Page 67 of A Curse So Cruel

“Tell me to stop and I will,”he murmurs in my ear as his fingers fill me, pushing against my inner walls as he works them in and out. My breathing grows more rapid, and he holds me still with his other hand.

“Don’t stop,”I rasp. His fingers drive me wild, and even if I was still on my deathbed, I wouldn’t stop him. Tipping my headback, I lean against his hard body as he moves his fingers faster, all while the hooded figure watches us from the forest below.

I pant as I squirm against Thane, and when he pulls his fingers out, I have to stop myself from whimpering. Twisting my head to the side, I look up as he lifts his fingers to his lips and slides them into his mouth. At my taste, his face doesn’t just go feral. His expression is carnal, and I gasp as he whips me around to face him, leaning down with his hot breath on my cheeks.

“So, what’s the verdict? What have you decided…daddy?”I ask, mocking him with the nickname. I already know what this is—a test, for him to figure out what I am.

“I told you not to call me that,”he growls, and he lifts me, depositing me onto the windowsill, and kneeling between my thighs.

I barely hold in my cry as his hot tongue slides along my center, and I press my back against the window, reaching forward and digging my fingers into his hair.

He sucks on my clit, fucking me relentlessly with his fingers until I’m on the edge of release before he finally pulls back again, his eyes hooded with desire.

I pant, frustrated.“You still haven’t told me what you think?”I say, breathlessly. I mean, it sure feels like he’s enjoying this, but who knows what’s really going on in his head.

He blinks slowly, his pupils dilated like he’s intoxicated.“I think…you taste like surrender,”he growls low, and the need in his voice makes my heart squeeze.

“Surrender?”My breathing stops.

“Yes. Because you will be the one that destroys us. And even knowing that…I can’t help myself.”His mouth dives between my legs again like the man is ravenous, and when his fingers thrust back into my pussy, his teeth scratching against my clit, I fight not to cry out as an orgasm rips through me. My stomachclenches, but any pain is easily dwarfed by the pleasure. Wave upon wave of ecstasy rolls through me until I’m shuddering.

Thane moves reluctantly from between my legs, and he looks out of the window, before lifting me into his arms and carrying me into the next room, softly closing the door behind us.

Chapter Thirty

~ Shade ~

I’m lounging on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate in my hands, when the door to Thane’s bedroom bursts open. Galen and Raith fight each other to get through the doorway, but it’s Galen who wins, managing to glide through before his friend.

I smother my smile, hiding my face behind my mug as Thane looks disapprovingly at them.

“You’re awake?” Galen drawls, straightening the collar of his shirt and smoothing his hands over the fabric.

“You promised you’d wake us,” Raith grumbles, and even though he’s obviously talking to Thane, he never takes his eyes off me.

Both Galen and Raith stalk over, and the couch sags as they take a seat on either side of me. With only a little encouragement from them, somehow, I end up on Galen’s lap, and my legs draped over Raith’s thighs. I laugh, holding up my mug as the milk sloshes, and Galen plucks it from my hands taking a sip.

“Hey, get your own!” I protest, trying to grab it back, but Galen holds it out of my reach with his ridiculously long arms.

His lips quirk up as a mischievous glint touches his eyes. “And what will you give me for it?”

My mouth drops open, but before I can slap him, Thane walks over, casually taking it from Galen’s hand and passing it back to me.

“She hasn’t eaten in days,” he growls, staring the other two down like he’s ready to discipline them if need be. “Let the girl have her drink.”

I grin, muttering a ‘thank you’ as I take a large gulp, just in case Galen tries to snatch it again. It burns as it goes down, but I don’t care. The melted chocolate is heaven in my mouth.

Galen narrows his eyes at Thane, the corner of his lip curving. “So, going by the way I can smell her on you, I trust you also believe she’s ours now?”

Raith chuckles as he strokes his large hands up and down my legs. “You can see it in his eyes,” he teases. “He’s entered protective mode. Yeah, he fuckin’ tasted her.”

Galen hums. “Tell us, treasure, has he been fussing over you the whole time while we slept?” He strokes his slender fingers down the side of my cheek, brushing my hair behind my ear.

I shiver. Gosh, these men are too damn much, and I try not to think about how badly I want them. Instead, I focus on drinking my hot chocolate, though it no longer tastes sweet in my mouth. Not in comparison to what they would taste like.

I suck in a breath, realizing Galen is expecting a response. “Actually,” I reply with a frown, “hehasbeen feeding me for the past hour.” From the moment Thane brought me into the living room, he’s been constantly asking me how I am and offering me all kinds of food. I’m at the point that if I have anything else to eat after this hot chocolate, I might just throw it all back up.

Thane’s jaw hardens. “She needs to rebuild her strength,” he defends.