Page 63 of Hellish Fae
“Fuck,” I moan against Ryke’s mouth, and he holds me against him as my knees tremble.
“Pull her dress up,” a seductive voice commands like sex and violence all at the same time.
Ryke fists my dress and pulls it up high as he palms my breasts firmly all at the same time. His lips trail down my throat, and he shoves down the top of my dress for his rough palms to fully brush over my mounds. My breath catches and with hooded eyes, I peer over at the incubus lying back on the bed.
My panties slide down my thighs at the same time as Krave pushes down his jeans, revealing the hard length of his cock for me. He’s lying a few feet away from the three of us like we’re a show put on just for his pleasure. His big depthless eyes watch attentively as warmth covers my pussy. The incubus palms himself leisurely. A tongue slides over my clit, circling slowly, almost in time with the slow stroke of Krave’s palm down his shaft.
My head falls back against Ryke’s shoulder, and my hand grips his thigh hard as waves of demanding energy pulse through me, searching for a release. My palm pushes higher before slipping lower down the front of Ryke’s jeans. His teeth sink into my shoulder as I slide my hand down the hardness of his thick cock, my fingers not quite meeting as I take him in my palm.
He hasn’t been touched by another person in a hundred years. And it shows when he seems to lose control at the caress of my hand along his shaft.
He stops abruptly and doesn’t say a word as he grips my hips and takes control of the entire situation. Damien stands, but Ryke and I fall to the mattress as Ryke bends me over with bruising strength that almost makes me cum right on the spot. His big palm slides down the length of my spine like he’s admiring how I look from this angle.
His fingers dig into my skin, pulling my remaining clothes fully off, and before I can catch my gasping breath, he slams into me from behind. The growl of his groan and the scream of my moan meld together as he fills me fully. My hips rock against his, greedy for him to keep going.
And he does. Harder and harder he fucks me, punishing me for teasing him with the touch of my hand when my wet pussy is clearly what he really wanted. His pace never wavers, but his hold on me is a controlling, dominating touch. He pulls me back against him, forcefully guiding me down his shaft, using my body as I use his.
Steady hands slide through my hair, and I lift my head as smooth skin brushes over my lips. Damien lies beneath me, and I have to focus on him to part my lips for the slick head of his cock. My mouth slides down him as far as I can go, and my palm works his lower shaft. The salty taste of him hits the back of my throat, and I fuck him with my mouth as Ryke fucks me. It’s one fluid move of our bodies working with one another for the same goal.
My orgasm climbs higher and higher and higher, but it’s just out of reach. It’s too far. It’s unattainable.
Harder and harder and rougher and rougher, Ryke’s hips slam into mine. It’s the best pain and the most amazing pleasure, but it still doesn’t soothe that ache inside.
With another rigid thrust, Ryke growls gruffly and stills behind me as his cock throbs within me. A frustrated sound stifles from his lips. I just keep focusing on Damien.
But I can feel Ryke’s disappointment.
“Fuck her with your hand too. Her clit, fuck her clit hard,” Krave rasps, his voice sounding low and gravelly, but I can’t see him. I can barely focus on his words at all.
One calloused hand pushes over my pussy. Ryke cups my sex firmly and grinds his fingers over my clit so hard, my entire body trembles from head to toe. I pull back from Damien as my release shakes through me on waves of moaning screams.
And then he’s right there.
Krave takes my head in his hands, and he brings his lips to mine, watching me with hooded eyes as he does the one thing that fucking consumes my mind, body, and soul. Energy pulls from deep inside me. It takes my orgasm to a heady high. It’s like cumming all over again. It’s a release in an entirely different way. I feel it everywhere.
And Krave devours it like an intoxicating addiction that he’ll never get enough of.
Before the last of it pulses through me, he pulls back so abruptly that I whimper against his lips.
“Krave,” I whisper.
He kisses me chastely.
“Not yet, love. You’re not done yet.” He slowly lies back down, his palm lowering between his hips once more like he’s preparing for the show.
And then Damien’s lips are against mine.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “You taste . . . really fucking good.”
“It’s her orgasm. Her lust. It’s like candy and sex. Aries Sinclaire is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted,” Krave says, and his eyes are focused so intently on me that I tremble all over again.
“Come here,” Damien says sweetly, pulling me down against him, my body covering his as he looks up at me.
I feel weak. My limbs ache, and my breath is ragged. He just stares at me, searching into me with piercing amber eyes.
One hand pushes my hair back tenderly. He does that over and over again, and I don’t even notice when his other hand slides between us. His fingers dip down into my folds, and I tremble from his touch. He glides over my slickness, and he watches every fluttering of my lashes and every gasp from my lips.
He takes his time pressing and circling and grinding over my clit until I can’t even think straight. He shifts beneath me, and then his thickness is nestled right against my entrance. He still doesn’t fill me the way I want him to. He keeps up the loving touch of stroking my hair back while his other hand fucks my pussy in the dirtiest possible way.
