Page 154 of Wrath of the Fae

My arse tingles, and I can’t control the continuous moaning I create. I don’t want to. They both pant, gasp and hiss through their teeth. They tell me how good a girl I am for them. How delicious and dirty. How I take them both so fucking well.

Reid’s hand secures around my throat as he lifts me. I can’t think. I can’t move. I’m theirs, completely. The pain mixes so perfectly with intense pleasure. The utter trust I place in them lets me fall into a euphoric state. I’m their doll. Their plaything. I never want them to stop playing with me.

In the fog of my mind, I hear Reid.

‘Nod if you’re okay, Raven. If you don’t nod, we’re going to stop.’

I manage a nod.

‘And again. One more nod.’

I give it.

He keeps his hand on my throat, applying pressure for a few seconds, then lets go.

Pressure. Release. Pressure. Release.

Cyrus leans over me and forces his thumb into my mouth.

‘Suck it. Make it wet,’ he orders.

My tongue swirls around it. He leans back.

‘I fucking love this sweet, shy and forbidden little hole,’ he admires.

I whimper as Cyrus eases a thumb into my arse and slowly fucks me with it.

I feel that pressure as I have never felt before.

‘W-wings…’ I manage to breathe.

‘What?’ Reid asks.

‘Wings!’ I say, a little firmer. They erupt from my back in a violent whoosh and stretch wide. The razor-sharp feather warming in the humid air before becoming soft and vibrating.

‘Can we touch them?’ I hear Cyrus ask through my euphoric fog.

I nod.

They touch my feathers. They’re so fucking sensitive as they run their fingers over their surface, muttering words of admiration.

Reid kisses me deeply. I can’t focus. Every sense is on fire. Every cell.

‘I’m… I’m…’ I don’t have words fit for purpose. There are no words.

How much time passes like this, I couldn’t say.

‘Fuck,’ Cyrus groans. ‘I’m ready. Reid, man, you there yet?’

‘Almost,’ he breathes, firming his grip around my throat, cutting off the blood flow and making me dizzy. He grunts, driving himself into me harder and harder. His tongue flicks and teases mine.

Cyrus starts to swear, smacking my arse again and again and again.

‘You’re never leaving us,’ Reid warns. ‘You’re ours until the day we all fucking die. I will burn everything to hell if I lose you again, Raven Rivers. I will destroy the universe out of sheer fucking spite. Do you hear that?’

I can’t breathe. I can’t talk.

‘We love you. And you will love us. Forever. Even death couldn’t keep us apart.’

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