Page 40 of Cursed

I lift my head and catch Rourke watching just out of reach.

His hand grips his cock over his pants while he takes in the scene of our coven mates attending to my need. He smiles when he sees me watching him.

Branden notices our eyes lock and smirks. “You want him to come in his hand as we bring you to ecstasy?”

“Yes, please. And I need your cocks,” I plead.

“No. But you can suck on Landis.” Branden then slides his tongue over a tiny scratch on my breast.

I have a few dozen over my chest. I’m not going to survive this bliss without one of them in me. I open my mouth as an invitation to Landis.

He guides his beautiful cock past my puffy lips and he groans with pleasure. “So perfect. Take all of me, love.”

He presses farther toward my throat as Arden sinks deeper into my channel.

Branden licks the scrapes over my nipple.

The tonic and their ministrations causes me to shake with the approaching orgasm. My body arches off the bed as I scream around Landis’ cock. My pussy clenches around Arden’s fingers.

“Beautiful,” Quade coos. “Again,” he orders Branden.

My vamp obliges and quickly laves at all my scrapes in rapid succession.

Landis and Arden pump inside of me.

Quade strokes up my inner thigh.

I hear Rourke wanking his thick cock and moaning.

“Look,” Landis’ prompts, pausing his facefucking so I can peek at Rourke as he curses softly and grunts while he unloads into his hand.

He collapses back in the chair and works his knot, watching me watch him.

“You’re almost healed, my love,” Branden mumbles over his mark on my neck. “One nice big O for us, okay?”

“Cum on me,” I ask. “All of you.”

Landis shoves his cock past my lips. Branden and Arden both grind into one of my hips. Quade and Rourke are jerking off from near my ankles, aiming for my torso.

The idea of them all marking me with their essence at the same time throws me so close to the edge that I barely need Branden’s lick or Arden’s fingers inside me with his palm rubbing over my clit.

I explode, trembling and slightly worried since I’m blacking out or rocketing to the moon. Not sure which.

I feel the heat of their releases splatter me, claiming, marking.

Landis gushes into my throat, and I drink him down with my last bit of strength.

I blink, regaining consciousness and see the mess they made of me—not that I regret it.

“I’ll clean her up,” Arden says, but it sounds like he’s underwater.

“I’ve lost my hearing!” I shout.

“Good orgasms will do that.” Landis grins and kisses my mouth, licking a bit of his cum from my lips.

Arden carries me to the rustic washroom and Rourke warms the water before leaving my druid to help me clean up.

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