Page 121 of Craving Consequences

But before I can lose myself, he sets me down. My pussy pangs at the loss and I blink up at him as he takes a measuredstep back. breathing hard. Cock slick and shiny in the soft candlelight bobbing between us.

“Get on the sofa.”

I don’t protest or try to run. I’m not capable of it as I stagger my way down the hall and into the dimly lit room illuminated by clusters of candlelight. The two demons follow, dogging my staggering steps all the way to the sofa.

But rather than let me take a seat, Lachlan closes a hand on my upper arm and drags me back into his chest. His face turns into the side of my neck while his hands drag my top up, baring my breasts. They’re captured and cradled in his palms while Van claims the center cushion and watches. His meaty fist tight around his cock. Stroking.

“Christ, you’re fucking beautiful,” Lachlan nuzzles the hammering pulse at my throat. “I keep waiting to wake up.”

That made two of us, but I’m not given a chance to respond when he pinches both nipples and tugs. His cock burns into the small of my back, head smearing precum across my skin with every shift of my hips grinding into him.

“Get on your knees, Evie,” Van instructs gently.

Lachlan brushes a kiss to my jaw before releasing me. He says nothing as I bend between Van’s spread knees. As I rest my hands on the hard muscles cording his thighs. But he slips up behind me and adjusts me, pulls me up into a squat, my feet flaton the carpet. My hips arches back, pressing me forward into Van’s solid erection.

“Are you our pretty toy, Everly?” he says softly, thumb ghosting my bottom lip.

Heat swells up beneath my skin, but I keep his gaze when I nod. “Yes.”

He nudges my chin, my mouth, with the head of his cock. I reflexively kiss it and watch flames leap behind his eyes. Watch his chest rise and fall in shallow pants that flare his nostrils.

“Will you be Daddy’s little whore, Everly?”

I freeze at the request. Taken off guard. I never imagined that would be something Van wanted, and while the word tastes strange on my tongue, it inflames something deep and forbidden in my soul. It heightens my already trickling arousal.

“Yes, I’ll be your whore ... Daddy.”

I wait for the embarrassment, the discomfort, but the way Van is watching me with pride and hunger erases any doubt I may have had. It cocoons me in a surge of warmth that emboldens me to lean in and run the flat of my tongue up the stiff underside of his cock.

Van’s lips curl with pleasure. “What does my little whore want?”

Without bothering with words, I lean in and take him into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and suck him slow, savoring theweight of him on my tongue. He’s hot and thick and already leaking for me. The taste of him has my lashes fluttering.

“Fuck, such a good girl,” he groans as I stretch my lips wide and take him to the base. “You were made for this,” he pants, hips rocking forward in steady, filthy strokes. “Daddy’s perfect little cock whore.”

I moan. The praise sparks something reckless and wild. It heightens my need to please him, to hear him tell me I’m his good girl in that deep, rich growl.

I pull back with a wet slurp and lick the sensitive ridge just beneath the head before tracing the vein pulsing along the smooth shaft. My gaze flicks to his, mouth smeared with spit and swollen and stretched around his dick, and I nearly cum at the look of ravenous pride in his eyes.

“Don’t stop,” he urges, sliding his long fingers through my hair and fisting. “Drink Daddy’s cum, Everly.”

God...

My nails sink into his flesh, anchoring my sanity as my body gives a violent shudder. As it crests without a single contact to my clit.

I have to stop. I need a minute or I’ll...

He thrusts up. Slow at first. Then deeper. Choking me. My throat tightens. Tears sting my eyes. Saliva pools at the base of his cock. But I don’t stop him. I let him claim my mouth likethe good whore I am for him. I let him enjoy using me because this is mine, too.

His cock.

His voice.

His dominance.

His unhampered, unfiltered love for me that I feel radiating off him fills the hollow places inside me and it’s perfect.

His cock pulses beneath my grip. The salty tang of his pre-release fills my throat and I chase for more with the tip of my tongue circling the opening and earning a groan.

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