I have to actively hold back a groan each time.
“Is that true?” Alexander asks, his cheeks pink from exertion. He pulls Astern’s hair harder. “Are you just everyone’s dirty little cum dumpster, then?”
She whimpers and nods. “Yes.”
Alexander growls in response. “Except you’re not everyone’s, are you? You’reours.”
Astern shatters on his cock then, her eyes squeezing shut as small, satisfied noises escape her mouth in tiny puffs of air.
“That’s it,” Otto says, moving around to face Astern. “Sit up and open your mouth, my little harlot.”
She stands on her knees and Alexander moves closer to her so that her back is pressed against his chest. He continues to fuck her in the tub as Otto moves to the edge, and when Astern opens her mouth, he grunts.
“You love choking on my cock, don’t you?”
She mutters something around his cock, and he places one hand on the back of her head.
“Swallow.”
She groans at the same time he does, and I watch as her throat bobs repeatedly around his cock. I can’t hold back anylonger. As I close my eyes, I imagine it’s Astern’s warm little mouth pulling the cum out of me, and I explode all over the wall of Alexander’s bedroom. My hips stutter and my cock pulses out the most intense orgasm of my life at the same time Astern comes again.
This time, Alexander comes with her.
“Oh fuck,” he mutters, his mouth dragging over her shoulder as he comes inside of her.
Watching everything unfold extends my orgasm, and I recover slowly as I’m leaning against the wall.
Otto kisses Astern, and Alexander runs his hands over her tits, rubbing Max’s cum into her skin.
I quickly remove my shirt and clean up my mess. The last thing I need is for them to discover I was here. As I walk out of the bedroom, I can’t help but feel like perhaps I’d just crossed a line.
There would be no going back now, and I could either accept it–acceptthem–or be left behind in the shadows of this bedroom forever.
CHAPTER 24
Astern
“Your first kill,” Alaric tells me, pressing the hilt of the knife into my hand.
My heart is pounding and my palms are sweating. I wipe them on my jeans and take the knife from him, settling my fingers around the ivory and gripping it firmly. As Alaric steps back, he removes the bag from the man’s head and I stumble back as the blood drains from my face.
“What the fuck is this?” the man asks, his blue eyes flicking wildly across my face. “You,” he seethes. “Listen, if I’m here because of what happened–”
“How did you find him?” I breathe out. My heart is pounding so hard that the hilt of the knife is pulsing, and I can’t seem to get the words out of my mouth properly.
“Is that really your first question?” Alaric drawls, smirking.
I huff out a nervous laugh. “No. That was a foolish question. Of course you found him.”
“Who is he?” Lachlan asks from behind me.
Alaric raises his brows, and I take a steadying breath before answering, looking at Lachlan over my shoulder.
I don’t know what changed after last night, but he’s been acting differently today. After waking up in Alex’s bed–cuddled up with him on one side and Otto on the other–Lachlan sat down next to me at breakfast and asked questions about my life, like he was interested.
Like hecared.
“The hostel owner. The one who never made me pay him cash.”
