Page 63 of Mortal Desires

“Come for me again,” he whispered between my puffy lips.

I gripped the stomach of the Vicious under me, my nails scraping his skin. “You first.”

He smirked at me and fed me his cock again. The three of them worked harder and drove harder into me. There was a hand circling my clit and palms over my nipples.

I heard his sharp laugh, his groan of want, and his hisses. I sucked his cock like my life depended on it, bouncing on him like it was my calling.

“Stubborn witch.” The one who I blew said while he twisted my nipple. “That’s why you’re mine.”

I was, wasn’t I?

I was his by marriage and by the laws of the universe. His because the fates allowed me to. His because my lineage intervened.

I was his.

The heat unfurled from my belly. I squeezed his cock with my pussy and the climax flowed out of me in waves. I threw my head back, letting go of his cock but he was coming with me, his seed spraying all over my chest. I felt the other two come at the same time. I felt dizzy with the power of it. I felt like our union shook the walls of that very palace.

When I opened my eyes again there was only one Vic, the one under me. He sat up, taking me in his arms, kissing me slowly and possessively.

“I need to knot you soon,” He groaned between my lips.

“Why didn’t you?” I challenged him, feeling that he was still hard inside me.

“How much cock do you think you can take, witch?”

My shy giggle turned into a full belly laugh, making a loud and raspy sound around his throne room. He smiled at me again, that genuine smile, the one that made those lines crinkle beside his eyes.

I reached for his face, lost in the moment. Lost in him. My hand grazed his smiling mouth and he rasped, “Little witch…” between my fingers.

The wave of affection I felt for my husband at that moment was the most powerful feeling I had ever felt in my life. Words escaped me and my hand flew to my chest feeling warmth on my skin.

Vicious looked serious, his eyes patient while I struggled with my emotions. I swallowed and lowered my hand. Heat consumed my body and quickly turned into pain like hot lava washing over my skin.

I called his name from my parched lips, and he simply nodded, holding me to him not worried at all.

“Wh—What’s happening?” I tried to talk but the burning was too intense.

“It’s ok. You’re safe,” he reassured me but my eyes were tearing up. Vicious wiped the tears with his thumbs. Quietly, he waited, just looking into my eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for, but I waited too.

A minute later, the pain started dissipating slowly, like a river flowing. It was gone before I could understand what happened.

“Look down,” Vicious whispered.

Confused, I followed his instructions, looking down between my breasts to find a massive tattoo burned into my skin. Blood still dripped from it, but I no longer felt the pain. My hand touched it to find it warm. I couldn’t form words.

Beautifully positioned between my breasts rested a black snake like the ones he conjured before. It sat on my skin like it could move, the tail reaching down to my belly button while the triangular head sat comfortably between my breasts.

“You did this?”

He shook his head, awe in his expression. He dipped his thumb in my blood and sucked it between his lips, humming in pleasure.

“You belong to the underworld now,” he said simply.

I arched an eyebrow. “I thought we needed one last ritual.”

With everything that happened, I never asked what to expect from the last ritual, and now I faced the snake there, marked on my skin forever.

His thumb caressed my newly marked skin. “True loyalty can’t be forced.”

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