Page 41 of Exile (Dance with My Demons #4)

I don't wait for him to move, shooting forward as I take his cock in my mouth, tasting my own arousal on his length. He grabs the sides of my head, holding it still as he fucks my face. "Fucking beautiful," he murmurs before groaning low and I feel his release hit the back of my throat.

I swallow everything, running my tongue up and down his cock eagerly, until finally he pulls me off with a sharp hiss.

I'm barely given time to compose myself before strong hands lift me from the floor, Theo's mouth slamming into mine. He rips my shirt and bra off completely, tongue exploring my mouth in a kiss so frenzied that it leaves me lightheaded .

"Bend over the table," he orders, hands positioning me as my stomach lands on the metal. Kicking my legs apart, he's buried inside me a second later, hands gripping my hair as he pulls my head back slightly.

"Fuck, Theo," I groan, throwing my hips back to match his tempo. He's just as rough as Grey, fucking me deep as my body screams in both pain and pleasure. It's the best kind of pain, the promise that I'll definitely be feeling this for days to come. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Damon leans down in front of me, still on the other side of the table. Grabbing my face, he forces me to look at him, eyes dancing with lustful need.

"You're taking him so fucking well, Avery. You're going to take everything we offer," he demands. "And you're going to come on his dick. Understand?"

I nod, my hands gripping the side of the table. "Yeah."

"Touch yourself," he orders. "I want you to feel that dick fucking your tight, little cunt. You're going to write our names on your clit with your finger, and you're not allowed to come until you finish all of them."

Fuck.

Reaching down with a shaky hand, my fingers trail through my wetness, dipping lower until I find where Theo and I meet. My breath catches as I feel him thrusting into me, my pussy clenching around him. He growls, tugging on my hair as his rhythm falters slightly.

"Write it," Damon orders sharply. "Tell us who you are doing."

I find my clit, biting my lip as I have to fight back my release. My swollen clit aches under my fingertips, but I shakily start drawing.

"T… h…," I whimper. "e… o."

Theo groans behind me. "Fuck, Aves."

"Next," Damon instructs.

I repeat the motion, this time spelling out Grey. "Hm… Grey," I breathe out.

A hand trails down my spine, Grey's voice reaching my ears. "Good girl."

"Next," Damon says sharply.

My body is violently trembling, ready to crash over the edge. But I manage to write it out, desperate for release. "Damon…" I cry out through clenched teeth.

"Come for Theo," he responds, grabbing my throat, and forcing me to look at him.

I barely get a choice in the matter, instantly barreling into my climax, mangled moans getting choked out.

I'm still pulsating when Theo pulls out of me, his strong hands picking me up and throwing me onto the table. He steps to my head, pulling me by the arms until I'm dangling off the table upside down.

"Open those pretty lips," he says, stroking my cheek.

As soon as my mouth is open, he pushes forward, fucking my throat while I'm upside down. A hand flattens on my chest, holding me firmly as I'm left battling for air. But I take his thrusts, clinging to his muscular thighs until he's shooting his release into my mouth.

When he steps back, I'm left panting, the blood rushing to my head. Damon grabs my hands, pulling me upright.

"My turn," he smirks, looping an arm under my knees and another around my back. He picks me up bridal style off the table and carries me to the side door.

I shoot him a bewildered look, too delirious to actually speak words. Opening the door, I take in the room with the caskets. Damon moves straight to a particular one, and it dawns on me it's the very same casket that we hid in from the guards.

Lifting the lid, he takes a moment to remove his clothes, dropping them to the floor without a second thought.

Damon climbs into the casket, laying on his back. "We're going to finish what we started," he tells me, fisting his cock and running his hand up his length.

I smile, moving on shaky legs as I step into the box. Dropping my knees on the side of his hips, I place my hands on his chest.

"You going to kiss me again?" I tease, lining him up with my entrance before slowly sinking down and taking him inch by inch.

"You better believe I am," he says, hastily grabbing the back of my head and pulling me forward until our lips touch .

I rock my hips, lifting and dropping as I ride him. Our mouths never separate, tongues frantically pressing against each other's as we fuck in the casket—where we had our first kiss.

Grey and Theo step into the room, clothes back in place as they lean against an adjacent casket and watch us closely. But I'm completely mesmerized by Damon—by his touch, the feel of him, the full circle moment. It's everything.

He reaches between us, spreading his fingers on either side of my clit as he gently massages the sensitive spot. I throw myself down his length, engulfing him as if my life depends on it.

The two of us groan in unison, swallowing our pleasure as his expert fingers send me higher and higher until I'm spasming around him, crying out his name. Damon takes over, lifting his hips and fucking me from underneath, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.

"Come in me," I plead. "I need to feel you inside me."

"Beg for me," he demands.

"Please," I whimper.

"More."

"Please fucking come in me, Damon."

Damon growls and groans underneath me, spearing into me with frantic movements before stilling as he finds his release. I fall to his chest, spent as his cock continues to pulse, until finally, he softens and slips out .

Neither of us make any effort to move despite the fact I can feel him dripping down my thigh, some of it getting on the casket floor.

"I love you, Damon," I murmur weakly. "I love you all so much."

Damon kisses my cheek. "I love you too, wife."

Turning my head, I find Grey and Theo. "I love you, Grey. I love you, Theo. Please remember that."

"Love you, Aves."

"I love you as well, little killer. But hold onto that thought because you're going to tell us again when we see you soon."

Closing my eyes, I rest my head against Damon's chest. I need to remember this moment, savor it. Because in a few short hours, it's all over. And whatever happens next, I need to remember how they all feel, how they love me.

It's the only way I'm going to survive.