Page 27 of City of Secrets and Shadows (Empire of Vengeance #2)

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A sound like a growl rumbled from Septimus’s chest as he claimed my mouth again. Marcus’s hands moved higher, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my stola. I arched into his touch, gasping against Septimus’s lips when Marcus’s thumbs brushed over my hardening nipples.

“Too many clothes,” Septimus muttered, his fingers already working at the clasps of my garment.

I shivered as cool air kissed my skin, the stola falling away. Marcus’s hands slid down my sides, helping guide the stola over my hips until I stood naked between them. He pressed against my back, his lips finding the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, the word a warm caress against my flesh. “So perfect, Livia.”

Septimus stepped back, his dark eyes devouring me. Unlike Marcus’s gentle praise, his appreciation was a tangible hunger that made my knees weak. He reached out, tracing a calloused finger down the valley between my breasts.

I trembled between them, caught in their gaze like prey between two predators. Yet I’d never felt more powerful.

“Touch me,” I commanded, surprising myself with my boldness.

Septimus’s mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Oh, she gives orders now?” His large hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing but asserting control. “Remember your place, Livia.”

Marcus’s gentle touch contrasted sharply as he caressed my lower back. “Don’t be cruel, Sep. Look how she responds to you.”

And I was responding, my body betraying me with slick heat between my thighs.

“Spread your legs for us,” he commanded, voice rough like gravel.

I obeyed, heart thundering against my ribs. Marcus’s hands slid around to cup my breasts from behind, his hardness evident against the small of my back.

“She’s already wet,” Septimus said with a smirk, his fingers finding the evidence of my arousal. “Dripping for us.”

I gasped as he slid one thick finger inside me, then another, stretching me in a delicious burn that had me clutching at his shoulders.

“That’s it,” Marcus encouraged, his voice honeyed in my ear. “Take what you need from us, love.”

Septimus curled his fingers, finding that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “I want to hear you scream tonight,” he growled. “I want the whole fucking villa to know who you belong to.”

His thumb circled my most sensitive spot as Marcus rolled my nipples between his fingers. Caught between them, pleasure built like a gathering storm, threatening to sweep me away entirely.

My hips bucked against Septimus’s hand, chasing the pleasure that spiralled through me. His dark eyes held mine, refusing to let me look away as his fingers worked their magic inside me.

“Already close?” he taunted, slowing his movements just as the tension began to peak. “Not yet, little Livia. We’ve barely begun.”

I whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste me. The sight of his tongue licking my essence made my core clench with renewed need.

“She tastes divine,” he told Marcus, who hummed his agreement against my neck.

“To the bed,” Marcus murmured, guiding me backwards. My calves hit the edge of the mattress, and I fell onto the soft furs. They followed, shedding their tunics with urgent movements.

I drank in the sight of them as they quickly removed their clothes — Marcus with his rugged, sculpted physique, dark skin gleaming in the lamplight; Septimus lighter, more lean, battle scars mapping stories across his muscled torso. Both of them were hard and ready.

Septimus moved towards me, his eyes moving over my body with an intensity that had my heart hammering. He grabbed my ankles, pulling my legs apart.

“I’ve thought of nothing but this sweet cunt all day,” he growled, lowering his head. The first swipe of his tongue made me cry out, back arching off the bed.

Marcus settled beside me, brushing damp hair from my forehead. “That’s it, love. Let us hear you.” His fingers teased my nipples as Septimus devoured me like a man starved, his tongue circling my sensitive bud before plunging inside.

“Please,” I begged, not knowing what I was asking for, only that I needed more.

Marcus captured my mouth, swallowing my moans as Septimus added his fingers, stretching me open. When he curled them just right, I broke the kiss with a sharp cry.

“There,” Septimus rumbled against my flesh. “There’s my girl.”

“Our girl,” Marcus corrected, his voice tight with need. He slid up the bed, positioning himself at my head. His cock stood proud against his stomach, and I turned instinctively, taking him into my mouth.

“Gods,” he hissed, fingers tangling in my hair.

Septimus raised his head, watching me take Marcus deeper. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” His fingers never stopped their relentless rhythm inside me. “Think you can handle both of us at once?”

I moaned around Marcus’s length, the vibration making him thrust involuntarily.

