Page 12 of All Hallows Trick (Sick and Twisted #3)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CAT

W arning crawled up the back of my neck when Tor told Virgil we had something to do here in Ford’s End, and to pass on that message to Death. Virgil was ready to argue, but shadows swept in around him and carried him away before he could protest. I narrowed my eyes at Tor, shifting my weight, low-level vibrations driving me to damned insanity. It had been doing this for hours, all fucking day.

“You can return, too,” Miz told Madness, pulling me close in a move no one would accuse of being subtle. I tilted my head to give him a murderous glare, mostly because of the vibrations weakening my knees, making me throb over and over in a near-constant edge. His hand splayed across my stomach in return, a little smirk pulling at his mouth. Bastard.

“I think I’ll stay,” Madde replied with a guileless smile. “My lioness might need me.”

Tor snorted. “She’ll be fine. Fuck off home.”

“Aww.” Madde’s blue eyes widened, full of sparkles. A hand fluttered to his chest. “You called my castle home.”

“No, I called the domain—”

Madde threw his arms around Tor and squeezed tight, Tor’s arms trapped at his sides. Madness had the sweetest smile on his face. Tor looked like he was being tortured.

“I’m so happy we became friends,” Madde breathed.

“I wasn’t aware we had,” Tor grunted, trying to extricate himself. I laughed, drawing Madde’s attention long enough for Tor to escape, but my amusement turned to the hot-cold shudder of warning when Tor’s eyes narrowed. He gave Miz a quick look and I nearly cried out when vibrations tore through me, the intensity so much higher. Oh, god. Oh, fuck, it felt so good. My breathing began to break apart, my pussy spasming around the toy. I was so sensitive after the way I’d been tortured, it didn’t take much to push me to the edge.

I clenched my jaw, muffling my scream when the vibrations abruptly shut off, leaving me shaking in Miz’s arms, so, so close. Tears of frustration lined my eyes and I struggled in his hold, ready to murder him when he caught my wrists to stop me touching myself. I was frantic, so fucking desperate to come that it didn’t matter that we were still on Ford’s campus near the library, or that anyone could happen across us. I was dying on the edge of climax, driven to gasping, whining insanity.

“That last one might have been one too far,” Tor commented, coming closer. “Behind that building, now. And you —you can watch but no fucking touching.”

“Yessir,” Madde agreed, drawing my attention just in time to see him give Tor a salute.

My pussy squeezed desperately, the denial painful this time. I throbbed but not with pleasure, and my clit was so swollen, so needy, that when Miz swept me into his arms and my legs shifted, the pressure made my eyes burn.

“Please let me come,” I gasped against his neck as he carried me off the path. “Please, Miz.”

“Not yet,” he replied in the hard voice that gave me shivers. My back arched, my body out of my control.

“I hate you.”

His laugh was cruel. “You won’t hate me when you come so hard your eyes roll back and your whole body shakes.”

My whole body was shaking now, wound tight, trembling, my need like a disease inside me. I didn’t feel the chill in the air, barely even saw our surroundings as Miz carried me, every movement making me ache and squirm and plead. I’d never been this desperate before, and I’d known desperation. But having this damn toy inside me, turning on at their whim, determined to kill me with constant low stimulation and sudden spikes of Heaven and Hell… I hated it. Loved it. Needed more.

“Miz,” I pleaded, digging my fingernails into the back of his neck. “Miz, please.”

“God, I love it when you beg,” he groaned. “Keep begging for me, my universe.”

“Please,” I breathed instantly, a cool rush of shivers going down my spine when Miz set me suddenly on my feet, pressing me into a cold brick wall. “Please, please, I need to come.”

His palm slid along my jaw, gold eyes gentle on my face. “And what will you do for me if I make you come?”

“Anything,” I blurted. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

Tor groaned, the reminder of his presence of the sheer sexiness of the sound making my body hotter. Misery only smiled, the mean smile I hated and loved in equal measure settling over his beautiful face, tightening his skin over his cheekbones, hooking deep into his mouth, sharpening his eyes into something that could cut me. I arched against the wall, my nipples hard and sensitive.

“That’s my girl,” Miz said with cocky satisfaction. “So fucking needy she’ll do anything. Not a thought or worry in your head except this.” My head fell back against the wall when his hand cupped between my legs. “You don’t need to think, do you, my slut? What would you do with silly little thoughts when you love being my mindless toy?”

I was going to claw my way out of my skin, my whole body alive with need and frantic arousal. I arched against the wall, my body possessed, his touch driving me to ruin. And he was barely touching me, his hand doing nothing but cupping my pussy.

He took his phone from his pocket, showing me a screen I didn’t have the brain power left to comprehend. “How badly do you want to come, Cat?”

