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Saige could only whimper in response, her words stolen by the relentless pace of my fingers and tongue. I curled my fingers deeper, hitting that spot that made her cry out, and was rewarded with another gush of arousal coating my chin.
"Look at you," Faris continued, his mask tilting as he studied her face. "So pretty when you're falling apart. And Bram's not even close to finished with you yet, are you, demon boy?"
I pulled back just long enough to speak, my voice rough with lust. "Not even fucking close." Then I dove back in, sealing my lips around her clit and sucking hard.
"That's right," Faris growled, the mask making his voice sound even more menacing. "He's going to eat this sweet little pussy until you're sobbing for mercy. And then, when he's done making you come on his tongue..." He leaned closer to her ear, and I felt her whole body tremble. "We're all going to ruin you. Every single one of us is going to take you apart piece by piece until you can't remember your own name."
The promise in his words, combined with the relentless attention I was giving her, had Saige practically vibrating with need beneath us.
"I can't hold it back!" she screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm built.
"Then fuckin' come all over my mouth, Goldie," I growled against her soaked pussy before diving right back in, adding a third finger and burying them deep. My tongue started vibrating against her clit, and she detonated.
Her orgasm crashed through her like a fucking tsunami, her walls clamping down on my fingers so hard I thought she might break them. The taste of her release flooded my mouth as she screamed my name, her body convulsing beneath us.
But Faris wasn't about to let her catch her breath.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as he grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it straight down the middle, the black material falling away to reveal the lacey green bra underneath. The sight of her perfect tits barely contained by that delicate fabric, her chest heaving as she tried to recover from her climax, had my cock throbbing painfully against my pants.
"Fuck, look at these," Faris growled through his mask, his hands immediately going to her breasts. "So fucking perfect."
She was still trembling, still caught in the aftershocks when Sloane's hands found her hips.
"On your stomach, kitten," he commanded, his voice muffled by that plague doctor mask. The long beak made him look absolutely sinister in the moonlight.
Before she could even process what was happening, we were rolling her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. The sight of her ass in the air, her pussy still glistening with my saliva and her own arousal, had Sloane fumbling with his pants.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed, freeing his cock and stroking it once, twice. "I need to be inside you right fucking now."
He didn't wait for permission—just lined himself up and thrust deep in one smooth motion. The sound Saige made was part scream, part moan, and all desperation.
"That's it," Sloane groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "Take every fucking inch."
I watched, mesmerized, as he started a punishing rhythm, the plague doctor mask bobbing with each thrust. The sight was so fucking surreal and erotic, I could barely think straight.
"Faris," I commanded, my voice rough with need. "Get that cock in her mouth. Now."
The masked vampire didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself in front of her, still wearing that ghost face mask, his pants already around his knees.
"Open up, gorgeous," he purred, gripping her chin and tilting her face up toward him. "Time to put that pretty mouth to work."
The sight of her between them, taking them both while still wearing the remnants of her torn dress, was the most beautiful fucking thing I'd ever seen.
Chapter 14
Sloane
"Fuck," I groaned as I looked down and watched Saige's ass bounce with every thrust of my hips. The way my cock disappeared within her body had my blood heated to a boil.
But I hadn't forgotten about my bratty little pet.
"Fischer," I barked, "get over here and get on your knees." I pointed to my feet.
He didn't hesitate. Fischer scrambled over on his hands and knees, his black t-shirt hugging every muscle.
"Good boy," I growled, not slowing my pace as I continued to drive into Saige's perfect heat. She was moaning beneath me, her fingers gripping the sheets as I held her hips steady and she worshipped Faris's cock.
Fischer settled at my feet, looking up at me, and the long black beak of his mask bobbed as he waited for my next command.
