Page 58 of Vengeance and Vipers

I resist, turning my face away so I don’t do it.

‘You see, Iron?’ I hear him mutter. ‘You thought I’d have to force her, but she knows what I am to her, don’t you, lass.’

I mutter something incoherent, wanting more of him, that need to bite him intensifying, but I stop myself.

With a chuckle, he calls me insatiable, pulling me off his now glistening member. Hardly knowing what I’m doing, I mewl for him, afraid he’s not going to continue.

But he hauls me over to the table and pushes me down forwards onto it. The stone surface digs into my sensitive nipples, and I feel him thrust into me from behind. He takes hold of my hair and pulls me upwards to arch my back, setting a harsh pace that makes my core clench as he drives my hips into the table.

‘Harder,’ I plead. ‘Please, Krase.’

I still want to sink my teeth into him, but I can’t now that he has me like this. In my periphery, I see Iron standing close to Krase, watching him fucking me, a look on his face that I can’t discern in my present state.

Krase sees him as well, and he laughs, kicking my legs further apart. ‘Look how her tight pussy stretches around me.’

He smacks me hard on the ass. ‘Show him,’ he commands.

When I don’t immediately do as he says, he slows his thrusts. ‘Do it, or I stop,’ he threatens, and my hands practically fly to my cheeks, pulling myself apart so that Iron can see everything.

‘Good,’ he praises, and I close my eyes in ecstasy as I feel him pistoning into me, driving me higher, hitting all the sweet spots that make me shudder and moan.

‘Please,’ I beg brokenly, ‘I can’t take anymore.’

His pace quickens and my body tenses as I feel the beginnings of pleasure wrapping me up tightly. It takes me to a precipice so high I don’t know what’s going to happen when I fall. I teeter on it for a second before I come with a long scream that Krase doesn’t try to muffle. In fact, I can suddenly feel his male pride at what he’s done, where he’s done it, how, and with whom. But my thoughts are jumbled. All I can do is ride the waves of sensation that he’s drawing from my body, and I hear him roar loudly, heated bursts pulsing into me as he finds his own release, his rhythm becoming erratic.

As I lay boneless on the table, wetness sliding down my thighs, I begin to come back to myself. Pain radiates from my knees when I fell, my legs where they’re digging into the table, my pussy where Krase is still fucking me at his leisure.

Tears leak from my eyes, not sure what just happened, why I wanted Krase so much, why I needed him like that, why my body still seems to want more. I don’t want them to see me like this, but something else inside me revels in it. Who is this person? I’d never been with anyone before the Mountain. Survival was the most important thing. Isn’t it still? Why do I want these demons to touch me? Hold me? Why do I crave them? Why do I care about them? They’re supes. I know better. What the hell is wrong with me?

The feel of Krase’s body leaving mine and the cold breeze dancing over my skin chills me. I shiver, confused and suddenly so alone. A hiccupping sob bubbles out of me. I clamp my mouth shut immediately.

But the damage is done.

‘What’s wrong with her?’ I hear Krase ask.

He sounds more himself now. Guess he fed.

Conflicting emotions getting the better of me, I stay where I am, pushing away the connection I now have with Krase, wishing they’d forget about me so I can make my way back to the house through the catacombs and clean myself up before anyone else sees me.

‘I told you not to do it,’ Iron mutters angrily.

Krase has let him out of the fold.

I’m picked up and placed back on the table in a seated position.

I don’t look at them, my eyes trained on the ground. I don’t want to see me anymore, and I feel more tears tracking their way down my cheeks.

I try to stand, but my legs feel like Jello, and they collapse under me.

Iron takes my arm and tries to pick me up, but I slap his hands away.

‘Let me help you,’ he murmurs.

I ignore him, grabbing onto the table and pulling myself up. I make the mistake of glancing up. I see a hardness in Iron’s eyes and, in Krase’s, there’s anger. I cower, looking at the ground again immediately, wrapping my arms around myself, trying to hide from their eyes and their judgments.

‘Please, can you leave?’ I whisper.

Iron turns away with a sigh, and I hear him hit Krase hard.