Chapter 122: 122. Sweet Dreams II
Maisie
"You," I said to them. "I always dream about you."
Soren leaned back in the chair, waiting, but drunk as I was on the pheromones in the air, I couldn’t bring myself to speak the atrocious words. Understanding that that was all I would ever give them, Soren relented.
He pulled his own cock free, the movement managing to still be graceful for something so filthy, and my mouth and insides watered at the sight of him, curved slightly toward his belly.
His head rested back against the chair. "Two fingers," he rasped. "Push them inside. Let us see you fuck yourself." He wrapped his hand around himself and squeezed. "Please, love."
I slid two fingers into my entrance.
The sound that escaped my throat wasn’t quite moan. It was wetter than that. Needier. My inner walls gripped my fingers greedily, so slick that my fingers moved easily, squelching as I pumped them deeper.
"That’s it. Exactly how I taught you," Quinlan said with a gentleness that made me shiver. His hand had moved to his belt. He was undoing it slowly, the leather sliding through the buckle with a sound that went straight to my clit. "Hook them in."
I obeyed without thought, my fingers pumping frantically, my palm grinding against my clit with every thrust. And when I hooked them, I cried out.
Oh god.
"She likes that," Mercer hissed. His eyes were flashing like he couldn’t decide which he wanted to be. Man. Beast. Man. He’d taken himself out too and I moaned as he stroked, his hips bucking into his fist. "Do that again."
I did. My wrist worked faster, fingers curling to hit a spot that made sparks shoot behind my eyes. My other hand flew to my breast, kneading, pinching my nipple until the pain blurred into pleasure. I was gasping, her thighs trembling, and the wet rhythmic sounds of stroking flesh and suction filled the room.
My breasts swung with the motion, and I caught myself wishing someone was there to suck them, to bite them, nip them.
"Good girl," Quinlan praised, grunting harshly as he thrusted into his hand. I was so entranced, watching the movement of his tip disappearing into the circle of his fist and thrusting back out that I barely heard his next words. "Now add another finger."
Three fingers. The stretch made me sob. My inner walls resisted for a moment, the muscles fluttering, and then yielded. I was so full. Not full enough. Not even close to full enough.
My gaze found them. Mercer’s near manic expression and the flare of his nostrils. Soren’s serene look and wild eyes. The merciless darkness in Quinlan’s eyes. Jericho’s lost expression as he watched my fingers push in and out of me. And my gaze went lower. In that same order. Jericho was the largest and my insides clamped tight as I imagined being impaled with him again. I imagined Soren’s facade cracking, watching him lose himself inside me. And Quinlan... goddess, I wanted to see all of him, all of that demon he trapped underneath that false look of calmness. I wanted his fingers around my throat, bruising my skin, my wrists as he ruined me. I wanted Mercer to fuck me with all that rage he kept inside. I wanted him to rid the fear that he would—could—hurt me, and come at me with everything. My vision tunneled on the pre-cum dripping from Mercer’s tip to the floor and I whimpered.
"She wants it," Soren said. He was breathing hard, his fist moving in short, tight strokes. "She wants us to fill her up, don’t you, Adams? Every hole. Every inch."
"Yes," I heard herself gasp. "Yes. Yes, please."
"Quinn," Soren said, and Quinn pushed off the wall. In a split second, he’d pulled me off the bed and onto my knees.
I’d never seen his eyes so black. He spoke, but the words came out jumbled. Then he shook his head, letting out a surprised laugh as he gripped my chin harshly, pushing his thumb into my mouth. "You want to suck my cock, cherie?"
I nodded, tongue swirling over his thumb. He hissed sharply, and gripped my hair harshly.
And without another thought, I lifted my head and took him in my mouth.
The taste of him exploded on my tongue. Salty, bitter, that faint sweetness that was just Quinlan. I licked and he swore again in a different language, fisting my hair so tight that I winced.
He paused. "Did that hurt?"
I managed a nod.
"Fuck, I’m sorry sweetheart," he groaned, loosening his grip on my hair, and he pulled me so close, I felt him in my throat.
"Oui. Take it. Take all of it." He petted my hair, my faced, cupped me softly. His fingers were trembling. From restraint. He was holding back.
I sucked hard, and accidentally scraped my teeth along his vein.
It must’ve have hurt.
But it did something to Quinlan. And I watched him unravel from beneath my lashes. He grew impossibly harder. His eyes went dark and his face went blank.
And he started to move. Back and forth. Hard. So hard, I knew the only reason I hadn’t shattered was because I was no longer as breakable as I used to be.
Watching Quinlan come apart was visionary. It was like watching him shed an outer layer of himself, an illusion. I barely noticed anything else in my peripheral, or the heightened frenzy in the room as he fucked my mouth with such reckless abandon.
I gagged, drool pooling at the corners of my mouth. It was harder than I’d ever been handled, but heat seared between my legs. And my fingers followed it, pushing inside me.
Soren’s sharp eyes fixed on my face. I heard Jericho’s ragged pant, and Mercer’s rough growl as he jerked even harder.
Quinlan smacked his fingers against my cheek lightly. "Eyes up here, Cherie. Look at me while I fuck you."
I spasmed against my fingers and I cried out as I peaked so hard, my body jerked forward, taking Quinlan in a length too deep for my throat. And instinctively, my teeth sank into his flesh.
He threw his head back and roared. And thick bursts of warmth spilled down my throat too fast to take in.
I gagged again, but Quinlan leaned over, his fingers wrapping around my neck, thumb caressing outside my throat where he was lodged in so deep, he could probably feel it. "Swallow." His voice shook. "Every drop. I want to feel your throat work."
He gave me no other alternative. It was either swallow or choke on it, and I did.
