Page 52 of Devotion

The vampire rolled his eyes as he lazily stroked himself. “I’m watching my mate enjoy herself. Her whole body is perfectly on display for me from this vantage point.”

Sunday reached out for him, her hand taking over and matching the rhythm she’d taken with Jake. If I had to guess, I’d say she was timing it with what Alek was doing with his fingers inside of her.

“Such a greedy girl you are, Miss Fallon. Wanting all four of our cocks. Wanting all four of us to worship your body.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed around my dick.

“Fuck, Sunshine. Do it again.”

My perfect mate did it again, just as I’d asked.

“Yessss,” I said in a tight whisper.

Alek hissed, drawing my attention as he slowly sank his dick inside her, one hand splayed over the small rise of her belly. “Always so hot and tight, Kærasta. Everything I could ever want.”

“That’s because she was made for us,” Thorne said, his face flushed and eyes hooded as Sunday continued to work him.

“Aye, Mr. Blackthorne. She’s a gift from God. Now, let’s show her exactly how precious she is to us.” Caleb snaked one hand down until he found her clit, his arm under Alek’s, without even batting an eye. The four of us had made so much progress as we learned to love Sunday as a team.

Sunday let out a garbled moan and swallowed around me, bringing me closer to the edge than I wanted to be. She had to go over first. This only worked if she did.

I locked eyes with Alek, not needing words to communicate what I was thinking. Like I said, we were a well-oiled machine when it came to loving our mate.

Alek picked up his pace, knowing the exact angle she required combined with Caleb’s skilled fingers to get her there. I felt the second she approached the edge because her body tensed and her movements grew more frantic.

“Fuck, dove, I’m close.”

“Me too,” I said.

Caleb gave a tight nod. “Aye, me as well.”

“I could go all day,” Alek said with a smug as fuck grin.

Sunday chuckled, and once again the vibrations of her throat around my cock had me seeing stars. “Get there, Sunshine. God, please.”

Alek groaned as Sunday tensed. “Fuck, she’s there. She’s milking my cock so well.”

“Now,” I gritted out once Sunday’s back hadflattened out and it was obvious she was no longer in the throes of her climax.

I pulled out of her mouth and began furiously pumping my dick, the other three following my lead as Sunday watched. My orgasm hit me hard and fast, hot jets of cum shooting across her chest and pooling in the middle of her sternum.

Caleb barked out a groan of pleasure and added his release to mine as Thorne did the same. Then Alek came with a roar, coating her belly with an embarrassingly large load. Really, the fucker put us all to shame.

“Good morning to me,” Sunday murmured.

I smiled, but was taken by another impulse. Without a word, I leaned over and started drawing—or maybe it was fingerpainting—in the mess we’d made.

“Of fucking course he’d put a K on her,” Thorne grumbled.

“Hey now, I’m not done,” I said, adding a plus sign and an S to the equation I’d traced onto her belly. “You can’t rush art.”

Caleb snorted but then surprised the fuck out of me when he drew his initial on her right breast. Then Thorne drew a heart after adding his T. Alek, the fucking showboat, didn’t waste time adding his initial, but instead of making the two sides of his A even, he kept going down until he was playing with Sunday’s clit again.

“Sorry,” he said with an entirely unrepentant grin. “Just wanted to make sure I got it right.”

Sunday whimpered, “You should keep going, then.”

“We’ll go forever if that’s what you want,a stor. That’s what mates are for.”

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