Feral (Darkly Ever After, #5)

by Mila Crawford

I’m not sure when my fascination with knives started, but somewhere along the way, it consumed me.

I became consumed with marking my lovers and tethering them to me in blood.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it when we tag team you.”

“I’m not sure I like my odds. Two against one isn’t very sporting.” “Don’t worry, Az. We both know Cyrus can’t keep up. Think of him as a pity fuck.” Cyrus growls as he grabs Zeke’s hips and tugs him until his back is flush with his chest. “That’s not what you were saying when my cock was deep in your tight little ass. If I remember correctly, you were crying about how it was so fucking big. My favorite was when you screamed, ‘Keep giving it to me, Daddy.’” Cyrus gyrates his hips, mimicking Zeke. “‘Pound my little fuck hole. Make me feel so good, Daddy. Oh, Cyrus, that’s it, I’m gonna come. Just like that.’”

“You better run, Hellcat, because I’m hard as fuck and itching to punish your holes.”

The toe of Cyrus’s booted foot scrapes along my cheek before he places it on my neck, restricting my ability to breathe. “You know what to do if it becomes too much. Blink twice if you understand.”

“Good fucking girl. Remember, Hellcat, we may fuck you like you’re nothing but our dirty little whore, but you’re the queen of our universe.”

“That’s it, baby. Show Daddy what a cock hungry whore you are, pretty girl. Look at how well you’re choking for me. Such a good girl.”

“I live for danger,” I whisper, arching my hips toward him. “But I’m also a vengeful bitch. Know this, Lev; one day, you’ll crawl like a dog for me to fuck you this way.” When he arches an eyebrow, I lock eyes with him. “Remember, you gifted me the other gun that goes with this pair.”

“Why does she smell like that?” Kathy Markson sneered. Kathy Markson should talk. She farted once in the second grade, and it was like a three-month-old fish curled up with a carton of rotten eggs.

“I’m Ezekiel, but you can call me Zeke.” She pointed to her chest. “Azadeh. English no good, but learning. Nice meet you, Ze-eck.” Usually, I wanted to bust someone’s lip for fucking up my name, but she could’ve called me a hot pile of shit, and I would’ve been happy as long as it meant she kept talking to me. I wanted to know everything about her.

“You speak a language other than English?” Azadeh nodded. “Yes, Persian.” “Persian like the cat?” She laughed at my question, and I swear I saw angels appear. Okay, not really, but I wouldn’t be shocked if they did.

Bending, I trace my tongue along the indented flesh of his thigh until I get to his hard cock, pointing straight to the ceiling. Cyrus fists his hand in my wet hair as he pulls me closer to the tip of his dick. “You know if you wake me up like this, my ass will become a morning person too.”

In Persian, you don’t simply say, “I miss you.” You say, “Jaye shoma Kahliyeh,” which means your place is empty. Azadeh not being here has left a void that nothing and no one can ever fill.

But we all knew why we stayed frozen in time. It was so a pretty girl with long black hair always had a place to call home.

Since we were kids, Zeke had bent until he broke so I could walk an easier road without fear of falling.

“I was thinking about how hot it’s gonna be watching you slit some throats. We should bang on that. Not so much into the whole blood scene, but I’d walk on the wild side for you, Hellcat.”

Lev growls again in some sort of barbaric warning. I guess chicks are supposed to dig that shit, but it’s annoying as fuck. What dude walks around growling like a wolf or a bear, some dumb forest animal?

“You feel so good, baby boy. So fuckin’ good. How does it feel knowing I’m going to unload all my cum and watch it leak out of your tight ass?” “Fuck,” Zeke said through clenched teeth. “You’re so fuckin’ big.” I thrust into him. “You’re being”—thrust—'“such a good”—thrust—“little”—thrust—“ass whore.”

Religion isn’t evil, not by itself. If you take lessons from the texts, it could be a form of enrichment. It can help be a moral compass of sorts, but as soon as religion becomes an obsession, it morphs into poison, and that’s when it becomes lethal to anyone who adheres to it. This is why so many people rage against it.”

She looks pissed. The sex is gonna be good. She gets crazy when she fucks mad. Like, batshit. God, I hope she pulls the knife on me.

“You’re the air I breathe, Azadeh,”

Fuck, she’s so cute when she’s mad. I’ve been thinking about all the ways I can get her to fuck me right now.

“Nah, pretty boy. If anyone is going to suck on a soother tonight, it’ll be you.” I slap him on the face with my dick. “Say ah.”

“You’ve forgotten your manners, Cyrus. What should we do about that? Should we tie you up and make you watch as Zeke fucks me while calling you a pathetic little boy? Maybe if you beg nice and long for me, I’ll let his cum drip into your pathetic cum-guzzling mouth.”