“I think that’s a yes,” Marcus said, voice strained. “Careful, Sep. I want this to last.”

Septimus withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting. “On your knees,” he commanded, slapping my thigh lightly.

With trembling limbs, I obeyed, positioning myself on all fours.

“Look at that,” Septimus growled, one hand spreading me open. “Such a pretty little cunt.” His finger traced the wetness between my thighs, then slid higher, circling my other entrance. I gasped at the forbidden touch.

“Septimus,” Marcus warned, but there was heat in his voice.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it,” Septimus replied, pressing just enough to make me squirm. “Taking her together. Filling every part of her.”

Marcus’s hand replaced Septimus’s between my legs, his touch gentler but no less devastating. “Is that what you want, Livia?” he asked, sliding two fingers into my aching centre. “Both of us inside you?”

The image his words conjured made me moan, my body clenching around his fingers.

“Answer him,” Septimus demanded, his hand coming down in a sharp slap against my ass.

“Yes,” I gasped, the sting blooming into heat that melted into my core. “Gods, yes.”

“Not yet,” Septimus whispered. “But soon.”

Marcus moved to kneel before me, his cock glistening with my saliva. Behind me, I felt the bed dip as Septimus positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock teasing my entrance.

“I’m going to take you now,” he growled, gripping my hips with bruising force. “And you’re going to take all of me.”

With a powerful thrust, he entered me, filling me so completely I cried out, fingers digging into the furs beneath me. He gripped my hips with bruising force, holding me steady as he withdrew almost completely before driving in again.

“So tight,” he groaned, setting a punishing rhythm. “Always so fucking tight for me.”

Marcus cupped my face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, but concern softened his features. “Too much?”

I shook my head, unable to form words as Septimus began to move, slow, deliberate strokes that had me trembling.

“She can take it,” Septimus said, his voice strained. “Can’t you, Livia?”

“Yes,” I gasped, pushing back against him, wanting more. “Please, don’t stop.”

Each of Septimus’s thrusts pushed me forward, and Marcus guided my mouth to his cock again. I took him eagerly, moaning around his length as Septimus filled me from behind.

“Good girl,” Marcus praised, his voice strained. “So perfect, taking us both like this.”

Septimus leaned over me, his chest pressed to my back, his teeth grazing my shoulder. “You were made for this,” he growled in my ear. “Made to be fucked by us.”

His hand snaked around to find the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs, circling it with maddening precision. The dual sensations — his cock stretching me wide, his fingers working my clit — had me trembling on the edge of release.

Each thrust drove me forward, taking Marcus deeper, until I was caught in a rhythm dictated by their needs and my own desperate desire.

“That’s it,” Marcus praised, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Gods, your mouth…”

Marcus’s breathing grew ragged, his hips moving with more urgency. “I’m close,” he warned, his fingers tightening in my hair.

Septimus slowed his thrusts, drawing out each movement until I whimpered with need. “Not yet,” he said, his free hand sliding up to wrap around my throat again. “She comes first.”

He pulled me upright, my back against his chest, his cock somehow driving deeper at this new angle. Marcus moved with us, kneeling before me, his mouth capturing one of my nipples.

“Please,” I begged, caught between them, overwhelmed by sensation. “I need—”

“Tell us,” Marcus murmured against my breast. “Tell us what you need, love.”

“I need to come,” I gasped as Septimus’s fingers worked faster against my clit. “Gods, please let me come.”

“Since she asked so nicely,” Septimus said, his voice rough with exertion. He thrust harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me that made my vision blur.

Marcus moved to my other breast, his teeth grazing my nipple just as Septimus pinched my clit, and I shattered. My cry echoed off the walls as pleasure crashed through me in relentless waves.

“That’s it,” Marcus encouraged, watching my face as I came apart. “So beautiful when you let go for us.”

Septimus continued to pump into me, prolonging my release until I was limp and trembling in his arms. Only then did he allow his own control to slip, his rhythm growing erratic.

“Where?” he demanded.

“Inside,” I managed to gasp, my voice hoarse from screaming. “Fill me.”

“Fuck,” Septimus snarled, his fingers digging into my hips as he drove into me one final time. His body went rigid, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spilled inside me, hot pulses that seemed to go on forever.

