Page 171 of Their Blood Rite

I move, rocking my hips and relishing in how his muscles tense. His already perfectly sculpted form is rigid as he moves in time with me.

A dark fucking god trapped in a perfect skin suit. His dark eyes open and bore into my equally dark soul.

Shaw stands and twists my hair in his hand.

‘Wrap your pretty lips around my cock and get it wet,’ he orders, guiding my mouth onto his waiting length. He fucks my mouth, forcing himself down my throat. He’s there a moment before he hands my open mouth to Archie to fill. Without hesitation, he grabs my hair roughly and obliges.

Shaw falls to his knees behind me, presses his palm down on my lower back, and rests his wet cock at my arse.

My eyes widen when I realise why he needed to be wet. My pussy is soaking, dripping with arousal and want.

But he has no intention of fucking me there.

‘If you need me to slow down, you say so. You want me to stop, fucking scream it. You hear me, Pixie?’

‘She can’t speak right now,’ Archie laughs, driving his cock down my throat. ‘Her pretty mouth is a tad busy.’

Shaw grabs my hair and pulls me off Archie.

‘Do you hear me, Pixie?’

‘Yes,’ I pant.

‘Breathe. And relax. Because I’m fucking you up your sweet arse. And you’re going to take it. Yes?’

I nod.

‘I need to hear you say it.’

‘Yes. Yes!’

I scream as he eases himself into me, unwilling to waste another second. He fills me up slowly and with a patience I never thought him capable of.

‘It’s not going to fit,’ I groan, struggling to take him when Dorian is already inside me.

‘Oh. We’ll fit,’ Shaw insists, another inch filling me up. I cry out, the fullness so overpowering. ‘Just wait until we’re all buried between your legs,’ he hisses. ‘That will give you something to truly scream about.’

‘I can’t,’ I whisper, forcing myself to relax my clenching muscles.

‘Not tonight, Pixie. But one day. Don’t you worry.’ With a heavy exhale, I feel his chest meet my back. He’s in as far as he can go, right to the hilt. ‘Good girl,’ he praises, burying his face in my hair. ‘I told you that you could take us. Now stay still.’

Archie runs his shaft back up my tongue, watching me with hunger and such intense passion as he fucks my mouth.

‘No biting, Pix,’ he grins. ‘You be very careful with those new teeth of yours.’

Dorian and Shaw plough into me. It’s sensation overload. Pain and pleasure. Fear and excitement. Their hands caress every curve. Every inch. They pinch and grip. Kiss and nip. No part of me is left unattended, and I’m screaming around Archie’s cock in a matter of minutes. My fingers dig into the dirt as the orgasm tears through me, ripping me apart in the most heavenly way.The trees splinter around us, cracking from the roots up as my earth magic ripples from my fingertips.

Archie grips my head with both hands. His breathing gets rougher, and with a ferocious grunt, he spills into me straight down my throat. I swallow, devouring what he offers, before he leans down and kisses me hard, uncaring of what was in my mouth not seconds ago.

The guys speed up, seeking their own release. With a delicious grin, Archie reaches down and works my clit, circling it in rhythm with the others.

‘Give us another, Pixie,’ he urges, watching with a thrill as his two friends rut into me with increasing need.

‘I know what she needs,’ Dorian says.

He wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes.

Normally, this would push me over the edge. Not this time. My orgasm fades, replaced instead with panic.

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