Page 40 of Wicked Beasts (Lament Princess #1)

Thirty-Nine

D r. Shadow begins undoing his pants as I get on my knees. He replaces me at the center of the bed, his back pressed against the frame as he strokes his massive cock.

“Let’s see what that pretty mouth of yours can do,” he says.

He leans forward and grabs me by the throat, letting his thumb drag my lower lip down.

“I want you to be a drooling mess for me.” He guides me to his cock, and I quickly wet my lips with my tongue just before teasing the tip.

Dr. Shadow sinks back against the bed frame as I let his cock press through my lips, slowly.

His dark gaze is locked on mine challengingly.

I break his gaze as I bow to my work. A sense of determination washes over me.

I want his eyes to roll back in pleasure.

I want him to moan for me . I kiss the tip of his cock before dragging my tongue down his shaft until it glistens with precum and saliva.

Tristan pleasures me from behind, one hand gripping and squeezing at my ass while his other teases my soaking clit. I moan as he slips two fingers inside me, plunging deep—in and out—as I drool over Dr. Shadow.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

He lifts his gaze and nods at Tristan. Suddenly, I feel the pressure of Tristan’s engorged cock against me.

Instinctively, I push back against him, feeling his hard length fill me.

I spread my knees further apart as I feel his hands grip my waist, pushing himself deeper.

“Fuck…” is the only thing that manages to escape my mouth as he delivers slow, deliberate strokes. Tristan’s hand slides from my waist and over my stomach before diving deep between my legs to tease my clit as he starts to quicken his pace.

Dr. Shadow grabs a fistful of my hair and guides his cock back into my panting mouth, silencing my moans as he buries it between my lips.

My hands grasp at the silk sheets, struggling to hold myself up as I am overcome with the dual assault on my body.

My thighs tremble with every pound of Tristan slamming into me while Dr. Shadow buries himself down my throat, their movements in perfect synchronicity.

Tristan grabs my wrist and pins it down against my lower back as he delivers powerful thrusts.

Dr. Shadow’s twitches and pulsates, and I feel the warmth of his hot cum fill the insides of my throat as he lets go, burying his cock with one last, forceful thrust. His cock slips from my lips as he lays back on the bed, his gaze wandering over the mess of me.

My body tightens and begins to convulse as Tristan delivers his final blows.

He slams into me from behind, and I arch my back, a loud moan escaping my sopping lips.

I feel my face growing hot again from the shame and arousal of Dr. Shadow watching intently as I come undone, his eyes locked on my breasts bouncing with every thrust. My lips part as I reach my peak, and Tristan sprays his load in spurts.

Tristan kisses my shoulder softly before I topple forward in front of Dr. Shadow, trying to catch my breath, and Tristan slips out of me with a wet plop.

I curl on the bed and reach for Dr. Shadow, but he gets up and pulls on his pants.

He looks immaculate, as though I hadn’t just drooled all over him.

His hair is still perfect, his shirt hardly wrinkled.

He leaves almost immediately, slipping away like the very thing he is named after, but Tristan remains, lingering at my side.

My body twitches and bucks with the aftershock of pleasure and… horror? Guilt?

His fingers brush through my damp hair, tucking it gently behind my ear before pressing a soft kiss to my temple. He is loving and kind, just as I imagined him to be.

“Such beauty,” he murmurs, his touch tender as he traces the curve of my cheek, his fingers skimming down to caress my jaw.

Our eyes lock for a brief moment, a quiet connection, before his gaze drops, lingering on my lips with a hunger that feels both patient and inevitable.

I can feel my heartbeat quicken as I slowly close my eyes.

I expect the press of his kiss against my lips, but it never comes.

I wake alone in bed, my breath shallow and uneven, confusion clouding my mind.

It takes a few moments for the haze to lift, for me to realize it was all just a dream.

Yet, my body betrays me—a dull ache between my legs, as if the sensations were real, as if I’d truly lived them, felt them.

I feel a sharp pang of betrayal, my own mind taunting me with pleasures that feel impossibly out of reach.

How cruel, to be given such vivid fantasies, only to be left with nothing but the hollow echo of insatiable desire.

Quickly, I get up and put on a nightshirt, as if my bareness was the cause of my arousal.

Perhaps it was, with the silk sheets brushing up against my chest during the night.

Frustration swells within me as I climb back into bed, irritated by the dampness between my legs and the sticky pool of drool on my pillow.

The remnants of the dream cling to me uncomfortably, leaving me both physically unsettled and emotionally disoriented.

I should have known better than to entertain the idea, especially between two brothers who seem to despise each other.

For what reason? I still don’t know. A heavy ache settles in my chest as I think about what Dr. Shadow could have possibly done to Tristan to make him unwell.

I still don’t have any answers to any of my questions, and I can’t help but wonder if I ever will, or if all of this will remain a mystery.

I can't keep letting these thoughts consume me. I can't keep spiraling into them.

But as the weight of my exhaustion pulls me back into a slumber, the frustration fades, and my mind finally quiets.