Page 65 of Monsters' Manor

He pulls himself free of Silas’s mouth and surges up from under me. I let out a little squeal as he tosses me onto the mattress before lunging for Silas. Their two beautiful bodies meet in a frenzy of hot, seeking mouths and eager hands, grasping and stroking, groaning into the ferocity of their kiss.

Ren pulls back, hand tangled into Silas’s hair. “Do you like the taste of our witch?”

Silas licks the sheen of me Ren left on his lips and makes a strangled sound that might be ayes, or might just be the absolute overwhelm of being in our demon’s grasp.

“Good,” Ren grunts. “Then you can finish her while I take care of you.”

Silas groans his reply, and Ren jerks his chin toward me. “Up, witch. Rest your back against the headboard.”

Goddess above, the things it does to me to be ordered about by this demon.

I follow his instructions like the obedient witch I am, eyes widening when Ren maneuvers Silas in front of him. Ren presses a hand to the middle of Silas’s shoulders until he’s bent over at the waist with his upper body resting between my thighs and his ass up and exposed for Ren’s mercy. His tail curves around Silas’s thigh, wrapping tightly and giving a quick jerk to spread him even wider.

“Let him see your cunt, Rosie,” Ren commands as he grabs the bottle of lube from his pocket realm. “Let our shade have the privilege of tasting you.”

Silas comes to me eager and greedy, pressing his hands into my thighs to spread me wide, running his tongue up the length of me to swirl around my clit. Ren watches with fires burning in his crimson eyes as he massages the oil into Silas and works him open with the tip of his tail.

It’s too much. Too fucking much to have Silas’s mouth on me and the impossibly erotic sight of my two lovers in front of me.

All my muscles are already tightening with my fast-approaching climax. I thread my hands into Silas’s hair and grind against his eager mouth. Shamelessly chasing my own pleasure, I teach him just how I like it with each roll of my hips and each satisfied moan.

“Are you ready to take me, shade?” Ren rasps, pressing his erection into Silas.

“Yes,” Silas groans into my core. “Goddess, please, Ren. I need—”

His words cut off on a ragged cry as Ren sinks into him. He buries himself deep, thrusting into Silas with enough force to push him into me and send my head bumping lightly off the headboard.

The grip Silas has on my thighs tightens and all the desperate sounds he’s making echo into my pussy. When Ren’s seated himself to the hilt, he reaches down and buries his hand in Silas’s golden hair, tipping his head back and making the shade look up at him.

“You’re mine,” he growls, pumping his hips once for good measure.

He presses Silas’s face back to my pussy, then drags his crimson gaze up to meet mine.

“You too, witch. Both of you are mine.”

The satisfied gleam in his eye and the pride in his voice make something tighten in wonderful, tender pain near the center of my chest.

All that tenderness only lasts a moment, though, before Silas turns all his dark focus back to me. My back arches and I cry out as he spears his tongue into me and sends a tendril of shadow to graze against my clit.

We’re all a mess of need and want, greed and giving, warm flesh and shared pleasure. Ren’s thrusts ripple through Silas’s body, throughmeas the shade works me in time with the demon’s strokes. Magick swirls and moonlight caresses against our skin, until all that darkness and power reaches its breaking point.

I shatter first, my orgasm ripping through me with enough intensity to black out my vision for a few long, ecstatic moments. Silas works me through every spasm, fingers sunk into me and tongue laving over my clit, only giving me mercy when I’m boneless and breathless, slumped into the headboard.

Ren wraps an arm around Silas’s middle, pulling him up until he’s on his knees with his back to Ren’s chest. When he’s got the shade right where he wants him, Ren brackets Silas’s throat with one hand and drops the other to take his cock in a firm, commanding grip.

Ren keeps moving, keeps thrusting, taking control of Silas’s body and pleasure completely, sinking his teeth into Silas’s pale shoulder as he strokes him toward his climax.

Body still shaking with the aftermath of my orgasm, I bask in the unimaginable pleasure of watching them. The delicious ferocity of their straining muscles and the graceless rutting of their bodies as they work each other toward oblivion, the ecstasy on their faces and the desperate rasp of their breath.

They’re beautiful. Both of them. They belong to me, and to each other, and all of this feels so fuckingrightthat tears start to gather in the corners of my eyes.

Ren’s thrusts become uneven, and his panting breaths are laced with the edge of a growl as he reaches his peak. And Silas is right there with him, cock jerking helplessly in Ren’s grasp as his own orgasm crests.

“Witch,” Ren grunts. “Mouth on his cock. Suck him down deep while I fill him up.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

Almost as soon as I get my lips around our shade, he comes apart at the seams, letting out a hoarse cry and clutching his hands into my hair. I swallow him greedily and revel in the sound of Ren finding his own release just a few moments later. He spills into Silas with a shout, tipping Silas’s head back to catch his mouth in a messy, inelegant kiss.

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