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“I think our cute little succulent is done with breakfast,” Tor observed, a slow smile spreading across his face, soft brown eyes dancing. He crooked a finger. “Come over here, pussy cat.”
I groaned at the name. First Death used it and now it was catching. But I turned on Death’s lap, ignored my squirming nerves, and kissed him chastely before hopping off his lap to obey Tor. You’d think with all the things they’d done to my body, I’d be bolder around them, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. I couldn’t help moments of self-consciousness. Dream Cat was a work in progress.
Death’s arm hooked my waist and pulled me back, his lips catching mine for a deep, plundering kiss that made me groan. He set down my coffee and a soft pulse shot through my clit at the rough, beastly sound in his throat as we kissed, the throb stronger with every sinuous sweep of his tongue.
When he released me, I was throbbing and wet.
“Go to Tor, little one,” he said, and spilled darkness and magic across the table as I walked around it, clearing some of the plates and bowls of food.
“You better have one of those kisses for me,” Torment said, rising from his chair to meet me, surrounding me with the heady scent of sandalwood and amber.
I groaned when his lips met mine, rougher, more demanding than Death’s. His hands moulded to my ass, wrenching my hips flush to his, and another moan shuddered from my tongue to his as his cock pushed insistently at my stomach.
“Mine,” he breathed against my lips. “Fucking mine.”
His possessiveness caressed my soul like his hands caressed my body, now wandering up my ass to my hips. I yelped in surprise when he spun me suddenly, pushing me flat to the table Death had cleared. A shudder went all the way through me, cold chasing down my arms and up the backs of my thighs. Oh god, yes.
Crazy how I’d gone years without good sex, and now I’d had a taste of it, I couldn’t get enough. It was a craving. An addiction that dream Cat wasn’t going to fight.
“So fucking beautiful spread out for your husband,” Tor groaned, his hands slipping under Miz’s shirt and flipping it up so my ass was bared, my pussy bare and already dripping. “My pretty, needy, perfect wife.”
His praise filled me with warmth, made me squirmy with butterflies. I glanced across the table, searching for Death, and my breath caught when I found him sitting regally in the dark chair, his hand wrapped around his thick cock, the head weeping like my pussy wept with aching need.
“Our pretty, needy, perfect wife,” he corrected with a smile, his caramel voice a little huskier than before. His smoky eyes held mine, the prolonged contact making my butterflies swarm faster, like they were frantic to get out, to get closer to him. I didn’t blame them. “Are you gonna be a good girl and take Tor’s cock, little one?”
I felt the words across my skin, felt them deep inside me as I clenched, arousal dripping from me. “Yes,” I breathed, and because it wasn’t enough, because I needed more and more and so much more, I blurted, “I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”
Tor’s hands stroked up my back under my stolen shirt, and maybe he sensed how frantic and desperate I was—desperate to please but also to keep them, to never let them go—because he murmured, “Shh, I’ve got you. I’ve got what you need, wife.”
Tor’s hand returning to my hip was the only warning he gave before he traced his cock around my dripping entrance and glided inside. The curve to his shaft raked his tip over my inner muscles, making him seem even bigger, and when he reached a sensitive spot, my hips jerked. The motion buried him all the way, and I moaned so loudly I didn’t realise he’d made an answering sound, his body bowing over mine on the table.
“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he moaned, hands splaying on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart so he—oh, fuck, so he could see where he stroked in and out of me, first in shallow thrusts and then deeper, longer, harder. I tried to keep my head up, tried to keep my eyes on Death, but Tor breathed, “You’re too fucking good, Cat, I can’t take how insane you feel wrapped around me,” and my head dropped to the table as sensations overwhelmed me.
“Tor,” I breathed, my voice edging towards a whine at those slow, rough thrusts, each one dragging a moan from him, the noises growing loud enough to echo off the kitchen’s vaulted ceilings. “Oh, god.”
“That’s it, Beautiful,” he panted, teeth scraping over my throat, his whole body covering me, “praise your god.”
My hips jolted, obscene wet sounds coming from my pussy as his cock slammed into me, not hard enough to hurt but rough enough to make my whole body shivery.
“So,” he murmured, dragging kisses down my back now, tearing Miz’s shirt off my body. “Fucking.” His lips mapped the curve of my spine, body sliding down mine. “Mine.”
He lifted off me and grasped my hips so fast that I was moving before I realised what was happening. His cock slipped out of me for a second, but then I was on my back on the table, cups rattling at the other end, and he was driving back into me with a feral look on his sharply beautiful face, and that curve to his shaft—
My back arched, but that only made everything sharper, even more sensitive. He hit my weak spot over and over, quickening his pace now, his warm coffee eyes flashing each time he sank inside me.
“My Cat,” he rasped, his stare fixed obsessively on my face. “My wife. My cunt. Every inch of you is fucking mine.”
My whole body locked in its arch and then I was coming, my inner walls locking around his cock, frantic to hold him inside even as Tor kept fucking me, dragging out my climax until I couldn’t bear it anymore. He kissed me to muffle my pleas and fucked me until my eyes crossed, until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t control my hands as they scratched at him, frantic for more, for less, for everything.
“Do you want my cum, wife? Gonna fill up this beautiful fucking pussy with every drop in me.” His voice strangled, thrusts erratic now. “Gonna mark you with my scent, fill you with my cum so everyone knows you belong to me.”
“Fuck,” I whimpered, his frantic thrusts and the dirty talk throwing me over the edge into an orgasm that made my toes curl.
Tor let out the sexiest growling whine I’d ever heard, and buried his cock inside me as he came, each powerful throb inside me matched by a tight, breathy cry from the man above me. He was undone, sweaty and glazed-eyed, and that filled me with power. With satisfaction.
His lips found mine, each press and lick coloured with desperation as he shuddered through the last few throbs, clinging to me like he couldn’t bear it.
“Stay right where you are,” Death ordered softly, his footsteps the only sound other than Tor’s and my strained breaths. I couldn’t have moved if I tried—my legs were jelly, my whole body made of the same substance. My eyelashes fluttered to half-mast but it was enough to see Tor sweaty and gorgeous as he slowly pulled out of me and dropped into a chair just as Death fell to his knees before me.
