“Don’t get cocky, you posh fucker. We still have five minutes left. Plenty of time to get my maus to moan nothing but my name,” Phillip clapped back, slipping his thumb into my mouth again.
The head of his cock pressed against my clit. When it nearly slipped inside of me, I’d given up trying to stop myself and moaned his name.
I unraveled as they touched me everywhere, sucking, kissing, pressing, but never giving me what I wanted. I couldn’t count how many times I said their names, and after ten minutes, I didn’t care who fucked me or how it was done as long as it happened.
I was groaning and panting between them, the hot water enveloping the room in steam. “Just fuck me already,” I demanded between gasps and whispered curses.
“Guess it’s my win, mate. Too bad,” Phillip murmured before leading me into the water’s spray. “Let’s give our girl what she wants, yeah?”
Sloan crowded my back, and Phillip stole all the space in front of me.
“I’ve never denied her anything, and I’m not about to start now,” Sloan replied, his husky rumble going straight between my legs.
Phillip lifted me under my thighs and teased the tip of his cock across my wet opening. Sloan wrapped my hair around his hand and positioned himself at my ass’s entrance. It was a collective groan when they both entered me. I’d never felt so full and overwhelmed, but my body accepted every inch of them with a greediness only my head and heart could match.
Their thrusts were staggered but in sync. No mercy, just never-ending pleasure. One of my arms was wrapped around Phillip’s shoulders, while the other clung to the back of Sloan’s head. Between kissing them and groaning their names, it was pure euphoria. I’d missed every part of them, and this was no exception. Given it at the same time only made it that much more satisfying.
Guess Aram was right. I was greedy.
The tension between my hips snapped out of nowhere, and I came so hard it took out my vision for several seconds. But they didn’t stop. I was taken down to all fours. Sloan’s hips lunged forward, and he buried himself inside my pussy, fucking me like he never intended to stop.
My mouth opened to moan, but Phillip’s cock was already positioned and thrusting in. I swallowed the length of him with a thunderous sound. It was a perfect revenge. His groan was absolutely feral as the vibration continued in my throat, taking him in deep enough to make him regret it.
One of the benefits of being a genetic monster was I didn’t need to breathe so taking his length without rest and the strength of a vampire meant he wouldn’t last long. Not even theGreat Phillip was spared my devil throat, and he knew it better than anyone.
“Ah, fuck, V,” he growled, attempting to slow his descent into the tightness but failing miserably.
I constricted around Sloan’s cock and made him shudder.
“Bloody hell,” the pretty Brit cursed.
I might be on my knees, but I took control the best way I knew how. I swallowed their cocks and squeezed their release from them without their permission. I punished them for thinking they had any power over me. The hot coat of liquid down my throat was joined by the warm feeling of Sloan’s cum inside me.
My mischievous eyes rose to meet Phillip’s, his chest rising and falling with visible distress. “Well played, maus. I’m no match for that saucy mouth of yours.”
I grinned as Sloan struggled to come off his high, his shaft still pulsing inside me. “Fucking hell, you’ve never done that to me before, darling.”
“I haven’t needed to be a brat with you.” I threw a wink over my shoulder at him. “Things end the way I want them to.”
“But you forget,” Phillip went on, drawing my eyes back up to his feral grin, “I like to clean you before I dirty you. We’re far from done, lass. It was my win.”
I was on my feet and lathered by two pairs of hands, no longer smug and in for a long sleepless night.
Chapter 22
Motivating My Darling
Cassius
Setting aside my pride for my darling girl was one of the more difficult things I’d done over my long existence, but it was worth the smile on her face. It was worth the relief and joy that filtered through our connection all night long. Those filthy brutes might not deserve her, but they did make her happy.
I’d been rather uncomfortable with the notion of sharing V, and still was if I were honest with myself, especially with this hotchpotch group of barbarians, but the bond had settled some of my anxiety where the others were concerned. She and I were bound together forever no matter how they felt about it.
But I must admit, their willingness to do whatever it took to find and protect her was all that mattered in the coming days. V needed everyone she cared about, that she was determined to protect, in her corner to combat the bond with Aram. Because what Jo and the others didn’t know was I sensed the strength and influence of it on her. Sensed her weakening will and fascination with Aram.
She didn’t know the Nether Royals like the devil woman and I did. She didn’t know what lengths Aram had gone to in order to secure his hold over the realm, who he’d destroyed, what communities he eviscerated to hold dominion over everything and everyone, and that it was likely his portal her two Hunters entered to get here.
I hadn’t been able to confirm any of my theories until Phillip and Sloan came through a portal despite Lyra’s block on realm travel, but now I was certain—the Organization was created and run by the Nether Royals. Lyra’s capture and imprisonment wouldn’t have been accomplished any other way. Only they had the power to do it. Aram, Rayis, and Dagon were no doubt the reason V existed at all, and I could only fathom their true agenda behind hybrid creation.
