Page 47 of Their Blood Rite

‘Arch. Since you have a nasty taste in your mouth from killing so many of her coven, why don’t you do the honours?’ Shaw says, side-stepping around my legs. ‘It’s the least you deserve for what you did and endured.’

‘Really?’ Archie whispers. ‘I get first taste?’

‘Before I change my mind. Taste only, Arch. She’s not ready for us completely yet. Just make her cum so hard, she can’t see straight.’

Archie falls to his knees, spreads my legs, and seals his mouth on my exposed pussy, sucking in my clit as Shaw keeps his fingers swirling inside me, massaging and stretching.

The moan I release is degrading. My eyes lock with Shaw’s as he fingers me and feeds me. I’m seeking something from him. Comfort? Permission?

Is this normal?

I know women are shared among witches. But this? Them? Do they kill as a group as well as fuck?

Other than me, all that’s ever touched me has been Cole’s uncoordinated fingers. Now, three monsters surround me as I lie beneath them, at their mercy, naked and covered in blood.

And I am so turned on I could scream. I should be scared.

I am.

But that only makes this better. The thrill. The uncertainty.

The idea of them all entering me has my thighs trying to close. But Archie grips my knees, keeping them wide. They’re all dressed. No one is making attempts to free their manhood.

Yet.

I continue looking into Shaw’s eyes, and he knows my fear. My unreadiness of what they could do to me.

‘This is for you, Pixie. Your pleasure. We want you to see the stars and scream in bliss. Relax. Let us do what we do best. Okay?’

I nod and try to relax.

‘Don’t be shy, Dorian,’ Shaw says, still looking me dead in the eye. ‘Make her feel welcome. Enjoy our prize.’

Dorian’s hand takes my breast firm in hand, working my nipples until they peak.

‘You like that, blood whore?’ Shaw asks me, watching my back arch as Archie nips my clit with his teeth. ‘Having the three of us work on you like this?’

He slides his fingers into my mouth and glides them up my blood-coated tongue, mixing the taste of my arousal with his blood.

Shit. It’s delicious…

Archie wastes no time and delves his tongue over my entrance before easing it inside me. I grip the bed sheets, fisting them tightly as these three men work my body in ways I never thought possible. In ways that frighten me.

In ways that have me utterly delirious with desire and want and shame and helplessness.

It has an orgasm building in my core.

Dorian sucks my nipple into his mouth. I whimper as he bites.

Yet, none of them attempts to fuck me or pleasure themselves.

Shaw removes his fingers and sucks them clean.

My stomach does a million summersaults at the sight, especially as he seems delighted at the taste. His eyes widen, and an incredulous smile appears.

‘That’s delicious,’ he mutters before plunging them back between my legs to join Archie’s glorious tongue.

Shaw holds his wrist above my lips. Droplets of blood land on my cheek.

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