“So badly,” I cried, my inner muscles clamping around the toy, little frissons of sensation moving through them even with the vibrations turned off. “Please. I need it so badly.”

“Then you’d better beg Tor, my little slut.”

I choked back a whimper when he handed the phone to Tor who stepped closer, his attention fixed on me like a laser, nothing but hunger in those eyes when I met them. “Tor, I need—please. Please let me come. I can’t—” My hips jerked, anticipating more vibrations, more Heaven, more Hell. “I can’t take it anymore. Please.” I barely knew what I was saying. “I’ll do anything. I’ll give you anything. I’ll be good, I promise, just please let me come.”

“You beg so fucking prettily.” Tor sighed, never taking his eyes off me. Possessiveness shone a shade darker within them. “How could I ever deny you after such a pretty speech?”

I shook as he walked closer, the presence of both of them like a drug, making my head spin. His hand slid into my hair, the sensation of fingers caressing my scalp making my back arch, every part of me sensitive, too sensitive. Another whimper escaped when he kissed me, rough and deep and so fast, growling, so I could only tremble and let him take what he wanted.

When the vibrator turned on, I screamed into his mouth, rapid breaths turning to ragged gasps as the toy unleashed itself on my pussy at the same time Tor sucked on my tongue.

“Better keep quiet unless you want someone to hear you and find us,” Miz remarked in that dark, dominant voice that made my blood burn. “Unless that’s what you want, dirty girl. Do you want the whole school to see what a needy whore you are for your husbands?”

So close, so so close. My hips jerked over and over, my head spinning. At some point I closed my eyes, the onslaught of sensations too much. When Tor turned the toy onto its highest setting, I was gone, broken, collapsing into sobs and shards and stuttered heartbeats.

Someone held me up; I didn’t know who. My knees weakened, my pussy clamped around the vibrator over and over. The pressure of Miz’s hand cupped me, brushing my clit, prolonging my orgasm until my toes curled, my mouth hung open, and electricity charged through my body in an endless wave.

My legs were shaking when I crashed back into my own body, the orgasm releasing me after long, long seconds when the vibrations ended. Or was it minutes?

Oh god, we were outside, against the side of the library. Anyone could have seen us, could have—

Miz’s hand moved from my pussy over my clothes to my neck, wrapping around my throat, pinning me to the wall. My stomach tangled at the look in his eyes, nothing but commanding obsession.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Tor groaned, his lips swollen when he drew back, leaving me breathless and ravaged.

Miz looked from me to Tor, his expression hard. “Again.”

A slow smile bloomed on Tor’s mouth; he stroked a hand down my hip. I was still wearing my coat for god’s sake, and they’d reduced me to a trembling mess. Cold air swirled against my too-hot face, but the rest of me was modestly covered. I felt naked. Raw. My knees were still weak.

“No,” I tried to protest, but when Tor switched the toy back on, far, far above its lowest setting, the moan that left my throat and the way my eyes rolled back undermined my protest a little. But fuck. My pussy was oversensitive and the vibrations felt so, so unfathomably good. My eyelids grew heavy over my eyes, my boobs so heavy, aching to be touched.

“Higher,” Miz said coolly. “And keep it there.”

“Who’s in charge of this damn app?” Tor muttered.

“I am,” Miz replied, whip-hard, domineering. My back arched off the wall, my neck pinned there by his hand on my throat.

“Control freak,” Tor said under his breath, but he followed Miz’s commands, ripping a shriek from my throat at the sudden assault of sensation.

Oh, god. Oh, no. It was too much, too fast. I couldn’t come so soon, I couldn’t—

“Again,” Miz commanded, his eyes fixed on me, something dark in his expression that made my heart skip.

“I can’t,” I rasped.

His fingers tightened around my throat. “Again.”

Like my body obeyed him instead of me, the second climax erupted like an explosion, making my thighs shake violently, my pussy and ass clenching hard.

“So fucking beautiful,” Tor sighed, kisses finding my cheek, travelling down my neck, over Miz’s fingers, to my collarbone. I jumped when his hands slipped under my shirt to cover my boobs, thumbs stroking loving circles around my nipples, drawing deeper moans from me. I tried to keep the noises trapped but it was a losing battle.

I slumped into the wall, exhaling a long breath as the orgasm left my body limp. And only then did I realise when Miz said higher—and keep it there he meant keep it there.

My eyes flew to his, pleading with cold, hard gold. “Miz, I—”

“You begged me to come, Cat,” he cut in, his face so close to mine that his lips brushed mine with every word. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to bite his face off. “Weren’t you begging me only minutes ago?”

“Yes, but—”

“There, see. Yes. Even you agree.”

“It’s too much,” I complained, my voice breathy. The vibrations didn’t even dim, still at the highest setting, making my legs shake all over again.