I start to speak, but my words are muffled as she lowers herself over my face, and I taste the sweetness of her pussy. There are a million ways a man can die, but being suffocated by this woman’s cunt may be the ultimate way to go. That would be a bitchin obituary: Pyromaniac Cyrus Porter Dies While Eating His Favorite Meal.

“In all the years I’ve known you, Az, I’ve never heard you ask me for anything. It’s shocking how much I enjoy hearing you plead in that whispering tone. You know you’re my queen, and I’ll always worship you. I’d kneel like a dog for you, the knight ready to die at your command. But hearing you beg does something to me. Something dark and depraved that wants to dominate you until you’re on the cusp and can’t take anymore.”

“Such a good girl. You feel that, Az? How deep I’m in your perfect little pussy?” I yank her hair until she turns her head. “That’s it, Princess. Look at me while I fuck my tight little cunt. You belong to us, Azadeh. Go off and fight, save all those lives, and make the world right. Do what you need to do. But know this, baby girl, your wet little hole will only ever be for us. You belong to us.”

“I’m going to pound in this cunt so hard and cum so deep in you. Maybe I’ll put babies in you, Az, to keep you tethered to us. What do you think about that, pretty girl? I’ll force you to stay. Tie you to a bed so we can breed you. Load after load of cum until your belly is big with our child. You can justify abandoning us to save the world, but would you be able to deprive your child of your love?”

“We need you. We desperately need you. When you come home, we’re whole. Then you leave, and the darkness takes over, Az. You’re our fucking light, don’t you see that? Fuck, Lev took Mona because he needed you. He fuckin’ needed you, and you weren’t here.”

He smiles as if he can see me and quickens his thrusts into Azadeh, his thumb deep in her ass. My mouth waters as saliva falls from Azadeh’s mouth, sliding down her nipples and falling onto Cyrus’s forehead.

“Fuck, baby girl,” Zeke groans. “It’s hot watching you take what you want. I think before I fuck that tight little pussy again, I’m gonna need you to cum for me. Ride that tongue until you drip into Cyrus’s mouth. You know how much he loves cum, baby. Be a good girl and give it to him.”

“Get her on the bed. I want her slutty legs up, and that pussy open nice and wide. You’re going to be a good boy, Zeke, and fuck my dirty slut until she screams. And I’m going to fuck your ass until you cum deep inside her.”

“I’m gonna fuck this tight little pussy. Fuck you up against the wall. Once this tight cunt is full of my cum, I’m going to put you on the bed and open your legs so Lev can zoom in and watch me leak out of you.”

Grabbing Azadeh’s black leather purse, he removes the stainless-steel tube. Extracting the straw from inside it, he moves behind Zeke and parts his ass with one hand. Bending, he inserts the metal straw in Zeke’s ass and closes his mouth over the other end. Jesus fuckin’ Christ, he’s sucking the cum out.

“Looks like this turned into a party after all,” Cyrus says as he pulls out his zippo. The guy screams as Cyrus holds a flickering flame against his face, and his flesh burns. “Azadeh, what do you think about me starting a perfume business? There has to be a market for Eau de Burned Flesh.” He bends and sniffs the man’s cheeks. “Even this piece of shit now smells divine.”

“Dude, I thought you were the smart one. Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve played along. Now she’s gonna make you beg like a puppy until she forgives you.” Lev shrugs, a sly smile on his lips. “I’d beg your sister until the end of time if it meant she’d be by my side.”

“I don’t think you deserve to feel good. You’ve been a bad fucking whore by keeping your filthy fuck holes away from me. You’re gonna have to earn your orgasms, slut.”

“Well, what do we have here?”

“Well, when two people like each other, sometimes it makes their private parts tingle,” I explain as if talking to a five-year-old. “Azadeh is elevating the accumulation of cum in my balls.”

“Fuck, baby boy,” Zeke says, his voice a mixture of a purr and a growl. “That’s it, baby, take that cock all the way. Good boys know how to deepthroat, don’t they?”

“Fuck,” Cyrus grunts. “Open your mouths. Show us the cum.” Azadeh and I open our lips, displaying the cum in our mouths. “Kiss. Swap that cum. Show us how dirty our whores are. But don’t you swallow a drop.”

“What’s your safe word, cum dump?”

amazing. Do a good job, and I’ll let you lick my pussy all night. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? To sleep between my legs and have a little snack every time you wake up, my little pussy licking slut.” My

“That’s it, baby boy. Show me how much you love to eat my pussy. Yes, use your tongue. You’re so good at this. I’m going to come. I’m going to give my good boy a wet treat.”

“Zeke made me walk around all morning with the plug,” Lev says. “He fucked me and then plugged up his cum. He’s been filling me with cum for the last week.”

“Take my dick, slut. Milk my cock like the good little ass slut you are.”