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“Like fuck you have,” Tor snapped, and I jumped at the proximity of his voice. “And like fuck she has. Her plan is obviously to use Cat against Death, but Cat would never do anything to hurt him. Or us. She isn’t like that.”
“Nightmare won’t give her a choice,” I laughed, my chest tightening when Tor walked around me and stopped with inches between us.
“We’re already winning, because she’s our girl, and she’s on our side. She’s scared of Nightmare but not of us. That bitch isn’t going to win this time, Miz.”
She would. She always did. I stiffened, harsh words on the tip of my tongue, but they eddied into nothing, my mind emptying when Tor grabbed my cock through my loose black pants.
“And you are not fucking losing me,” Tor said with enough gravel in his voice that my stomach twisted.
I swallowed. “I’m sorry.”
Death expelled a hard breath against my neck, then brushed another kiss to my pulse. “Our bond is unbreakable. Fuck whatever Nightmare has planned.”
But I could still smell her—peaches and cream and smug satisfaction at stealing the men I loved.
Tor squeezed my cock, reading the thoughts on my face, and my stomach hollowed. “Do you need a reminder, Misery, of just who you belong to—and who belongs to you?”
A roaring silence started in my head, my walls obliterated. My fears tripped off my tongue before I could stop them. “Are you angry at me? Do you hate me now, because I don’t want her?”
“Fuck no,” Tor replied, slipping his hand under the waistband of my trousers to close his hot hand around my cock. I hissed a sharp breath at the grip. “We’re worried as shit about you, but we’re not mad at you.”
A knot unwound in my chest. I swallowed. “Okay. Please—” But I didn’t know what I needed or how to even ask for it. “Tor,” I whispered, a broken gasp.
“I know this is new, and we’ve never all been interested in the same woman before,” he said, stroking his hand up and down my cock. My mouth fell open on a groan. “But,” he continued, “she’s not about to come between us. Well, unless she literally comes between us.”
He winked. I couldn’t help but laugh even as hatred for her filled my chest. I was so angry, so tired, so… bitter.
Tor slammed his mouth into mine, his eyes especially dark as he forced my lips apart and claimed my tongue with rough strokes and violent sucks. My heart quickened when he ripped open the button of his jeans and pulled his own cock free, the veins wrapping his length fucking beautiful, the curve to it destructive when it was inside me.
Tor grasped my cock and thrust his own along my length, and all thoughts of the sweet, enticing scent wrapped around my men melted away. When he dragged his mouth from mine to haul down air, Death caught my chin and turned my face for a deep, plundering kiss that made me whine and buck, frantic for more of his aniseed taste, driving my cock faster against Tor’s.
“Fuck, Miz,” Tor grunted, stroking our cocks harder, his fat tip grazing a sensitive area that made me gasp into Death’s mouth. He swallowed the sound with a deep, approving noise.
“Such a pretty fucking cock throbbing for me, dripping all over me.” Tor groaned. “You’re wound so tightly today, my Misery. Think you’ll come so hard your knees give out?”
I nodded frantically, my hips bucking when Death kissed harder, trying to own every part of me as if I didn’t already belong to him.
Please don’t stop, I wanted to beg, but even when I was forced to haul down air, parting from Death, I couldn’t string the words together. My body buzzed with pleasure, heat roiling through my cock, making my balls tighten.
“Tor,” I managed to gasp, my head thrown back on Death’s shoulder as Tor dragged his cock along mine, gripping us tighter so the pressure made me strain against him, frantic, needy.
Death’s warm hands slid around my hips, one pausing there to grip me fiercely while another continued lower. A rough breath punched from my chest when he gripped my balls, squeezing, massaging.
“You belong to us, Misery,” Tor said suddenly, gruffly. “You can never escape. No matter how far you run, we will hunt you down and drag you back. You’re etched on my fucking soul, and I’d rather kill you than lose you.”
My eyes slammed shut, breaths coming as fast pants. I was his. He’d rather kill me than lose me. He’d never let me go.
“Try to run,” Death dared, the hand at my hip caressing a path up my body. I jerked when his hand closed around my throat. Hard. “Try to leave, Misery. See what happens. See how we react to losing what is ours.”
I shuddered between them, struggling to catch a breath, my balls swelling, my cock full of impatient fire. They both claimed me. Owned me. It was all I needed to cry out and find release, my cock frantic in Tor’s hand, throbbing against his hard length, covering us both in cum.
Death’s hand tightened around my throat. A strangled, breathy whine crawled up my airway and broke free, another wave of pleasure hitting so hard my legs buckled.
Tor laughed as they both followed me to the floor in the foyer, but he didn’t stop thrusting his cock along mine for a damn second.
“Tor,” I begged, my eyes crossing, stomach hollowing as I sucked in a wild breath.
“No,” he replied, husky and rough. “You doubted us, Miz, so you’ll pay the price. You get to stop coming when I come.” He leaned closer to kiss my cheek and breathed, “And I think I’ll last a long, long time this morning.”