Marcus watched, his eyes dark with hunger, his cock painfully hard against his stomach. As Septimus slowly withdrew, I collapsed forward, trembling and spent.

“Fuck,” Septimus groaned collapsing on the bed next to me. “Marcus, your turn. I want to watch you take her.”

My eyes flashed over to his and he grinned at me.

“Don’t be too gentle with her,” he warned, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “She likes it rougher than you think.”

Marcus smiled, guiding me gently onto my back, and pushing my legs open. I watched panting as he took his cock in his hand, sliding the head of his cock through my wetness, mixing with Septimus’s seed. “Is that true, Livia?” he asked, teasing my entrance. “Do you want me to be rough with you?”

I reached up, pulling him down for a kiss. “I want you,” I whispered against his lips. “However you want to take me.”

He entered me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his thickness. Where Septimus was all demanding force, Marcus was deliberate intensity, each thrust measured and deep. He held my gaze as he moved inside me, watching every flicker of pleasure cross my face.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his hand cradling my cheek. “The way you look when we’re inside you... I could die happy right now.”

Septimus stretched out beside us, watching through half-lidded eyes as Marcus began to move. His hand lazily stroked my breast, pinching the nipple when Marcus hit a particularly sweet spot inside me. He trailed his hand down my body, sliding it between Marcus and I to slowly circle my clit.

“She’s insatiable,” Septimus remarked, his voice rough from exertion. “Look how she takes you even after I’ve had her.”

Marcus’s rhythm never faltered as he leaned down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. “She was made for this,” he said against my lips. “Made for us.”

I moaned as he changed the angle, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Despite the lingering sensitivity, I felt pleasure building again, a slow-burning fire that threatened to consume me.

I gasped, oversensitive from my earlier orgasm, but he didn’t relent. “Think you can come again for us?” he asked, circling the swollen bud as Marcus continued his steady thrusts.

“I—I don’t know if I can,” I panted, already feeling the tension building again despite my exhaustion.

“You can,” Marcus assured me, shifting slightly to hit that perfect spot inside me. “I want to feel you come around me.”

Between Marcus’s cock stroking me from within and Septimus’s skilled fingers working my clit, I was climbing rapidly toward another peak. My nails dug into Marcus’s shoulders, leaving crescent marks in his skin.

“That’s it,” Septimus encouraged, leaning in to capture one of my nipples between his teeth. “Let go for us again.”

Marcus shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts, and I cried out as he hit that perfect spot inside me. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper.

“There,” he murmured, repeating the motion. “Right there?”

I could only nod, words beyond me as pleasure built again, impossibly soon after my last climax.

Septimus leaned in, his mouth finding my breast, teeth scraping over my nipple. The combination of sensations — Marcus inside me, Septimus’s mouth on my breast, his hand now sliding between our bodies to circle my clit — was overwhelming.

“Come for me, Livia,” Marcus commanded, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it. The gentleness was still there, but underneath it ran a current of dominance that made me shudder.

My second orgasm hit like a tidal wave, less intense but somehow deeper than the first. I arched against him, a keening cry escaping my lips as my body clenched around his length. Marcus groaned, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls pulsed around him.

“That’s it,” he praised, continuing to move through my climax. “So perfect. So beautiful.”

Septimus watched with hungry eyes, his hand moving to stroke himself as he observed Marcus claiming me. “Look at her face when she comes,” he murmured. “Like a fucking goddess.”

“Gods, yes,” Marcus groaned, his rhythm faltering. “So perfect, Livia. So fucking perfect.”

His thrusts became erratic, powerful. He buried his face in my neck, teeth grazing my skin as he finally surrendered, spilling himself inside me with a muffled groan.

For several heartbeats, we remained frozen, tangled together, the only sound our ragged breathing. Then Marcus carefully withdrew, collapsing beside me.

I lay between them, utterly spent, my body humming with lingering pleasure. Septimus’s hand lazily traced patterns on my stomach, dipping occasionally to the wetness between my thighs.

“You’re a marvel,” Marcus murmured, pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder. “How did we get so lucky?”

Septimus snorted. “Luck had nothing to do with it.” His fingers drifted lower, making me gasp as they slid through the evidence of both men’s releases. “This was inevitable.”

