Page 39 of Crucible
She cries and struggles when she tastes my blood, but it only makes me devour her faster. It’s the first of many times that blood will be shed—from both sides, I’m sure.
Aurelia will never know this, but if she’d kept her mouth shut and played the helpless damsel in distress, the worst thing I might have done was toss her out into the snow to die, but she had to go and make herself a challenge.
She had to prove that she could handle us.
We rarely do anything if it’s not unanimous, and now it’s three against one. The way it should be.
Khalil and Seth are still closing in when I finally come up for air and turn her around to face them. She belongs to them, too, and though having to share is a novelty that will take some time to get used to, it already feels natural.
Aurelia pants hard, too focused on catching her breath to notice them, but then she does, her wary gaze bouncing between them when Seth and Khalil block out the rest of the den.
It might be wishful thinking or my imagination amusing itself, but I swear she presses closer to me for protection before remembering I’m her dragon, too, and there are no white knights here.
Aurelia makes a sound of distress. My dick twitches in my sweats, liking the sound, even while her gasps draw my attention over to Khalil.
I give him a less-than-amused look when I see what startled her.
Khalil has already whipped out his cock, stroking the thick length shamelessly with his gaze fixed on Aurelia’s chest, which is half-exposed from her struggles. “You would be the first with your dick out,” I remark wryly.
Without looking away from her breasts, Khalil shrugs. “Show us your tits, Goldilocks.”
Our girl stubbornly remains motionless, so I grab her hands. She growls like a feral cat as I lead them to the top of her dress and force her delicate fingers to curl around the material. Her long, flowing sleeves hang off her shoulders naturally, so there isn’t much holding her dress up except the fragile knot forming a keyhole in her bodice and the silk laces of her corset that are already dangerously loose.
Aurelia’s eyes grow wide with panic when she realizes my intent. “No! Wait.Please!” she begs.
Finally.
Her pleas taste even sweeter than her venom.
Using our combined strength, I force her hands to shove the bodice down. The heavy globes of her perfect tits bounce free, and my balls tighten at the sight of her nipples.
Across from us, Khalil groans, and I see a bead of pre-cum leaking from his tip. Catching the pearly drop before it can spill onto the floor, he uses it to stroke the head.
Seth reaches out a trembling hand to gently thumb one of her dark nipples. His touch is hesitant and testing, his green eyes darting back and forth between Aurelia’s tear-soaked face and her flushed tits to see how she reacts.
Her eyes are firmly closed in a poor attempt to block it out, but the soft sounds she makes give her away. I can’t decide if they’re moans of despair or moans of pleasure. If it’s despair, why try to hide it? I find myself fighting a smile.
She really is too good to be true.
“Seth.” My ears perk at her whisper, and I tear my gaze away from my hand that’s tugging and tweaking her other nipple, covertly showing Seth what to do. Aurelia’s eyes are open again, and she’s staring at him.
“I’ll ride the roller coaster with you,” she blurts, making me pause. “I’ll hold your hand.”
Seth stops mimicking my movements, and his green eyes flare with hope. “You will?”
“Yes.” Aurelia licks her dry lips, which are cracked from the cold and dehydration and swollen from our kisses. “And not just on the rides. I’ll even buy you all the candy apples, churros, and funnel cakes you can stand.”
Seth drops his fucking hand, and my nostrils flare when I realize what Aurelia’s doing.
She’s a cunning little bitch. I’ll give her that.
Aurelia doesn’t mean a word of it, and Seth’s too green to know the difference. Somehow, she’s already picked up on it.
Seth’s development wasn’t so much arrested as it was catapulted. He was born twelve years ago inside the mind of a twenty-two-year-old man with none of the experiences or rights of passage to guide him.
Khalil and I have spent the last decade bringing his most willful alter up to speed with mostly promising results. Some things Seth just knows thanks to Zeke’s memories and sharing his mind, but others he falls woefully short on.
Women and sex primarily.
