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“Uh-oh, leather daddy’s mad. As fun as you make getting torn apart look in the ring, I think we’ll take a rain check.”
Raff: Good girl. We’ll be there soon. And babe? Meg: Yeah? Raff: You know we love you, right? I swallowed down the swelling lump in my throat. Meg: Yeah, I know. Raff: That’s good.
His brother started to laugh, his eyes lighting up with wicked glee. “Oh my God. She stabbed you. That’s so fucking hot.”
“What the actual fuck, Rafferty?” I snarled, breaking character at the sheer disbelief that he’d intentionally let me stab him. “Why didn’t you move?” “What, and miss out on getting stabbed by the hottest woman alive?” Riff shook his head. “Yeah right. He’s gonna be jacking off to the memory of this for a while.”
“Look at you. What a perfect little finger puppet you make.”
“These fang marks are insane. Just how big was he, Meg?” A blush stained her cheeks. “Uh… Big.” “How big?” My brows rose at the bend in her tone. I held my hands up with my palms facing each other and slowly pulled them further apart. “Tell me when.” When my arms were stretched out as far as they’d go on either side of my body, I laughed. “Okay, now that’s just scientifically impossible, babe.
“I say we chop it off anyway. We can give Discord a nice new hole to fuck.” At his words, my cock thickened, standing straighter. My brows slid up in surprise, considering how much blood I’d lost. “Damn. Don’t you go taking the credit for that, Death.”
“I fucking love the taste of my brother on you,”
"Such a good little whore. The perfect royal fleshlight."
But fuck me sideways, this motherfucker threw me for a goddamn loop when his free hand dipped into his bandages and pulled back out oozing blood—dripping it all over my cock. He gripped my cock and gave one, two pumps to smear his blood around. The way his thumb tracked one of the veins rendered me speechless.
"Look at you,” he praised. "Taking me so well. Finally, a hole that doesn't split when I fuck it. You'll do nicely as my mate."
“Y–yes. Oh, God.” Daemon captured my chin and wrenched my head sideways. “When you cry out to your god as you cum, you fucking look him in the eye.”
“Suck me out,” he demanded. I wasn’t sure what he meant until Alistair crouched between my legs and brought his mouth back to my dripping center.
“Open for him, Pup. Take what we give you.”
“The hot witch lured all the children with a song. But instead of a witch wanting to suck the youth from children, it’s an ancient shadow monster who’s basically the closest thing to Satan we have, wanting to suck the fear from sex offenders and men who tell women they don’t know to smile.”
The peace was disturbed somewhat when Riff jerked against me. “What the fuck is happening?” I didn’t have to lift my head to see what he was talking about. I grinned. “A hellhound is knotting your asshole.” The incubus cursed, and Daemon laughed. “That’s what you get for getting blood on my carpet, imp.”
