Page 43 of The Beast's Broken Angel
Before I could beg, Viktor pulled his fingers free, making me whine at the loss.
He didn’t give me time to protest. Without a word, his breath ghosted hot across my hole—teasing, waiting.
Then his tongue pressed in, broad and hungry, licking a thick stripe from my entrance down to my balls and back again.
The shock of it sent me sprawling forward, chest heaving, hands scrabbling for anything to hold.
Viktor’s tongue circled, then plunged inside—slick, filthy, relentless.
“Good boy. Taste so sweet,” he rasped between licks, his accent and praise a dark thrill.
He nuzzled lower, mouthing my balls, sucking one into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue, then going back up to tongue-fuck me, wet and deep.
Adrian’s hands gripped my jaw, turning my face toward him. “Look at you,” he murmured, pride and heat in his voice. “Falling apart already? Viktor hasn’t even started.”
I tried to answer, but Viktor’s mouth was everywhere—tongue lapping, lips sucking, fingers digging bruises into my hips as he forced me still. “Hold still,” Viktor ordered, voice like gravel. “I want to hear you beg.”
His tongue drove in again, fucking me with slow, maddening circles, spit and lube dripping down my thighs. He paused only to drag the flat of his tongue over my rim, then flicked it mercilessly, making me sob. “You like this? Say it,” he demanded.
“Yes—God, yes—please, Viktor, don’t stop—” My words broke apart as Adrian leaned in to claim my mouth, swallowing every sound. I tasted myself, tasted Viktor, heat and humiliation and surrender swirling on my tongue.
Viktor rumbled a laugh against my skin. “He’s ready. So needy for us. He’d take anything now, wouldn’t you?”
I could only moan, my whole body trembling with want. Viktor’s hands spread me wider, thumbs pressing into the crease of my ass, exposing me completely. He spat once, crude and hot, letting the slick drip down over my hole, then licked it up, sending shocks through my spine.
Adrian stroked my face, lips ghosting over my cheek, his hand tangled in my hair. “You want this, sweetheart? Want both of us?” His voice buzzed through my bones as Viktor’s tongue pressed in again, rough and greedy, lube and spit mixing until I was shaking.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice wrecked, “please—I need?—”
Adrian’s hand twisted in my hair, yanking my head back so he could kiss me hard, tongue forcing my mouth open, stealing the taste of Viktor’s heat straight from my lips. The kiss was messy, desperate, utterly claiming .
Viktor finally pulled back, breath ragged. “He’s yours, boss,” he said, voice thick with want. “But save some for me.”
Adrian moved behind me, nudging Viktor aside, and the heat of both their bodies crowding me made my knees weak.
“My turn,” Adrian murmured, his voice silk and threat, promise and possession all at once.
Adrian lowered himself and dragged his tongue over my hole, slow and possessive.
He licked into me with practiced, filthy skill, tongue thrusting deep, spreading me wider as Viktor’s hands held me open.
Adrian took his time, alternating between slow circles and firm, claiming thrusts, making sure I felt every second.
I was dizzy, caught between their hands and mouths, every sense overloaded.
Suddenly Viktor’s grip changed, one big hand sliding up my side, then cupping my jaw. I felt him move, felt the mattress dip and the warmth of his body as he shifted around me, rising up and over, until I could sense him in front of me, his scent and presence unmistakable.
His thumb traced my cheek, guiding my chin up. I felt his other hand tangle in my hair, steadying me. His voice was close, rough and sure. “Open,” Viktor commanded, voice right at my ear now, cockhead nudging my lips. “You know what I want.”
Even blind, I could picture him—towering above me, cock flushed and ready, staring down as I obeyed. Adrian’s tongue didn’t stop, swirling and thrusting, making my body jolt and arch as Viktor pressed his cock to my mouth.
“Good,” Viktor praised, and I felt the thick head of his cock push between my lips, parting them wide. He fed it in slowly, letting me savor the taste of him, the salt and heat, while Adrian drove me wild from behind.
Viktor’s grip in my hair tightened, holding me steady as he slid deeper, his hips rolling in shallow thrusts. “Take it all, little one. Let me feel that pretty mouth. You look so good like this—even when you can’t see me.”
Adrian’s tongue worked me open, each flick and press amplified by the helplessness of my position. The two of them spoke over me, heat and command in every word.
“He’s beautiful like this, Viktor,” Adrian murmured, pausing only to drag his tongue in one slow, claiming circle. “Completely at our mercy.”
Viktor’s cock slid deeper, almost making me choke. He pulled back, letting my lips drag along his shaft, then thrust in again, not gentle but not cruel—just relentless, just sure. “Don’t stop, Noah. You want to come? You want to be filled? Earn it. Show us you can be good.”
