Page 95 of Vengeful Melodies

Bash has her thighs pinned wide, his mouth glued to her swollen clit, his tongue slow, deliberate, torturous.

“Fuck, Songbird,” he murmurs against her. “You taste like every dream I’ve ever had.”

Takoa holds her head in both hands now, guiding her, his expression unreadable—tight with control, but his jaw clenched like he’s barely hanging on. His cock slides in and out of her mouth in smooth, punishing strokes, her throat spasming every time she gags around him.

“Eyes on me,” he growls softly. “You’re doing so well, Muse. My perfect girl.”

She moans again around him, the sound reverberating down his length. I can tell by the way his hips stutter that it nearly undoes him.

Alix grips her hips harder, fingers digging bruises into her soft skin as he slams into her over and over, lost in the slick heat of her. I see it—his head thrown back, hair sticking to his damp forehead, mouth parted as curses fall from his lips in a breathless chant of her name.

“Darlin’, you’re takin’ me like you were built for this,” he rasps. “Fuckin’ tight little ass—God, I’m not gonna last.”

My hand moves instinctively, gripping the base of my cock, still half-hard and aching just from watching them destroy her so beautifully. Her body sways between them like a plaything crafted for worship, and she gives—God, she gives so much.

She deserves to be worshipped.

And we do. Each in our own way.

Alix groans deep, his thrusts growing erratic. “Gonna fill up this tight ass of yours, sweetheart,” he gasps. “Gonna fucking ruin you.”

Takoa pulls out of her mouth, stroking his cock over her lips now, letting her gasp and suck in air, her cheeks soaked with tears, spit trailing down her chin. But she still moans, still begs, even with no words.

“Open wide,” he orders.

She does.

Takoa paints her tongue in thick ropes, groaning as her lips wrap around the head of his cock, swallowing everything he gives her.

Alix thrusts once more—hard, deep—and he spills into her with a broken sound, collapsing over her as he presses kisses to her back, to her shoulder, to the side of her neck.

“You’re ours,” he whispers. “Fuck, Dreya. You’re fuckin’ ours.”

Bash finally comes up for air, his lips glistening, his eyes wild.

“Mine next,” he growls.

I lean in, brushing her hair back, cupping her cheek as her eyes flutter open, dazed and soaked in bliss.

“You still with us, Siren?” I whisper.

She nods. Barely able to let the words slip past her swollen lips, a soft shaky smile graces her mouth.

She’s trembling now, caught in the thick of it—soaked and stretched.

Alix is the first to pull out, breath ragged, lips brushing her spine as he murmurs praise into her skin. Takoa slips free of her mouth next, her lips raw and shining, her eyes dazed and glassy with bliss. He strokes her cheek, thumb trailing across her jaw with a tenderness that borders on dangerous. “Good girl,” he whispers. “Still with us?” And she is.

Barely.

But she nods.

Then Bash rises behind her, already naked, already hard, his cock thick and glistening with precum as he strokes it lazily.

“My fuckin’ turn,” he mutters with a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. There’s something feral there now, something hungry and unhinged. “I’ve been patient, Songbird.” I watch as he carefully lifts and turns her over, letting Alix slip from beneath her carefully.

He kneels behind her, gripping her hips with inked hands that tremble—not with nerves, but restraint. He looks at me first, then Alix, then Takoa. We don’t speak, but we don’t have to.

Bash lines himself up behind her soaked entrance, still slick from me and Alix. He pushes in slowly, carefully, but his control slips the second he’s halfway in—her body tight around him, sucking him in like she was made for him too.