“It’s too much, it’s not enough, I don’t think you know what you want, my slut,” Miz sighed, stroking my throat with his thumb. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what you need.”

His tone, the words, the look in his eye… it all combined to a feeling of warning and exhilaration that made my heart strain to beat faster.

“Miz,” I hissed when he let go of my throat and reached for the fleece-lined leggings I wore, pulling them down in a rough movement and sliding the vibrator from my pussy. He stared at the way they tangled around my ankles for a moment, his nostrils flaring as dark magic wisped around them like smoke, doing nothing, before a swarm of shadows dissolved them from my body. He shot Tor a glance as he threw the vibrator at him, either grateful or condemning. Maybe both at once.

I hated that he was weak, that he’d put a block on his magic because he was so afraid Nightmare would take control of him again and—

He lifted me roughly, settling my legs around his hips, and drove all the way into my slick heat, stretching me, filling me up, setting a brutal pace.

Bye-bye, thoughts…

It was impossible to hold in my moans, so I buried my face in Miz’s shoulder, buried my teeth in his skin as he drove into me hard, unrelenting. Punishing me. It was intense and merciless, and happening so fast. All I could do was hold on and surrender to the pleasure already coiling in the base of my spine, tightening me around his cock.

“Miz.” I panted, fingers tangling in his pale hair, pulling tight. “Fuck, I—”

The sound of his hips crashing into mine, the wet noises of him fucking me, the low, breathy growl in the back of his throat… they were sounds that drove me to madness. Madness… I gasped as I looked over Miz’s shoulder, my teeth still buried there, and found Madde with his hands in his pockets, one ankle crossed over the other, his posture lazy and imperious as he watched Miz fuck my brains out. His eyes travelled from the place where Miz entered me over and over, so damn fast, up my body, still maddeningly clothed on the top half, to my face. The flare in his electric eyes, the delight and need, the well of obsession so deep it rivalled Misery’s, it was too much.

I buried my face in Miz’s shoulder as my core clamped down around his cock, pulling out strands of his gorgeous hair with how tight I held onto him.

“That’s it,” he murmured with a gentleness I didn’t buy, his hands squeezing my ass as he bounced me on his cock. “You come for us, get those pretty holes all nice and relaxed. Tor’s gonna fill your ass while I keep fucking your pussy, aren’t you?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Tor groaned, his voice deeper, rougher.

I jumped when Miz pulled my back from the wall, my pussy still fluttering around him as he flipped our positions. Tor’s cool hands stroked up my back, sliding the coat off, pushing my shirt up until he could kiss his way down my spine as aftershocks made me throb. Miz’s pace slowed and for a moment I thought he was taking pity on me until I realised I could feel everything with his slow strokes, his tip tormenting every quivering spot until I was sure I was dripping onto the ground.

“Hey, bestie,” Madde called. “Catch!”

I refused to explain why the sound of his voice, his obsession and madness and violence and darkness, made me clench around Miz’s cock.

“Thanks, asshole,” Tor said gruffly.

“No, that’s where the lube goes. In her asshole,” Madde explained with relish.

“Why did we let you watch?” Tor groaned, stroking down my back and over my ass, his hands overlapping with Miz’s where he held me up. I was already overstimulated, but the cold slide of Tor’s fingers over my seam had me biting my lip. When he worked a finger inside my ass, I decide to bite Miz’s lip instead, sinking my teeth in. At the second finger, I bit harder and tasted blood. Miz’s groan filled my mouth when he ripped his lips from my teeth and kissed me hard.

I forgot we were on campus, exposed and in the open, when Tor pressed carefully into me. My eyes slammed shut, my thighs tightening around Miz’s waist, and I kissed him with the same ferocity with which he kissed me.

“Fuck, Cat,” Tor groaned, his hands on my hips, squeezing tight enough to leave his fingerprints on my skin. “You feel insane. I’ve wanted to share you with Miz for fucking months.”

“And me,” Madde piped up. “I’m also here.”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll go soft,” Tor growled through clenched teeth. “Send him away, beautiful. He’ll listen to you.”

Don’t send me away, Cat, Madde purred in my mind, his darkness sliding against me like silk, like velvet, like sin. I arched between Tor and Misery, my nipples so hard, my pussy weeping. You like feeling my eyes on you, don’t you? You like the way I can’t stand to look away. You love feeling me wrapped all around your soul while your husbands are balls-deep in your cunt and ass. Don’t you?

“Oh, god,” I gasped against Miz’s tongue. Not another dirty-mouthed man. I couldn’t take it.

I sensed Madde prowl closer, felt his stare like a stroke on my skin, and I gasped, over and over, clinging to Miz as he fucked me slowly, Tor hitting deeper in my ass with every thrust, the sensation of them both sliding in and out like nothing else in the world. My mouth hung open. Miz slicked his tongue along the length of mine before sucking on it, the motions carnal and erotic. I whimpered and felt him jerk inside me.

