Page 112 of The Forgotten

“Deacon, turn the mic on so everyone can hear how fucking sexy her cunt is,” Cathal says.

A hand lifts the mic out of Cathal’s pocket, and I turn scarlet as Deacon turns it on and moves it directly by my pussy. The room sits in silence now, with the sounds of my slick echoing around the room.

“The little slut prepped her ass to be fucked,” Cathal chuckles. “Look how well it's stretched. It takes serious concentration to dance as well as she has. I don’t think it’s anything her parents would be proud of us for.”

As the room full of men chuckles, I swallow back a sob from both shame and pain. My stomach twists in anger from being teased, and my pussy clamps down on Cathal’s fingers, demanding more. My thighs are slick covered and messy, painting the picture of a whore that Cathal is describing.

His fingers begin to twist as he stuffs me full, and I mewl as he bounces me on them. My breasts are heavy and flushed, and my back bows as his fingers curl against a bundle of nerve endings that sing with excitement.

“Make her come!” a man yells.

I can hear skin beginning to slap against each other and loud sucking as well. The whores obviously aren’t wasting any time. Cathal pays them well to entertain and this is their only job. Isuppose it's better than my life since I would never choose this for myself.

“Should I?” Cathal asks slyly, never stopping as he finger fucks me. He’s never been interested in my pleasure before, I wouldn’t be surprised if he stopped out of spite. My cunt sucks at his fingers as he shoves them deeper, and I scream as he hurtles me off the cliff of my release.

I think my heat has more to do with this than any talent the alpha possesses, but I’ll never tell him this. Cathal draws out my orgasm, continuing to thrust until the flutters begin to fade. Pulling me up to stand, he forces me to face him as he shoves his fingers into my mouth.

“Clean me up to show your gratitude,” he growls. Sucking and licking, I do as he says, tasting myself as he forces his fingers down my throat. “Up on the bed, now. Present that pussy to my sons. Show them their prize.”

I can’t move until he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and releases my hair. Pulling me around to face the bed, his hand cracks across my ass to force me to move faster. Doing as he says, I get on the bed and lay down with my ass up and head down. The hot slick continues to push out of my holes, and I shiver as it cools against my skin.

“Some of you are already enjoying the whores I’m supplying you with. Please, indulge, enjoy the show my sons are about to provide you with, and those of you who stay the entire time will be rewarded,” Cathal calls out.

What he doesn’t say is that they’ll be witnesses to a crime. I can’t consent, I’m out of my mind with need, and I’m a pet at best. Whatever happens after this isn’t something I want. Cathal is testing them, even I can see that.

The mattress depresses as someone climbs onto it, and an alpha groans.

“Enjoy the gift, my sons,” Cathal says loudly. “She’s begging for it. Make her come often and you’ll satisfy the beast of her heat. She may even thank you for it. She’s too valuable to lose her mind for good.”

There’s a hint of a threat in his words. Everything in front of me whites out as light explodes over my vision when a face is shoved between my thighs. His tongue sloppily runs over my arousal, sucking on my clit hard enough to make me moan.

Maybe it would be better if I lost my mind, trapped there indefinitely. Cathal is never going to let me go.

Chapter

Four

BALOR

My fingers ghostover Róisin’s skin, taking note of how warm it is. I’m not sure of what’s real at the moment. She’s in heat, but does she want to be touched?

Arching her back, she whimpers, and it snaps my control. I’ll ask for forgiveness later, and eat this pretty pussy now.

My large hands pull her asscheeks apart, and I inhale her scent, feeling as if my entire being just got rewired.

“Easy,” Deacon murmurs, joining me on the bed with Dorian. “We’ll talk about it later.”

He knows she’s ours.

Dragging my tongue over her arousal, I make it my mission to help ease her. We’re both prisoners here, she just doesn’t know it. If I don’t do what my father wants, my brothers and I will end up with our brains all over Róisin’s body. She doesn’t need that type of trauma, and then there will be no one around to help her in any way.

Sucking and licking along her sensitive skin, I groan as blackberries and vanilla coat my tongue. Deacon moves towardRóisin’s face, and she scrambles to push herself onto her hands. Opening her mouth, she drops her tongue, begging for his cock without words.

I wonder if she really can’t talk, and make it my mission to make her scream with pleasure.

“I want to watch you knot her!” one of my father’s men yells. While there are a lot of potential business partners in the room, he also invited his closest advisers and friends here tonight in case there was any trouble.

Glancing in his direction, I wonder how he’ll be able to defend anyone with his cock down some whore’s throat.