I turned my head to look at him, finding his dark eyes already watching me. Despite his dismissive words, I caught something vulnerable in his gaze — something he’d never admit to.

It lasted a moment, before the look in his eyes darkened again. I gasped as he slid two fingers inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Septimus growled, his fingers moving slowly inside me, coated with the mixture of their seed and my arousal. “I could take you again just like this.”

I whimpered, my body both oversensitive and somehow still hungry for more. Marcus watched Septimus’s hand between my thighs with darkened eyes.

“Give her a moment to breathe, Sep,” he said, though his voice betrayed his own renewed interest.

Septimus withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. The sight of him tasting the evidence of our shared pleasure made my core clench despite my exhaustion.

“She likes it,” he said with a knowing smirk. “Don’t you, Livia?”

I couldn’t deny it. Something about being between them, being the focus of their combined desire, awakened a hunger in me I’d never known existed. I nodded, unable to form words.

My body responded to him instinctively, hips rising to meet his hand despite my exhaustion.

Marcus propped himself up on one elbow, watching Septimus’s fingers disappear inside me. His expression was one of reverent fascination. “Insatiable,” he agreed, voice husky. “I could watch her like this forever.”

Septimus withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips. “Taste us,” he commanded.

I parted my lips, accepting his fingers, tasting the salt and musk of our combined essence. His eyes darkened as I sucked them clean, my tongue swirling between his digits.

“You’re going to kill me,” Marcus groaned, his cock already stirring against my thigh.

Septimus laughed, dark and rich. “Not before we’ve thoroughly ruined her.” He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss, tasting what I’d just sampled. When he pulled away, his eyes glittered with dangerous intent. “Turn over.”

My heart hammered against my ribs as I obeyed, rolling onto my stomach. I felt Marcus’s hand stroke soothingly down my spine, contrasting with Septimus’s firm grip on my hips as he pulled me up onto my knees.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” Septimus said, his thumb tracing the cleft of my ass. I buried my face in the furs, embarrassment and arousal warring within me. His touch was deliberate, exploring places no one had touched before.

“Sep,” Marcus cautioned, though I could hear the desire in his voice.

“I’m being gentle,” said Septimus, dipping his thumb between my legs and drawing the wetness up to my ass. I gasped as he began to push slowly inside me.

The pressure was strange, foreign, a burning stretch that made me whimper into the furs. Septimus’s other hand stroked my back soothingly.

“Relax for me,” he murmured, his voice gentler than I’d ever heard it. “Trust me, Livia.”

Marcus moved closer, his hand finding mine, fingers intertwining. “We’ll stop if it’s too much,” he promised, bringing my knuckles to his lips. “Just say the word.”

I nodded, unable to form coherent thoughts as Septimus’s thumb worked deeper, breaching that forbidden entrance. The initial discomfort gradually gave way to a strange, burning pleasure that had me pushing back against him.

“There you go,” Septimus said, approval thick in his voice. “You’re opening so beautifully for me.”

He withdrew his thumb only to return with his finger, then gradually another, stretching me with careful patience I hadn’t known he possessed.

“Look at her,” he said to Marcus. “Taking my fingers so well. She was made for this.”

Marcus’s hand stroked my hair, gathering it away from my face so he could see my expression. “Is it good?” he asked, eyes dark with renewed desire.

“Yes,” I gasped as Septimus curled his fingers, finding some hidden place inside me that sent sparks dancing up my spine. “Gods, yes.”

Septimus leaned over me, his chest against my back, his lips at my ear. “Next time,” he promised, his voice a dark whisper, “I’ll take you here while Marcus fills your cunt.”

The image his words conjured made me moan, clenching around his fingers. Marcus’s breath hitched, his cock hardening even more against my thigh as he listened.

“She likes that idea,” Septimus chuckled, scissoring his fingers carefully. “But tonight, I just want to watch you come apart one more time.”

I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance again, sliding easily into my still-slick core. The angle was deeper this way, his thickness stretching me perfectly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “Still so tight, even after we’ve both had you.”

Marcus moved to kneel before me, his cock level with my face. I opened my mouth eagerly, taking him in as Septimus began to thrust from behind. The dual penetration was overwhelming — Septimus filling me below, Marcus sliding between my lips above.

