Page 111 of Their Blood Rite

I blink, looking behind me.

Dorian is naked, watching me closely.

‘Are you sore?’ Shaw asks, pulling my attention back to him.

‘A little,’ I whisper.

I gasp as Dorian slides his fingers inside me. Shaw’s cum slides down my thigh as he plays.

Shaw bites his wrist and offers it to me.

‘It will help with the stinging.’ He nods to the blood in encouragement.

My lips seal around it, and I drink.

That euphoria washes through me like a wave, and the pain fades. He stands, his body shimmering with sweat as he looks down at me with hooded eyes.

‘You’re a glorious fucking mess, Poppet doll,’ Dorian mutters, spreading the wetness from one end of me to the other.

I moan as he slides his length into me, his hands gripping my hips as he sinks deeper and deeper.

Archie reclaims my mouth with his cock. And they both fuck me.

Dorian doesn’t hold back. He’s rougher than the other two were and enjoys slapping my arse again and again, making the skin red raw and throbbing.

Archie tenses and his breathing gets more ragged. He slides himself down my throat, making me gag around him. His hand rests on my throat, feeling himself making me bulge.

‘Fuck!’ he grunts, spilling his release straight down my throat. When he’s done and moves back, I collapse on my front. Dorian falls with me and keeps screwing and screwing. Shaw and Archie watch my face closely as Dorian presses my head into the bed.

‘You look beautiful,’ Archie admires. ‘Perfection. Just like that.’

‘How about now?’ Dorian asks, wrapping his hand around my throat. As soon as he squeezes, I orgasm so fucking hard my ears ring, and the room spins. He releases me, and the sudden intake of breath makes me even more dizzy.

‘I take it back. Now she’s perfection,’ Archie replies.

‘Told you she liked being choked,’ Shaw boasts, brushing the hair from my face.

Dorian climaxes hard as I clench around him, digging his fingernails into my hips as he slams his release into me. He slows and stops, panting and shaking behind me. He leans down into my ear as I gasp and lie motionless beneath him.

‘That’s our good little Blood Whore,’ he whispers before planting a lingering kiss on my cheek. ‘Fuck. Who the hell said you could be so damned irresistible, hmm?’

Dorian’s compliment has me smiling. Oddly, I have no problems with being their little blood whore.

Just theirs.

Chapter 16

I scream again. My flesh is carved open. My blood spills from my body.

Cut. Cut. Cut.

Then… the sound of waves. The warmth of sunshine. The taste of salt on a breeze.

I blink at the clear blue sky overhead. My toes wriggle in the sand. And fingers run through my hair as I lie on the beach.

I look up to see Shaw on his back, my head on his stomach.

‘Do you ever have nice dreams?’ he asks. ‘Or is it always blood, screaming and gore?’

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