Page 90 of Lady of Darkness
Theo stands in front of me, reaching down and running a hand through my hair as I moan.
I unbuckle his jeans with shaking hands, taking the head of his cock into my mouth with gusto.
“Fuck,” he hisses. His cock bounces against the roof of my mouth as I play with his balls. “Keep going, baby.”
I move my mouth up and down his shaft, stroking his length with one hand, and cupping his balls with the other. He jerks when I hollow my cheeks, moaning against his tight skin as Sterling flicks his tongue hard and fast against my clit.
“That’s it,” Theo purrs, gripping my hair harder as he starts to fuck my mouth.
With a deep groan, He impales my throat. I gag a few times, but I squeeze my eyes shut as he plunges his hips forward. I open as wide as I can, taking him into the back of my throat as flashes of another orgasm work from my core, tingling through my limbs. He fists my hair tighter, driving into my throat relentlessly as Sterling brings me to the precipice. I jerk my hips as he flattens his tongue against my engorged bud, and suddenly I’m spiraling down into an intense release. One that has me moaning and whimpering around Theo’s length. Sterling moves his tongue up and down my entire slit languidly as I jerk and tremble above, never stopping.
“Swallow my come,” Theo commands, which only spurs me on. I continue riding Sterling’s face as Theo’s cock bobs inside of me. I feel his balls tighten and then he pulls me all the way onto his cock, holding me there as he empties himself. I groan and gag as another orgasm flares through me unexpectedly.
My toes curl and I grip Theo’s ass as I ride wave after wave of my climax on Sterling’s face. I swallow every hot jet of come Theo shoots down my throat, and when he finishes, he leans down and kisses the top of my head.
I lick my lips as Sterling moves me down his body, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance before he pulls me down onto him roughly.
I cry out and arch my back as he slams into me.
“It’s so fucking hot to make you come while you’re blowing Wolf,” he growls. The force of his hands moving me on top of him creates a slapping sound, and I roll my hips every time he pulls me down so that he gets maximum friction. “Oh, fuck yes,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Come on, baby.” He works himself faster as I whimper. “Come for me one more time. I want to feel your pussy ripple around my cock as I stuff you full of my seed.”
“Fuck yes,” I whisper, grabbing his hands for leverage as I lace my fingers with his.
I move my hips as the sounds get wetter, and then he thrusts up to meet my movements. Spiraling into another orgasm, my whole body pulses with pleasure. I feel Sterling hold me down on his cock as he spills inside of me, and my eyes flutter closed as he finishes. I’m panting when his hands rove up to my stomach, carefully caressing me.
“Jesus Christ,” he says, using one hand to rub his face. The other grips onto my flesh like he doesn’t want to let go. “Sex with you is like an addiction.”
I take a steadying breath before I feel Alaric help me up. “You think one orgasm is addicting? Try four,” I retort.
Alaric pats my bare ass as he lifts one of my legs and cleans me up with a warm rag.
“Poor you,” he murmurs, discarding the cloth and wrapping a large towel around my body. “The heating is on the fritz,” he explains. “I don’t want you to be cold.”
It’s then that I realize we’re all covered with black paint. It’s on my legs, my arms, and probably my hair. Gideon is wiping himself with a towel, and the others have it all over their hands and faces.
“That’s one way to break in my new studio,” I say, smiling as I watch them.
It suddenly hits me–the words Sterling spoke to me the first night we met.
Don’t be scared, little monster. You’ve just inherited a whole goddamn family. Your blood runs black, just like ours. Welcome to the Lords of Darkness, Lady Blackwell.
I swallow as emotion after emotion overwhelms me.
Love.
Longing.
Adoration.
I pull the towel tighter around myself, willing myself not to cry, not to get all sentimental about the metaphor of us allactuallybeing covered in black paint.
“It’s a good thing I had the foresight to install a shower,” Alaric muses, walking over to a door near the back wall. He unbuttons his shirt and cocks his head as he places the stained shirt neatly over one of the tables. “Care to clean up with me?” His eyes rove to the others, and we all follow him into the bathroom.
There’s a massive shower with flagstone floors and stone walls. It’s new, which means he had it renovated, just like the rest of the studio. As he takes a handful of shampoo and begins to work it through my hair, I feel Sterling soaping up my body from behind.
“Thank you,” I say quietly, looking up into Alaric’s eyes before glancing at the others. “For this. For all of it. For everything.”
Gideon chuckles as he runs a bar of soap over his body. “Are you still glad we broke into your room that night?”
