Page 152 of Wrath of the Fae

‘You like that, my Queen?’ Cyrus says darkly, his hands sliding down my spine before he smacks my arse again.

‘Oh, I likethat,’ Reid purrs, running his fingers over mine, lost between my legs. ‘I need a better view.’

I’m placed on my back as Reid grips my knees and spreads my legs wide.

‘I’ve never seen you play with yourself before. I remember asking you about it once. You turned bright red.’ He returns my hand between my legs. ‘Now look at you.’

I widen my legs for him, revelling in his heavy exhale as he watches my fingers ease in and out. He can’t resist, and his fingers join them.

Stretching. He keeps stretching me.

I reach blindly for Cyrus. I want it. Need it!

He takes my face roughly in his hand.

‘Tongue out!’

I obey, and the tip of his cock meets my tongue.

‘Lick it clean, baby,’ he breathes.

As I run my tongue over him, I can’t help but smile.

He’s coated it for me.

‘Good girl.’ He runs his fingers through my hair. ‘That’s my good, good girl.’

There’s no shame here. I wonder if there is anything I could do, want or feel that would ever make them think less of me. Be disgusted by me.

My tongue flicks and swirls around him, and I moan in delight as I taste not only his blood, but him.

I’ve missed him. I’ve missed them both beyond reason or understanding. This. This twisted satisfaction they get from sharing me. My enjoyment of being all they want, so much so it frightens me sometimes how far they’ll go to keep me.

After a lifetime of hate, abuse, neglect and pain, being so coveted by such lethal men fuels my passion to please them. And the more I please them, the more they please me. A never-ending, beautiful and deadly cycle. One, I pray, won’t end in disaster.

Again.

Reid climbs up my body and pulls my face away from tending to Cyrus before claiming a kiss. He doesn’t care Cyrus’s blood is in my mouth. He doesn’t care I had him between my lips.

He pulls away, leaving me breathless, his fingers still entangled with mine and buried deep.

‘Are you ready?’ he asks heavily. ‘We do this, and there’s no going back.’

‘We have to,’ I pant. ‘I need control.’

‘Is that truly the only reason?’ he asks.

I can’t lie. He’ll see it on my skin if I do. And the hope in his voice, it’s so pure. So desperate.

‘You know it’s not the only reason. OH FUCK!’ I cry, feeling his knuckles slide in, taking mine with him. ‘Oh… fuck…’ I’m stretched to my limit and confused as pain and pleasure fight for dominance.

‘You good?’ he asks, leaning down to kiss my neck.

Hastily, I nod. I’m so full. So wonderfully full.

‘She can take it,’ Cyrus boasts. ‘She was made to take us. Let’s get this going. My cock is starved, and I’ve waited long enough.’

‘What’s the safe word?’ Reid whispers in my ear, nipping my ear lobe as he does.

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