“Fuck,” Tor groaned, his control slipping, his hips snapping his cock even deeper until I squealed. “Fuck, beautiful. So fucking good for us, taking us both like a perfect wife.”

His kiss to my head unravelled my heart at the same time my body began to heat unbearably, the sensations combining into a storm.

“Give me those pretty moans,” Tor said, almost begging. “Let me hear how much you love this.”

I couldn’t hold back if I tried, not when he increased his speed, his breathing matching his cock’s frantic pace, his hands bruising my hips.

“You feel me inside her, Miz?” he asked frantically. “You feel me throbbing inside our girl, stroking your cock with every thrust?”

My eyes had fallen shut; I cracked them open to look at Misery just in time to watch him unravel, his breathing a wreck, his eyes wild gold, his mouth open and lips glossy with our shared saliva.

“Yeah, you fucking do,” Tor growled, and I watched Misery’s cold, unbreakable control crumble, his expression ragged and desperate. I’d never seen anything like it. It was glorious to behold, to watch his cheeks turn red, his neck arched, tendons standing out proudly.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, the words slipping out before my mind could process them. My mind was gone, no thoughts at all there like Miz said earlier.

A flash of vulnerability moved through Misery’s stare as he held eye contact. I closed the millimetres between us and kissed him slow and deep, full of every emotion clamouring in my chest—love, awe, frustration, desperation, and the keen edge of need. I poured all of it into him, my heart melting when he clutched me to him, my body crushed to his as he panted and moaned and came inside me.

Like a trigger, the jolt and throb of his cock raked my sensitive nerves, and my climax hit so hard my eyes rolled back. Tor’s thrusts slapped his hips against my ass, each one accompanied by a guttural grunt until he stilled, buried deep inside me, pressing his body to mine until we were all linked, impossibly close. The comfort of it hit me like a landslide. I pulled my mouth from Miz’s to bury my face against his neck as emotion struck hard.

I didn’t mean to cry, but tears slid down my cheeks as I trembled with aftershocks, my men stroking my skin with gentle hands that belied the rough treatment and coarse words they’d used with me.

“We’re right here, beautiful, we’ve got you,” Tor promised, scattering kisses across my shoulder.

“Cry as much as you need,” Misery said, his voice a rasp that made me wonder if he was crying, too.

“Hey!” Madde shouted abruptly, making us all jolt at the darkness, the sudden wrath in his tone.

Stay there, lioness. I’ll deal with this.

I forced my head to lift off Miz’s shoulder. Deal with what?

Silence.

“Madde,” I mumbled, alarm clearing any relaxation from me. “Deal with what?”

“Someone saw us,” Tor said in a low, menacing voice that made me shudder and throb around both him and Miz.

“Pull out of me,” I ordered. “Now, Miz, Tor.”

Miz did as I asked, but Tor was slower, careful with me, placing kisses on the back of my neck that did little to calm me. Who had seen us? Was it Duncan? 1 Miz tucked his cock into his pants and kissed my cheek, lunging after Madde to hunt the person who saw us. Tor didn’t let me slip away as easily, his arms a cage, stroking me as I crashed hard from the high of release, cleaning me with strokes of his shadows. I didn’t ask how the hell that worked. I was too distracted for curiosity.

Darkness wrapped around my legs, looking like dark leggings on my skin.

“You’re stronger,” I realised, his shadows thicker than they’d been since last night.

“I told you I’d be fine,” he said softly, the care in his voice bringing tears back to my eyes.

“Tor, who saw us?”

“Let us handle it,” he urged, turning me to face him when he was satisfied I wouldn’t be sore. He kissed the spot between my brows. “You don’t need to worry about it.”

But heat scalded my face, mortification sour in my gut. “Someone saw us, Tor—”

“And they will die screaming for the nerve,” he promised with a chaste kiss to my lips. “Miz might love being watched, but I’ll kill anyone who dares to look upon you when you come. That is my sight. Only mine.”

His words had a profound effect. I squeezed his bicep, my throat swollen. “Don’t turn me on again, or I swear, Torment, I will end you.”

His laugh was soft and low. “What a beautiful death it would be.” He kissed me again and drew back with a frown when Miz’s footsteps crunched the ground. “Gone. Madde lost him.”

“I did not lose him,” Madde snarled, angrier than I’d seen him, even with the Stalker last night. I ignored the way my heart quickened, the violence in my soul rising to meet his. “He vanished.”

“Who?” I demanded, holding onto Tor.

Miz and Madness exchanged a glance, and I knew then I was going to hate the answer. It was Madde who spoke, his voice dark.

“Your tormentor, lioness. The one who thinks he can break you.”

Oh, god.

“Alastor Carmichael.”