Page 110 of Their Blood Rite

Shaw lifts my chin with his finger.

‘Your call, Pixie. If you want us, you can have us.’

Archie’s mouth slowly starts to work my neck. His tender kisses linger as he holds me in place, and the wasps of rage I had inside me have now become fierce butterflies. Goosebumps explode over every inch of my body, and I watch Shaw slowly working himself before me with deep hunger.

‘Well?’ Shaw asks.

‘Take my trousers off,’ I reply in a whisper.

They’re gone in a second.

‘Good girl,’ Shaw grins.

He kicks my feet apart and positions himself between my legs with sudden urgency.

‘Mine,’ he grunts, driving himself inside me with a deep moan. One of longing and need.

‘Fuck!’ I hiss, struggling to adjust to the size of him. To the fullness.

‘I have wanted to feel you clench around my cock since the minute I first saw you, Pixie.’

Shaw lifts me, taking me from Archie. He wraps my legs around his waist and looks up at me.

‘Ready?’ he asks.

I nod.

‘That’s my girl. Ready for anything.’

He lifts me and lowers me back onto him, manoeuvring me as he wishes. My body quickly adjusts, my arousal making him slide in and out with ease as I dig my fingers into his shoulders, moaning loudly.

‘So wet already,’ he admires. ‘At least your pussy knows who it belongs to, even if your stubborn attitude hasn’t quite caught up yet.’

Behind him, Dorian and Archie watch us with their hands in their pockets.

After a while, I find myself on all fours on the bed. Shaw is behind me, screwing me relentlessly, his fingers rubbing my clit in perfect timing. He tugs on my hair, lifting my head to see Archie kneeling before me on the bed, his throbbing length in hand.

‘Open wide, Pixie,’ Shaw instructs. ‘Don’t keep him waiting.’

I open my mouth wide, and Archie doesn’t waste a second. Archie holds my head, keeping me in the perfect position for him. As Shaw slams into me from behind, I’m forced more onto Archie. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat again and again, and he relishes every time I gag. His eyes sparklein wonderment, and when tears seep past my cheeks, he wipes them away with his thumb.

I shouldn’t love this. I shouldn’t relish in how they surround me. How they claim me. How they own me.

But I fucking do. I adore it. It drives me wild with want. With need. They look at me like I’m the only thing in the universe. They touch and caress as if time is running out, and they have to take all they can get before I fade to smoke and slip through their fingers.

With Shaw fucking me and working my clit, it’s not long until I’m screaming in climax. And so is he, grunting as he spills into me and smacking my arse hard as he does.

He slows. My skin is slick with sweat, and my arms and legs shake as they hold me up. Archie slows, letting me catch my breath but still running his length in and out of my mouth.

Shaw pulls out.

Then his fingers slide inside me. I hiss a little against the stinging sensation.

‘You’ll get used to us soon, Pixie,’ he promises, leaning over and resting his slick fingers at my mouth. ‘Open.’

Archie withdraws, and Shaw slides them past my lips. I lick them clean, tasting us both.

I go to move, but a pair of hands grip my hips, keeping me in place.

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