increasingly more demanding, and every snap of flesh against flesh sent me hurtling toward a wild peak of ecstasy. There wasn’t a single muscle in my body that wasn’t strung taut, and I felt ready to snap at any moment.

Vain leaned over to purr into my ear, “You know, you make the sweetest noises when you’re about to come.”

Rory clenched his jaw, his expression fraught with tension as if he were about to come undone himself. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he panted. “Come with us.”

“I’m right there.” I gasped, shaking. “Oh god!”

They sent me over the edge with one more thrust from each of them, and I broke apart between them, clenching through wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt. I was soaring, falling, screaming their names as my orgasm tore through me, which coaxed both men to follow me in turn.

I held Rory’s gaze, awed at the incredible way his mouth fell open, and how his features twisted into the most beautiful clash of pain and soul-gripping pleasure as he emptied himself into me.

Vain roped my hair around his fist and tugged, craning my neck back so I could watch as he succumbed to his release. To behold an archdemon’s control unravel as he came undone, knowing he was mine—that we were his—it was like looking upon divinity.

Even after the last waves of my orgasm faded, Rory and Vain remained flush against me, then the three of us collapsed between each other in a tangle of limbs. For a long while, the only sounds filling the room were our heavy panting and the thrum of our heartbeats.

“Ava.”

“Mellilla.”

They whispered against the shell of my ear; the tremble in their voices, every shaky breath, every kiss against my skin felt like the act of them sealing a promise. That these men were mine. Vain and Rory held me, body and soul, and I would allow them both to seal a thousand more oaths, enough to last us a lifetime.

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