Page 48 of Their Blood Rite

‘Open wide. That’s a good little Pixie.’

‘P-please…’ I manage.

‘You want us to stop?’ His eyebrows raise as he awaits my reply. ‘The truth now. I command it. Do you want us to stop?’

I shake my head. I want to cum. I want to scream in pleasure.

‘Please… more!’

I swear in a breathy whisper as they go harder.

Hands. Fingers. Tongues.

It’s sensation overload.

‘Ready?’ Shaw whispers.

But not to me. The others nod and keep working. Keep sucking and licking and massaging.

Heat courses through me. Strength and a rush of something. My panting gets more desperate, and as I feel the orgasm rise and rise, the room begins to shake. The chandelier trembles. They growl, and all three sink their teeth into me as I climax.

It’s not like the last time when it burned in my veins and had me screaming. This is divine. A sharp pain, yes, but mixed with the pleasure of it all to perfection.

Shaw bites my neck. Dorian bites my breast. And Archie bites my inner thigh.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I cry out in pleasure.

It tears through me and makes me scream.

Shaw’s hand slides into mine and grips me tightly. I hold on for dear life before slumping back, utterly spent.

They wipe their lips and peer down at me.

Dorian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a thin silver chain. It’s so delicate and slight I wonder if it’s a long necklace of some kind.

He holds it in his palm, spits a mouthful of blood onto it and mutters some words in a dialect I don’t understand.

Then he hands it to Ronan.

‘There you go,’ he says, taking a minute to readjust his erection and roll the muscles in his neck. ‘That will hold her. Man, being strong enough to use my magic again feels good.’ Dorian pats Shaw on the shoulder and heads to the door. ‘Have fun.’

‘Wait for me,’ Archie calls. He gives me a wink. ‘Thanks for the boost, Pixie. You taste fucking incredible, by the way.’

He jogs after Dorian and the two leave.

Shaw leans down and wraps the chain around my neck.

Then he takes his time lapping up all the remaining blood on my skin, running his tongue over me slowly and firmly as I lie there utterly spent.

‘I don’t… understand…’ I whisper.

He settles himself over me, his elbow sinking into the mattress beside me as he looks me in the eye.

‘You did good, Pixie. Rest now.’

‘Good?’

‘As a reward, I’ll allow you three questions, but I will only answer one of my choosing. And you have my solemn vow that my answer will be the complete truth.’

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