Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Blaine’s hand finds its way between our bodies, flicking my nub while slathering my nipples in sweet kisses.
A moan escapes my lips, and Ares thrusts into my mouth, making me gurgle. Tears spring into my eyes as he squeezes my throat while fucking me, feeling himself go down my throat, almost like he savors the power he holds over me.
“Caleb. Blaine. You come on my command,” Ares growls.
As he hits the back of my throat, he remains put. “Hold it.”
Fuck. I can’t breathe.
But Ares’s penetrative stare calms me. “Trust. Me.”
Blaine’s lips cover my nipple, and he nibbles lightly while his fingers slide up and down my slit and roll around my most sensitive spot.
“Now.”
Caleb’s howl and Blaine’s aching moan reverberate through the room, and I can feel them spurt their cum into my ass, pushing me over the edge. I fall apart with them just from the sheer depravity of it all. Right then, Ares arches his back and jets into my throat, forcing me to swallow it all down.
An avalanche of cum has brought me to the highest peak imaginable, and I don’t want to take the journey down. Until I hear Ares’s voice and all I feel is pride. “Five.”
Ares
When Caleb finally pulls out, she slumps over the couch, breathing ragged breaths. I was planning on continuing until she had ten orgasms, but maybe we pushed her too far.
I lift her from Blaine’s face with an arm around her belly and carry her away.
“What the—I can walk, you know,” she says.
“No. You’ve expended enough energy. After today, it’s about time you had a rest,” I respond, setting her on my bed. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“God, I need a chiropractor now. But it was worth it,” Blaine muses as he gets up from the couch.
“It wasn’t your butthole that got stretched to the max.” Caleb grins.
Blaine folds his arms and throws him back a smirk. “Darling, I’d let both of you stretch mine. All you need to do is ask.”
“Really?” Caleb retorts with furrowed brows.
“I’m just saying, my ass is always available, I don’t discriminate what enters.” Blaine raises a brow. “As long as it’s cleaned properly.”
Caleb’s eyes narrow, his lip twitching as his fist hardens. “Are you telling me I’m filthy?”
“You’re a pig, darling,” Blaine says, blowing him an air-kiss. “But a cute one. Like a little piglet. Oink. Oink.”
Caleb’s eyes boil over with rage as he raises his hand, ready to strike. “You motherf—”
“Caleb,” I warn. “Blaine.” Both of them stop whatever they were doing and focus on Crystal, and I can finally see their tenseness relax. “Enough.”
I put Crystal’s head down on my pillow and put the blanket over her, before I press my lips to hers, claiming that sweet, sweet aftertaste of hellish hedonistic enjoyment. And when she kisses me back, my heart almost beats out of my chest.
Kissing her makes me feel like the most powerful man on earth.
Like I could scorch the entire planet just to have her.
When I come back to a stand, my wound cracks open again, and I hiss in pain.
Her eyes shoot up to mine in panic, the kind of panic I haven’t witnessed in anyone else but Caleb, and it makes me pause.
“You’re still hurt,” she says.
“I’m fine,” I say, raising a brow at her. “Now sleep.”
She defiantly crosses her arms on the bed. “I’m fine. I don’t need sleep.”
Parroting me like a kid?
The filthy half smile on her face makes me tilt my head. This little rose is sharpening her thorns, and I’m not sure I entirely loathe it.
“Crystal …” I mutter.
“No.”
“She looks adorable when she thinks she can win this from you,” Blaine murmurs, rubbing his own cheek.
“I’ll go grab the kit,” Caleb says, walking to the cabinet with supplies I keep in my bathroom.
I sigh out loud. “You really don’t have to—”
Crystal suddenly grabs my hand, and my mind goes numb. “Let him help you. Please.”
The way she looks at me has me momentarily stunned.
Caleb sits down behind me on the bed and says, “Sit down, please. I can’t reach the wound if you don’t.”
Grumbling, I do what they want me to, and Caleb unscrews the bottle, dabbing the cotton into the alcohol before shoving it straight into the wound.
The pain doesn’t faze me nearly as much as her warm hand squeezing mine, an unfamiliar feeling rushing to bring life to the shriveled-up heart still miraculously beating behind this rib cage.
“Do you need any help with that, darling?” Blaine asks.
“No, thanks,” Caleb growls back.
Blaine lifts his fingers and makes a claw. “Rawr.”
Caleb sighs behind me. “Can I kill him?”
Crystal snorts and hides her laughter behind her hand.
“No, you cannot,” I reply in all seriousness. “You need him, and he needs you.”
“Don’t be mad at me, darling,” Blaine says, approaching. “I’m just having fun with you.”