Page 18 of Blood Court (Cursed Darkness #2)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

VERIK

Being inside her is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

It’s a fucking revelation. I want to stay buried in her cunt for eternity.

If this is what the grimoire wanted, it fucking got it.

I let out a loud groan and pull back before driving back into her hard enough to move her up the bed.

I grip her hips, dragging her back against me, before pulling out, only to slide my cock back in.

She is deliciously wet, soaking me in ways I could only ever dream about.

I fuck her with a rhythm that’s all mine.

Hard. Fast. Savage. She meets every thrust, her legs wrapped around my waist. Dathan’s cock slides into her mouth, and she takes him without hesitation.

Evren’s fingers rub her clit, making her body tremble.

Hellfire licks at the edges of my vision. This isn’t just sex. It’s alchemy. We are forging something new in the crucible of her body. Something dangerous.

Her pussy clenches around my cock, a vice that nearly breaks me. She’s close. I can feel it. I drive harder, faster, needing to feel her come around me.

“Mine,” I growl, pounding her pussy with a desperation that I didn’t know I possessed.

She sucks Dathan’s cock like a good little girl while I fuck her senseless.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my fucking life.

Her climax hits with the force of the foundations shifting.

She screams a muffled noise around Dathan’s cock.

He pulls out, his cock twitching. He wants to be inside her when he dumps his load. I don’t fucking blame him.

Her cunt clenches around me, a spasming, wet vice that milks me until I can’t remember my own name. I roar, a sound of the beast, and unload everything I have deep inside her. Hellfire, soul, pure fucking possession.

The Soul Scar on all four of us ignites, a searing, blinding light that connects us. It’s not just a brand anymore. It’s a fucking circuit. Power arcs between us, a raw, untamed storm with Lysithea as its calm, perfect centre.

I pull out of her, making way for Dathan.

He is ready, eager. He turns her over as Evren retreats, pulling her hips up before he enters her from behind with a vicious sound that sounds like it was ripped from his soul.

He fucks her like he’s trying to erase the world and build a new one in its place, with her at the centre.

His nightmare magic bleeds into the air, shadows writhing on the walls, drawn to the raw, primal energy of the act.

Lysithea arches her back, her hands fisted in the sheets, taking every brutal thrust. She’s devouring it.

Evren moves to her head. His cold fingers trace the line of her jaw. He leans down, whispering something against her ear. I can’t hear the words, but I see the shudder that runs through her.

I crawl up the bed, my body still buzzing. I capture her mouth. She kisses me back, a desperate, open-mouthed collision while Dathan pounds into her from behind.

This is what the book wanted. A fucking symphony of ruination.

She bites my bottom lip as her climax rips through her, drawing blood.

I groan and grip the back of her head, deepening the kiss, making her drink what she tore free.

She trembles violently through her climax, but Dathan isn’t ready to give her up yet.

He grips her hips tighter, slamming into her.

He withdraws and dips his fingers, smearing them with cum before he drives back in.

He presses his fingers to the rear hole, and she tenses up, pulling back from my kiss.

He pushes one finger inside her, and she gasps, her back arching.

He adds a second, stretching her. He fucks her arse with his fingers, a slow, torturous rhythm that has her whimpering while his cock pounds her pussy.

He prepares her for entry, and she lets him.

She relaxes into his touch, and I watch as she goes blissed out.

“I’m going to fuck your pussy until I’m coming in your hot cunt,” Dathan growls. “Then I’m going to finish in your arse, Thea. Do you want that, princess?”

“Yes,” she pants.

“Fuck,” I mutter, feeling my cock go hard again.

I rise onto my knees and press my still-wet cock into her mouth.

She takes it with a low moan. Her mouth is a hot, wet sheath around me.

She takes me deep, her throat working as Dathan’s pace becomes a frantic, punishing rhythm. The bed groans under the assault.

His hips slam into her one last time. He roars, a raw, animal sound of pure release. He floods her cunt then pulls out, spurting cum onto her arsehole, and then he shoves his cock into her arse.

A sharp cry is torn from her throat, muffled by my cock. Her eyes fly wide, locking with mine. Not pain. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. The sight, the sound, the sheer fucking surrender of it all, makes my balls tighten.

This isn’t just fucking her. This is rewriting her. And she’s letting us.

He fucks her arse with the last of his orgasm. It’s a brutal reverence, and I watch as our queen is taken apart and remade, piece by piece. She is ours. Utterly.

The shadows in the room explode outwards, and a wave of terror washes over all of us.

He pulls out and collapses on the bed as Lysithea pulls off my cock and drops to the bed, curled up, satisfied, but we are nowhere near done with her yet.