My world narrowed to the taste of Viktor, the pressure of Adrian’s tongue, the roughness of their voices and hands. I whimpered, every nerve ending lit up, desperate for more.
Finally Viktor withdrew, a string of spit and precum falling across my lips, his hand lingering on my jaw as if he couldn’t quite let go. “Good boy,” he growled, pride thick in his accent. “Now you take me somewhere else.”
Adrian stroked my back, soothing and possessive all at once. “Then take him. But make him feel it.”
Viktor didn’t hesitate. He moved behind me again, big hands spreading me open, cock pressing to my entrance. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect. Gonna open you up for both of us.”
Adrian’s presence was a shadow at my side, fingers brushing my hair as he leaned in.
Viktor’s hand squeezed my hip, his grip bruising, grounding me. “You ready for me, lapochka?” he rasped, the Russian endearment harsh and intimate. “Adrian wants you open, begging, so fucking pretty.”
I shivered. “Please—just?— ”
He didn’t let me finish. The blunt head of his cock pressed in, slow at first, stretching me until my breath hitched and my knees shook. Viktor groaned, deep and approving. “Take it. Take every inch. Good boy—make him proud.”
Adrian’s hand slid down my back, nails biting. “He loves hearing you say it, Viktor. Tell him what he does to you.”
Viktor thrust deeper, hands spreading me wider. “You feel that, Noah? So tight. Adrian wants me to fuck you hard. Make you scream for him.”
A sob broke from my lips, equal parts pain and need. “You’re perfect,” Viktor grunted, setting a slow, punishing rhythm. “Meant to be fucked. Open for us—open for Adrian. You want more?”
“Yes, please?—”
He rewarded me with a sharper thrust, hips slamming into mine, cock filling me, the burn giving way to pure heat. Adrian moved closer, lips at my ear. “Listen to him, Noah. Hear how much I want to see you break for me.”
Viktor’s hand slid under me, palm rough as he squeezed my cock, not letting me move. “No coming yet,” he growled. “Adrian’s orders. You stay desperate for him. That’s how he wants you.”
He fucked me harder, every thrust knocking breath from my lungs. “God, you’re so good like this,” he muttered in Russian, then in English, filthier and rougher. “Take it, take all of me. Adrian wants you ruined on my cock.”
Adrian’s voice cut in, sharp with command. “Make him suffer.”
Viktor leaned over me, his body hot and massive. His teeth scraped my shoulder. “You beg so sweet, Noah. You want my load? Want to be filled for Adrian?”
“Yes, yes—please, Viktor—please?—”
Adrian stroked my hair, soothing and cruel at once .
Viktor’s thrusts turned rougher, deeper, his accent thicker with need. “All for Adrian, you hear me? I’ll fuck you until he tells me to stop.”
He pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed back in, making me cry out. “Good boy. Scream for him. Let Adrian hear how much you love it.”
Adrian’s fingers brushed my lips, his voice velvet. “Open for me, darling.”
Viktor’s hand tangled in my hair, forcing my head up. “Do it, malysh. Suck him. Be good for Adrian.”
My lips parted, trembling, the taste of Viktor’s sweat and my own desperation thick on my tongue. Adrian guided his cock between my lips, his hand tangling in my hair, keeping me blind and off-balance.
“That’s it,” he murmured, sliding in slow, letting me feel the weight and heat of him. “Good boy. Take all of me. Show Viktor how pretty you look sucking my cock.”
Viktor’s thrusts never slowed. He grunted behind me, hands bruising on my hips. “Look at you—Adrian’s perfect toy,” he growled, accent thick, pleasure roughening every word. “So full, so eager. You’re making a mess of yourself.”
Adrian pushed deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and swallowed, drool leaking down my chin, but Adrian only praised me, his thumb stroking my jaw. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take it. You want to please me, don’t you? Want me to use your mouth while Viktor ruins you?”
I tried to answer but choked on his length. Viktor thrust harder, the sensation overwhelming, pain and pleasure tangling until I was dizzy, mindless.
Adrian fucked my mouth slow, deliberate, controlling my every movement. “You love being watched, don’t you?” he whispered. “You love knowing Viktor’s here because I want to see you broken for me. ”
Viktor laughed, breathless. “He can’t even think, boss. You’ve got him so desperate he’d let anyone fuck him, as long as you told him to.”
Adrian’s cock filled my mouth again, his grip in my hair keeping me right where he wanted. “You’ll thank me for this later,” he said, voice soft but implacable. “You’ll remember what it feels like to be taken—here, like this, helpless and loved.”