Feral (Darkly Ever After, #5)

by Mila Crawford

“Mmm,” Cyrus moans. “I love eating this fucking ass. One day, Lev will get over his hangups, and we’ll run a train on your pretty hole, Zeke.” I watch on the screen as Azadeh’s nails dig into Zeke’s back, leaving a trail of blood on his skin. She always draws blood with knives, nails, or her teeth during sex. Sometimes, she licks the blood; others, she steps back and admires her handy work. This particular proclivity garnered her the affectionate nickname of Little Vampire—a name Cyrus occasionally uses instead of Hellcat. Cyrus chuckles as he rises from his knees. He grabs the lube, pops the cap, and pours the liquid on his dick and between Zeke’s ass cheeks. “You think that’s hot, Hellcat? Wait until you see our boy begging for me to fuck his ass until he can’t see straight.” Cyrus lines up his dick. Zeke growls as Cyrus forgoes prep and pushes his cock inside him. “How many inches is it now, baby?” “Fuck, that stings,” Zeke says hoarsely, moaning in pain and pleasure. Cyrus grabs Zeke’s hips and thrusts. “Admit that I’m hung like a motherfuckin’ horse, or I’ll decimate you.” “Is something in my ass?” Zeke asks Azadeh. “I swear Cyrus said he was going to fuck me, but I can’t feel shit. Only mild discomfort of a whiny little bitch talkin’ a big game when he has absolutely no follow through.” Zeke pushes his ass back. “Still trying to find a dick here. Here dicky, dicky. Come here, boy.”