Page 85 of Vengeful Gods


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“I liked it,” I admit. My eyes flit back over to Raven, who is silhouetted by the forest and glow of the moon.

He chews that piece of information over, glancing at Raven and seemingly putting two and two together. “What parts specifically.”

Oh, god. He’s going to make me come out and say it, much like Raven forced orgasms out of me.

“Being forced.” My pulse flutters wildly and I have to wet my lips before continuing. “I’ve never explored that part of myself before, and while I’ve fantasized about it on my own, I never really thought I’d ever get the chance in person.”

You could slice the air in here; it’s so thick with desire and tension.

“And you enjoyed it.” He states again. No—demands to know.

“It’s fucked up. I guess I’m more broken than you bargained for.” My eyes drop to the side.

That stirs up a hornet’s nest of bristling muscles and clenched jaws. Suddenly there are three men crowding me, each wearing a fierce expression.

“No. It’s not, baby girl.” Ky tugs on a strand of my hair before rubbing it between his finger and thumb. These three all seem to be obsessed with my hair.

“Your mayhem matches ours. Nothing is wrong with you.”

“Who made you think that?” My wolf isn’t touching me freely like the others, but he’s stepped close enough that I can see the scars on his lip and eyebrow. His words are low, sounding out a warning.

Like he’s already planning who he needs to dispose of.

Well, fuck. That’s made me horny for this man all over again.

“No one. I just…”

I don’t know how to finish that statement. After a life of being threatened by my father to sell me to some disgusting sadist who would force themselves on me over and over and over without mercy, it feels like I’m messed up in so many ways, if that is something I actually admit to enjoying.

But that’s the thing, it is these men who make that fantasy come to life in a way that makes my insides light up with desire.

Only these men.

Thorne reads all of that and more in the story playing out behind my eyes. Sliding fingers into my hair, he guides me to look at him and take in all his masculine beauty. Harsh angles caressed lovingly by deep shadows. “Your pleasure belongs to us. No matter what form that comes in. Do you understand?”

There’s a shaky exhale that leaves my body. But I nod, because I do believe that he understands this part of me. “Thank you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Ky has fisted the front of Raven’s shirt, and even though his green eyes are still on me, he’s starting to undress him.

My throat bobs at the sight.

But Thorne still holds near total command over my attention. “Your pleasure is ours to provide.”

He lets go of my hair and uses that hand to slowly knock the straps of my dress off each shoulder. One by one.

“Ours to take when we want to.”

The velvety material slides down my body. Baring me to them completely. My tits are heavy with desire, and my nipples pebble between the glide of the fabric over the sensitive buds now being exposed to the cool air.

“And ours to control.”

With a powerful, veined hand, he cups my breast and pinches one of my nipples. Heat and pain shoot off in a race against ecstasy, darting on a wild course through my bloodstream.

He guides one calloused palm over my bruised hip and proceeds to back me up against the wall of vast windows overlooking the forest. The cold surface presses against the length of my spine, and I’m so small against this vaulted cathedral of glass. Like an ant who might be squashed beneath a heavy boot at any moment.

“Yours,” I murmur. Entranced by the magnetism of this man and completely at his mercy.

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