Page 72 of The Beast's Broken Angel
Adrian’s voice was a purr in my ear. “Open for me, Noah. Good.”
Viktor’s voice followed, closer than I’d expected, thick with something dark. “You like this, da?” His accent roughened thewords, made them dangerous. “Blind. Waiting. You don’t know what’s coming. Makes you shiver.”
He pulled my arms tighter, silk biting into my wrists as Adrian tied the knot. My skin prickled everywhere Viktor’s fingers brushed—slow, deliberate, mapping me out. His breath was warm against my neck. “You smell nervous. You should be.”
Adrian’s lips ghosted my ear. “You’re not allowed to come until I say. Either of you. Understood?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice shaking.
Viktor gave a low, amused sound. “Yes, sir,” he echoed, mocking and sincere at once.
Adrian pressed me down onto the bed, my body guided by hands I couldn’t see—Viktor’s strength, Adrian’s command. The mattress dipped under Viktor’s weight as he crawled behind me, caging me in, one huge hand splayed across my lower back to pin me. I could feel the heat of him, cock already leaking, balls heavy and hot against my ass.
His voice was right in my ear, rough and possessive. “So pretty like this. You don’t fight, you just tremble. You want to be used, little one?”
Adrian’s laughter was low and dark. “He does. And you—Viktor, show him how good obedience can feel.”
Viktor’s hands roamed over my hips, kneading my ass, squeezing until I gasped. “Relax for me,” he murmured, running a calloused palm up my thigh, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. “Let us take everything. You want it—don’t lie.”
I whimpered, arched into his touch, blind and desperate.
Viktor nudged his cock between my cheeks, teasing, making me squirm. “Feel how hard you make me?” His hand slid beneath me, wrapping around my own cock, squeezing. “So eager, even when you’re helpless.”
Adrian leaned in, breath hot at the back of my neck. “He’s beautiful like this, Viktor. All yours for now. Don’t be gentle.”
Viktor growled—hungry, satisfied. “Never gentle. Not for you.” He thrust against me, letting me feel his length, his balls slapping heavy against my ass. “You take it, yes? Take what we give you.”
Adrian’s hands tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so his mouth could devour my moans, swallowing every sound. “Noah,” he murmured, voice honey-thick, “you’ll beg before I let you come. For me. For him. You want it that much?”
“Yes—God, yes,” I whispered, shaking.
Viktor’s mouth found my shoulder, teeth scraping. “Good boy. Scream if you need. No one will help you.” There was dark promise in his tone—cruel, but almost tender. “We will ruin you together.”
Adrian knelt in front of me, his fingers ghosting over my lips, then trailing down my throat, chest, stomach. He took his time, letting the anticipation build until I was shivering with need.
Adrian’s thumb pressed down, parting my lips. “Open up.”
I obeyed, breath trembling. Adrian leaned in and let a thick strand of spit fall straight onto my tongue.
Viktor’s grip tightened on my jaw, turning my head just enough so his face was above mine. “You like it messy?” he rasped, before spitting directly into my open mouth, the taste of both of them mixing on my tongue, making me dizzy with humiliation and want.
Adrian’s voice was dark silk: “Swallow.”
I did, throat working, every nerve alight.
“Open your mouth,” Adrian commanded, sliding his cock past my lips, controlling the depth with one hand tangled in my hair. The other hand caressed my jaw, his touch both possessiveand gentle. Viktor kissed along my spine, teeth grazing my skin, making me moan around Adrian’s cock.
Adrian withdrew, leaving me gasping, spit slicking my lips. “Viktor, get him ready.”
Viktor’s hands were on me instantly, spreading my cheeks wide, rough fingers digging into my flesh. I felt the cool slip of lube as he worked it in, one thick finger breaching me with almost no warning—a jolt that made me gasp and arch back against him. He twisted, worked me open, scissoring his fingers, the burn blooming into slick, molten pleasure.
“Take it,” Viktor growled, accent rough, breath hot against the small of my back. “Open up, pretty boy. You want to be filled, da? You take what I give.”
He pressed in deeper, another finger sliding alongside the first, making my hips twitch. His grip on me was bruising—possession written in every touch. When I whimpered, he leaned in, tongue tracing my spine, his low laugh vibrating against my skin. “You’re so tight for me. Not used to this, huh? Adrian spoils you. I make you work for it.”
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.