Page 48 of Fall Before Her Throne

“God fucking damn,” he gasped. Her pussy clamped harder around me while her body made room for him. I let out my own strangled groan, dipping my head to press kisses on her neck while I tweaked her nipples again. Cas fucked her ass slowly at the same time I moved again, and she cried out around Wynn’s cock.

I started mumbling, my head totally gone. “I’m not—I’m not going to last much longer.”

Cas grunted his agreement on her other side, while Wynn’s hand brushed against my curls and his fingers tangled in them.

“Swallow every drop, darling,” Wynn gasped. His fingers moved from the back of my head to cup my cheek, and I sucked his thumb into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. “Fuck, Ciel. I’m going to come so hard.”

Cas thrust into Leona’s ass while I rubbed circles on her clit, all four of us completely lost in each other. When Cas collared her throat from behind and I pinched her clit, she shattered, crying out while a tear slipped down her cheek. Wynn came right after, and she drank up every drop with her eyes locked on him. The flush on his cheeks and the feel of her rippling walls catapulted me right off the edge. Cas followed shortly after, curling around her back to bury himself as deep as he possibly could.

The four of us gasped for air, clutching at each other.

“Break time,” Wynn murmured breathlessly, dragging a finger down her cheek. “We’re not done yet.”

I burst out laughing at the same time she did. The joy bubbling up from my chest warmed me from the inside out.

“Damn, Wynn,” Cas laughed, rolling onto his back and resting his forearm across his face. “Insatiable.”

Wynn ducked down to press a hot kiss to my lips, dragging his tongue across the seam of my mouth. “How could I not be?”

“Besides,” Leona said, her entire body flushed pink. “I don’t remember begging to stop yet.”

“You cheeky little—” Wynn started as he tugged on her arm. “Get up. On your hands and knees.”

Leona laughed. “Hey! I thought this was supposed to be a break!”

He smacked her ass, and she yelped. When she was in position, he lined up behind her and slipped inside again with a heavy moan.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t breathe.” He twirled her hair around his hand and tugged. “We’re all going to take our turns. You think your sass is so cute? Let’s see how long you last.”

My eyes went wide for just a moment until she grinned. “Bring it.”

We wrung the next few orgasms out of her body until she begged to stop, barely able to catch her breath from the amount of pleasure we’d taken from her. After a quick, warm shower to rinse off, the four of us crowded together on the bed. Wynn at my back. Leona’s back against my chest. Cas on her other side. It was cramped, but it was warm and perfect. It was home. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Whatever happened, she had us, and that would never change.

14

OBI

“Come with me.”

Volpe sat on a stool in the kitchen, his head in his hands. I’d given us both an hour to cool off before I’d sought him out.

His bleary eyes looked up. “What?”

“Come with me,” I repeated. I didn’t wait for his response. I turned on my heel and led him through the house to the library in the back, where I’d become comfortable working. It didn’t have the extensive collection of books I had back at the penthouse, but I’d rebuild it eventually.

“Are you going to kill me now?” he mumbled as I pushed open the door and walked over to the antique wooden desk. I was pleased that this desk was left behind in the estate. It reminded me of the one I had sourced for the penthouse, but this one was wider and thicker. Studier. Leona and I would enjoy it.

“Are you?” Volpe asked again. His shoulders were tense as he stared out the wide windows and into the darkness beyond.

I picked up the glass of liquor I’d been nursing since Ciel texted the video to our group chat and downed the rest of it. I poured myself another finger.

“If I was going to kill you, I certainly wouldn’t tell you about it in advance.”

He nodded like I had a point. “You are an assassin.”

“The best.”