Page 178 of The Midnight Order
The wood floor beneath me is cold on my knees as my upper body presses into the fabric of the couch. Asher grins as he scoots closer to me, rubbing over his erection as he watches Corvin.
When I feel Corvin notch at my entrance, I hold my breath, praying he goes all the way this time.
Lowell has had me. I’m fair game, or so I think was the arrangement.
The male could change his mind and rip Corvin’s head from his neck at any moment. The thrill of the idea has me giddy, rather than scared.
Corvin tips inside me, stretching me in a way that causes me to gasp for air.
“Does he feel good, sweetheart?” Asher says, freeing his cock to fist.
Jasper is behind the couch, and I lose track of Lowell until I feel a hand swirl over my clit and find his eyes to my left.
This situation could quickly make me feel like I’m being taken advantage of. But it doesn’t.
It feels like I’m being worshipped.
Like I’m the object of all of their obsessions.
“He feels so good,” I finally whisper as Lowell turns my gaze away from him, and my eyes gobble up the sight of Asher jacking his cock.
He inches closer, tilting it toward me as Lowell urges me forward with a grip on my head.
It’s all the permission I need as I lean forward and slide him into my mouth.
Corvin’s hands brush over my ass, slinking around my hips and squeezing while he fucks me slowly and methodically.
Lowell’s fingers work my clit, and I’m so close to climbing the walls to escape the building pressure cooking me from the inside before I burst.
I stop sucking Asher to moan as Corvin picks up his pace. The idea that he might be close to coming has me transfixed.
Asher grabs either side of my head, controlling me like his toy, taking his pleasure.
I’m wondering where Jasper is when I feel a tug on my nipple. It’s a sharp bite of pain that tosses me over the edge of euphoric, mind-blowing bliss.
I cry out around Asher as he juts forward, filling my mouth. I nearly choke as I try to swallow it all down, each spurt quickly followed by another.
Asher’s cries of pleasure have Corvin screaming, his nails digging into my hips. I flick my eyes up to Asher for a suspended moment, worried he’ll have another moment like in my aunt’s house.
His hazy eyes are blown wide as I lick the last drops of cum from his tip, causing him to hiss.
“It’ll never get old,” Lowell growls, nipping my ear as he still torments my clit. It’s too sensitive, but all I can do is whine. There are no words. “Watching you come is mesmerizing, little lamb.”
I turn my head lazily in his direction. “You drank my blood.”
“I did.”
“Are you alright?” I whisper.
“I am. But I fear you won’t be.”
“What? Why?” I stammer.
Lowell lifts his hand, still smelling of me, and turns my face toward Jasper, who’s been patiently waiting his turn.
“Because we’re not done with you, Sweet Silver,” Jasper says, standing and moving across the room.
He disappears around a corner, and I know where he’s going.
