Page 144 of Veil of Blood and Bone

Helene twists her head to take him in. Pleasure fogs those pretty hazel eyes.

Wren chuckles, sliding out of her until only the head of his cock remains inside. Then he plunges into her again with even strokes designed to keep her on the edge when she wants it rough.

It’s always on his terms.

“Go ahead. Touch him. Feel how the three of us work you so well,” he urges. “How good we make you feel. How good you feel to us.”

I know the flutters of her cunt around his cock vibrate through her as she sucks me down and salivates along my length.

Forest steps up to the bed as Helene reaches out for him. His size dwarfs her hand.

And there, on the underside of her wrist. Three pale, solid lines.

Her scar.

The same scar…

She caresses her palm along the length of his hardness, working him from base to dripping tip. Fisting him. Drawing a moan that works his throat.

Forest throws his head back and arches his hips in time with her strokes.

I swallow my bloodlust down. Wedge it into a tiny gem and pretend it’s locked away in a vault where not even light reaches it.

If only the mental exercises were enough to rid the watering in my mouth.

I grind my teeth, the prick of my fangs piercing my lower lip.

Wren sinks deeper into her with both hands and his shadows steadying her, baring her wide open for us, wrapping around her neck.

Exhilaration gathers in the base of my spine and Helene glances my way, her eyes holding mine.

She’s the gravitational pull none of us can escape.

I swallow hard and arch closer, a guttural laugh clawing its way free. “It’s fitting for you to be on your knees for us. Ready to be ruined the same way you’ve ruined us. Now grab hold of something and be a good girl while we destroy you.”

She blushes, and the crimson creeps down from her cheeks and across her chest.

Wren’s eyes drift close as he finds heaven inside of her and another harsh, unsteady breath fills my lungs to capacity.

Another moment denied, another opportunity to savor the anticipation of this and to gather my control.

Helene rips Forest tightly, her nails digging into his skin although he hasn’t said a word to her. Hasn’t mentioned how he loves suffering with his satisfaction.

She wants this as badly as we do. Needs it.

“Please,” she grunts through thrusts, watching me, forming words around my girth. “Damn, please.”

Her whimper works free, and I snap, the restraint I’ve been struggling for now out of breach. My attention narrows on her mouth and the dart of her tongue. Wren sinks deeper and Forest’s long exhalation of pleasure raises goosebumps across his chest.

I grab her hair, threading the strands through my finger. I want her pussy grinding into my face again, but this is fantastic.

With my opposite hand, I tilt her face up, brushing my thumb across her lower lip. “Take it all, Ruin.”

She does as she’s told.

Her mouth is painful perfection. I tighten my fist, tugging her hair, working her head to slide deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She gags around my length, and I hold still, waiting for tears, waiting for a plea. She takes my cock like a champ, and when I tug free, she gasps for air.

I push into her again.