Page 96 of Vengeful Melodies

“Fuck me,” he breathes out, head falling forward. “You felt this too? She’s still fuckin’ tight.”

Dreya gasps, her fingers digging into the couch cushion as he bottoms out with one hard thrust. The sound that leaves her throat is filthy—a choked, broken whimper that makes all of us groan.

“She’s shaking,” Alix murmurs from beside me, his hand sliding down to massage her thigh. “But she wants it. Don’t you, Darlin’?”

Bash grips her hair, yanking her head back just enough to look down at her face.

“Say it,” Bash growls. “Say you want me.”

Her voice is strained, barely a whisper. “I want you… all of you.”

Bash slams into her again, harder this time, the couch jerking beneath them.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Bash praises.

Bash sets a brutal rhythm, hips snapping forward with reckless force, his balls slapping against her soaked core as the sound of it echoes through the RV like a goddamn beat. Bash leans over her, biting down on her shoulder as he fucks her mercilessly, dragging more moans from her swollen, spit-slicked mouth.

Takoa stands close, one hand on her throat, thumb brushing softly over her pulse like he’s grounding her. Alix strokes her hair, kissing her temple between every moan. I’m beside her, hand in hers, squeezing tight every time Bash drives in deep enough to steal the breath from her lungs.

“You’re takin’ me so fuckin’ well, Songbird,” Bash pants. “Tight little cunt… God, I’m gonna lose it.”

She clenches again, her whole body locking up beneath him.

“Let go,” I whisper against her ear. “Come for him. Come with us watching.”

Bash lets out a ragged cry, then groans loud, body stiffening as he spills inside her, hips grinding deep one last time. Making sure every single drop goes where it belongs.

He collapses forward, panting against her back, one arm still around her waist like he can’t let go.

She’s trembling—sweat-slick, flushed, and so fucked out she can barely hold herself upright. But she’s not done.

Not yet.

Bash is still inside her, buried deep as he kisses her shoulder in broken gasps, his body spent but his hand never leaving her skin. Alix strokes her back, whispering something low againsther spine that sounds like worship. Takoa’s fingers are still on her throat, grounding her with that eerie calm he always carries, like he’s watching the storm and daring it to break.

And me?

I’m right in front of her. Heart racing. Cock hard again just from watching.

She lifts her head slowly, her eyes locking onto mine—glazed with tears, smeared makeup, and that wild, unfiltered need I’ve never seen on anyone else.

I cup her face with both hands, my thumbs brushing along the corners of her mouth. “Come for us, Siren,” I whisper. “You’ve taken all of us. Now let go. Let us feel it.”

Takoa leans down, kissing her jaw, his voice low and deliberate. “You’ve earned this, Muse. Come apart in our hands.”

Bash pulls out slowly with a groan, and Alix shifts behind her, sliding his hand between her thighs, two fingers slipping into her drenched cunt with ease—our cum still dripping from her, leaking down her thighs, coating all of us in the proof of what we’ve done.

“Still so fucking tight,” Alix murmurs, curling his fingers up. “You’re gonna explode, Darlin’. Just let it take you.”

Then Bash kneels between her legs, tongue out again, licking her clit with soft, slow circles as Alix fucks her with his fingers. I kiss her—soft at first, then harder when she moans into my mouth, her nails clawing at my arms as her hips start to roll.

She's close.

So fucking close.

Her breath catches, chest heaving, and I see it—that final unraveling beginning to take hold.

“She’s shaking,” Bash says against her, his voice reverent. “She’s right there.”