Page 150 of Veil of Blood and Bone

“No one is going to hurt you.”

Her desires are pure sin. Will we use her within an inch of her life? Without question. Will she accept three massive, brutish men at the same time? Oh yes.

And she’ll love every moment of it.

Every angry, rough, filthy moment of it.

Nicholas grabs her by the waist, drawing her off me with a satisfied growl.

My cock bobs free glistening with her cream.

Helene yelps when he sets her on her knees, maneuvering behind her, covering his body with his tawny skin. A stark contrast to her paleness.

And through it all, Forest has stayed still. Watching, marking us while we’re oblivious to his attention. My shadows thread through the room and bind us.

Let the fucker watch.

Darkness slides over Helene and pools along her spine, her neck, her hair.

They bleed over her breasts, cradling her in my power.

Nicholas tightens his grip on her hips and slides his cock to her slit. Working her without pushing inside.

His hands dig into her softness but there’s no hint of his earlier craze. No indication he’ll lose control and drain her dry.

Forest and I will both monitor him carefully like it’s some unspoken rule and, frankly, an imposition.

I work my erection, squeezing the blunt head while Nicholas takes his sweet time butting against her entrance.

“Ruin.” He grunts out the nickname before slamming home hard enough to send the bed crashing into the wall.

Shadows flow over her chest, down her arms, along her collarbone.

Helene’s eyes roll into her head.

Nicholas slides his hand to the base of her neck and angles her down, her stomach pressing to the sheets and her ass lifted as he pounds into her.

His muscles flex, my shadows twining around them. Forest has the same idea I do. He works himself.

I suck in a sharp hiss when he bottoms out and his fangs puncture his lower lip.

Helene muffles her cries in the blanket, clutching it for dear life while he thrusts into her roughly. My heart hammers out of control. She’s still not begging. She wants it, her face gives her away, but she still won’t say it. She won’t budge an inch, this one.

Her breath quickens. She opens her eyes and meets Forest’s glance, and I’m at the end of my sanity.

“You make the sexiest sounds when you’re being fucked,” Forest says with a groan.

He pushes himself up and angles closer, his cock bobbing in front of her face. I stare at its length, at the power and precision in his muscles. How many years have we done this dance together? I’m the only switch of the group, but these two have been working on their issues.

It’s too soon to play with them and see if they remember the game.

Nicholas drags Helene to him, his head thrown back, musculature flexed. He pushes into her and freezes.

Luckily, Forest grabs her chin at the same moment and lifts it, tapping his finger against her mouth. She glances up as he hoists his cock to her chin and she opens for him. Wrapping those pretty lips around his girth to suck him down deep.

“You are so fucking tight.” The muscles in his neck strain. “Perfect.”

My mouth waters, watching them give off steam. Watching her body be used the way she's been dying for. No one touches her the way we do. Wetness drips down her legs as she comes, the powerful release shuddering through her.