Page 23 of Wild Ivy
“And you love it,” Torin growls, flashing his fangs at me. His hands grip my hips, his claws digging into my skin tightly as he pulls out and slams back in again. The slight pain only heightens my arousal.
“We don’t have time for this!” Bram growls, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he doubles down.
“Shut up… and… fuck me…” I moan, feeling an orgasm building that is going to blow the roof off this house.
My body is on fire, every nerve ending crackling with pleasure as my three men use me mercilessly. I can barely think straight, let alone form a coherent battle plan. But somehow, through the haze of lust, an idea starts to take shape.
“We need... fuck... we need to divide and conquer,” I gasp out between thrusts. “Split up the army... oh god... into specialised units.”
Tate grunts, his cock pounding into my arse alongside Bram’s. “What kind of units?”
“Based on... shit... based on their abilities,” I moan. “Fighters, spies, healers...”
Torin slams up into me. “And how do we figure out what they can do?”
I cry out as a particularly hard thrust hits just the right spot. “We’ll have to... fuck... we’ll have to test them. Put them through their paces.”
Bram’s fingers dig into my hips. “And you think they’ll just go along with that?”
“They had fucking better,” I snarl, feeling my orgasm building to a crescendo. “I’m Death now. They’ll obey or... oh fuck... or I’ll decimate them completely.”
“Can you do that?” Torin asks with more interest in that statement than his soaking wet cock buried in my cunt.
“I can do anything I fucking want! Keep riding me, you fucking prick!”
He grins and gives me what I want. My tits bounce so hard, they ache, but I don’t care right now. This feels too good. It feels like I’m alive for the first time since I came back from being torn apart.
“We need to… offer them something they want.”
“Like what?” Bram grunts.
“A second chance,” I pant, and with that declaration, I come hard, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me and cum gushes out of my pussy, dripping down my thighs.
“Fuck!” Torin roars. “Fuck, you’re breaking my dick!”
I giggle through my orgasmic bliss as he dumps his cum inside me, his cock pulsing hard with each spurt.
Tate groans and unloads into my arse, with Bram following soon after. They all pull out, and cum drops from my holes onto the sheets.
“Creampies,” Bram pants, pushing me onto all fours.
Tate lies underneath me as I push out the cum from my pussy. He sucks my clit into his mouth, using his tongue to lap up the cum while Bram laps up the creampie from my arse.
“Fuck, you guys are filthy,” I groan, my knees and elbows wobbling uncontrollably.
I collapse in a sweaty, panting heap on the bed, but they aren’t done with me yet. Torin pushes my legs apart and devours my sensitive pussy, grazing my clit with his fangs.
“Fuck!” I scream and writhe closer to his mouth. “Fuck, that feels good.”
He increases the pressure until he draws blood, and I climax so hard I see stars and little birdies circling my head.
“We need to talk about that,” Bram muses. “I don’t think that’s a wise idea.”
I groan, finally coming down from my orgasmic high as the guys back off. “What’s not a wise idea?” I ask Bram, but my brain is still fuzzy.
He frowns. “Offering the souls a second chance. We don’t know what they’re capable of or if we can trust them.”
I sit up, wincing slightly. “We don’t have much choice. We need their power to take on Life and Morrigan.”
