Page 131 of My Monster's Keeper
He snarls, baring his teeth, and loses it, rutting into me. Fucking me so wildly that I come screaming in seconds.
My body tingles, but another orgasm is building. I pant, clinging to him as he thrusts harder. Wilder lets out a curse, and then both of them are moving in me with a wildness that makes me feel like a doll.
“Wilder!” I scream. “PUPPY.”
My whole body convulses, and I clench so tightly on them that it’s almost painful.
“Please,” I choke out as pleasure tears through me. The intensity makes my eyes see spots.
Puppy and Wilder thrust into me, and my eyes widen. Puppy’s knot is swelling. I scream as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. Wilder roars, thrusting helplessly against the knot. I can feel him growing, too. So tight, too tight.
Puppy hisses. Both of them shudder and tremble. I can feel them twitching inside of me. Wilder collapses against my back, pressing me into Puppy. We’re going to be here for a while. I’m so full, but even the slightest movement sends pleasure ripping through me.
“That was incredible,” he whispers.
“Yes,” Puppy says, but his eyes are wide, and he looks dazed. He wraps his arms around us, hesitating before placing his hand on Wilder.
Wilder nuzzles me, and Puppy watches. I turn my head for Wilder’s kiss. He takes his time. When he lets me go, I look up at Puppy, trying to judge. He considers it, and then kisses me with far more passion than Wilder.
I’m not complaining.
Wilder grunts as he pulls out of me, and then he lifts me off Puppy and sets me on the ground. My knees collapse, and I’m caught around the middle by both of them.
Puppy smirks, and Wilder whistles.
“Not one word,” I grumble.
“No words,” Puppy agrees.
Stix slides in, smiling. He looks at Wilder and pulls me out of his arms. “My turn.”
I’m lifted into the air by his shadows until I’m at his head height. He tilts me back and drags his fingers up my legs from my ankles until he pushes my inner thighs, forcing me to spread them.
“Stix!”
“I want to see. Look at you, so full of cum it’s dripping out. I’m torn between removing it, adding more, or finding something to stop it from escaping you,” Stix murmurs andkisses my inner thigh. “Oh, this poor abused, pretty cunt. Look how red and swollen it is.”
I whimper.
He licks through my lips up to my clit and sucks. “What do you say? Can you go again or do you need a break?”
I reach between us, gripping his hair and holding him in place. “Again. I can take you.”
“And Frost,” Stix murmurs as he nips my clit. The blaze of pain makes me yelp, my back arching.
“Yes, yes. I can do it. Please. I need you.”
Stix laughs. It’s an evil, darkly sinful laugh that promises pain and pleasure.
“Frost.”
Stix pulls the Fae towards us and grips the back of his neck. He leans forward, pausing just before their lips touch. I can see them searching, and I tense, waiting, but Frost closes the distance, and their kiss is tentative, uncertain, but builds passionately.
Frost breaks away, panting. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck her. Make her hot and cold. Confuse her senses. I want to fuck her dripping cunt knowing my murder has had her already.”
“Murder?” I ask.