“Perfect,” Marcus praised, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Gods, you’re perfect.”

“Look at her, take us both,” Septimus growled, one hand sliding up my spine to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back slightly. “Born for this, weren’t you, Livia?”

I moaned around Marcus, unable to respond with words. The vibration made him hiss, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“Careful,” Septimus warned with a dark laugh. “Don’t choke her. At least, not yet.”

Marcus shot him a look that was half-irritation, half-desire. “You’re terrible,” he said, but there was no heat in his voice. His thumb brushed my cheek tenderly. “So beautiful like this.”

Septimus reached around, his fingers finding my sensitive bud again. I whimpered at the contact, oversensitive yet craving more.

“She’s going to come again,” he announced, circling my clit with practiced precision. “Aren’t you, Livia? Going to come with my cock inside you and his in your mouth?”

The pressure building inside me was almost unbearable, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Marcus withdrew from my mouth, allowing me to gasp for air.

“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Gods, please—”

“Please what?” Septimus demanded, slowing his thrusts to a maddening pace.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “I’m so close—”

Marcus cupped my face, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “We’ve got you,” he promised. “Let go for us, one more time.”

Septimus’s fingers moved faster, two sliding into my ass, his other hand beneath me, tormenting my clit with practised strokes. His cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with each deliberate thrust. “Come now,” he commanded.

My third orgasm crashed through me like a storm, violent and all-consuming. I screamed, my body convulsing between them as waves of pleasure tore through me. Darkness edged my vision, the intensity almost too much to bear.

Septimus groaned, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls clenched around him. “Fuck,” he snarled, driving into me one final time before pulling out. His release splashed hot across my back, marking me as his.

I collapsed forward, trembling uncontrollably. Marcus caught me, easing me down onto the furs. He was still hard, his cock straining against his stomach, but his eyes were filled with concern.

“Are you alright?” he asked, brushing sweat-dampened hair from my face.

I could only nod, speech beyond me. Septimus stretched out beside me, his breathing still ragged.

Marcus stroked himself, watching us with dark, hungry eyes.

“Come here,” I whispered, reaching for him despite my exhaustion.

He pulled me onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist and guiding me down until he filled me completely. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight against his body as he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth as he moved, guiding me slowly up and down over him, increasing the sensation, but not the speed. It was maddening and incredible at the same time.

I rolled my hips, meeting his gentle thrusts, my oversensitive body somehow still responding to his touch. This was different — not the frantic claiming of before, but something deeper, more intimate. Marcus held my gaze as he moved inside me, his hands cradling my face as if I were something precious.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones.

“It’s too much,” I gasped, even as I continued to move against him. “And not enough.”

Septimus propped himself up on one elbow, watching us with hooded eyes. His hand trailed lazily up my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. One hand slid between Marcus and me, fingers circling where we were joined.

“She’s dripping,” he reported, his voice rough with renewed desire. “Our combined seed leaking out of her sweet cunt as she fucks you.”

Marcus groaned at his words, his hips jerking upward with more force. “Gods, Sep…”

“Tell me how she feels,” Septimus demanded, his fingers continuing their torment. “Tell me how tight she is around your cock.”

“Perfect,” Marcus gasped, his rhythm faltering as pleasure overtook him. “Like she was made for this — for us.”

I whimpered as Septimus’s fingers found my overstimulated clit, circling it mercilessly. “Please,” I begged, not sure if I was asking him to stop or continue.

“One more,” he whispered in my ear, his other hand squeezing my breast. “Give us one more, Livia.”

Marcus thrust up harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me. “Come for me,” he commanded, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it. “Let me feel you.”

The combination of their words, Marcus filling me so completely, and Septimus’s skilled fingers pushed me over the edge one final time. This orgasm was different — not the explosive force of before, but a wave that rolled through me, stealing my breath and making my vision blur. I cried out, my body clenching around Marcus’s length.

He followed me over the edge, his arms tightening around me as he spilled himself inside me with a hoarse cry of my name. We stayed like that, joined and trembling, as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through us.

Finally, I collapsed against him, utterly drained. Marcus eased us down to the bed, still joined, cradling me against his chest. Septimus stretched out beside us, eyes closed. It was only as I drifted off to sleep, I remembered about the lecture I was supposed to be at.