Page 18 of Surviving Hallow Hill
“He’s in heat.” Rue’s voice rasps against my neck. It’s a guttural sound, like he’s barely holding it together. Because he can feel what I’m feeling, what Styx feels. “If you don’t fuck him, it’ll hurt.”
Styx whimpers and jerks his hips up. The slick head of his cock slides against my folds, desperate for entrance. That little touch makes me moan. I feel how much he wants me, and I want him just as much.
I’m riding the high of killing. My body hums, thirsty for a good fuck after death. It’s the Sekar in me. Fighting and fucking always go hand in hand, and I can’t hold back any longer.
In one fluidly desperate move, I slam my slickness down every inch of Styx’s cock. He fills me so completely, I feel him down to my very soul. My head slams back against the crook of Rue’s neck as my walls tighten against Styx. He thrusts his hips up, the movement causing delicious friction against my clit that makes me moan. It’s a fast pace from him. So fast, I can’t breathe for several seconds as he slams in faster and faster, eager to please me, fill me, fuck me.
My hands slap down on his bare chest, and my head snaps up. “Don’t,” I command. The power behind the single word has his cock pulsing inside me.
He halts instantaneously.
My little puppy likes it when I take charge.
“I’mgoing to fuckyou,” I say. “Not the other way around.”
His lips part with a gasp. And a smile.
I start slowly, a gentle roll of my hips, my thighs clamping on his hips with each movement. Styx groans and drops his head to the ground but doesn’t close his eyes. The force of his stare is like the press of fingers caressing my body. He conveys so much with a look that I find myself moving faster, harder against him.
Rue guides my movements behind me, palms skimming across my hips, and every time I slam down onto Styx’s cock, Rue keeps me pressed down tighter so that the tip of Styx pulses in my g-spot.
Fingers glide along my spine; nails dig into my hips. So many sensations overwhelm me at once that I don’t know where I begin and where they end. But I know Sia’s there. I feel the dark shadows of his power, pulsing in wave after wave of drugging euphoria.
I ride Styx’s cock faster until he is gasping, grunting, and desperate. Tension lines his body, and I can see how much effort he’s putting into remaining still and not fucking me the way we both know I’d like. Teeth graze across the sensitive flesh of my neck, pointed incisors piercing my skin. And then Rue’s hand meets my clit, and he presses against it.
The touch triggers my orgasm, and I throw my head back, screaming as I ride the sensations out. It spreads through my body, the pleasure. It’s overwhelming, drowning, and I don’t mind it at all.
I fucking love it.
Fingers wrap around my neck once I come down from that crest of euphoria. They tighten, and I gasp as my head is tugged back. Sia has replaced Rue, and he’s looking down at me, pupils blown wide and darkening his eyes.
He’s danger incarnate, as suave as sin. He’s a Sekar. And death has never looked so fucking sexy.
Words and commands aren’t needed. His fingers and lips do the commanding for him. He tugs me close and bends, lips slanting over mine. And he takes just as much as he gives. He’s dominating, his tongue the force of a storm as it plunges inside my mouth. Teeth scraping against my lips are enough to have me moving against Styx all over again.
The slightest pressure against my neck has me gasping.
“You like that,chère?” Rue’s voice whispers, wrapping around my senses like silk on bare skin.
I groan my answer into Sia’s mouth.
Yes.
Fuck yes, I like that.
Sia’s other hand goes to my hair, fingers digging in. It’s borderline painful, but I’m turned on enough that it doesn’t even matter, because it fuels my desire even more. A firm tug pulls me away from Sia’s mouth, and he’s guiding my face away from him.
All at once, I’m enveloped from all sides. Styx beneath me. Sia behind me. Rue beside me.
Sia’s bare skin touches my back, and I hadn’t even realized he was naked, but it makes me shiver just the same.
All at once, Rue shoves my hips down hard enough to hurt. But just hard enough... to make Styx cum. His groan is a growling, aggressive, delicious fucking thing that convulses in the deepest part of me. I’m gasping at the feel of his release pulsing against my swollen walls.
I enjoy the sight of his pleasure as if it were my own.
But only for a moment.
Because as quickly as he came, I’m pulled away from him. Sia’s nails dig into my flesh, and he jerks my hips back in one quick motion. His shaft is sliding deep into my wetness with a force I didn’t realize he was capable of. With a force that has me screaming.
