Page 145 of Veil of Blood and Bone

“I’ve missed this so fucking much.”

Does she know what hell it’s been for us? To exist without her?

Her hum vibrates through me, and I pull out. “I’m here, Nicholas.” Tears bead in her eyes.

Wren and I work her at the same time with her tits bouncing. One hand grips Forest and the other claws into the sheets to keep steady.

She arches her back to take both of us further into her, not breaking the connection between the four of us.

“Yes, baby,” Wren whispers. “Use my cock the way you need. Come all over me.”

Helene works me with tongue and teeth, wrapping her lips around me and sucking until the pressure is nearly too much to handle. She releases me with a pop and a cry when Wren’s shadows circle her clit.

I recognize the sound, the way she’s soaking him right now. The way he leaves her no time to recover from his ministrations before he sends her spiraling into another intense orgasm.

Number two.

How far can she go?

Her body responds beautifully, her eyes drifting close. She increases the pressure around me until I’m on the edge. Ready to plummet. My balls tighten. A small moan of displeasure purrs up her throat when I pull free.

We’ll take her apart, one at a time. We’ll remind her with our hands and mouths and cocks of what we were to each other.

I stand to the side while she sucks Forest into her mouth, swallowing a good part of his length before she reaches her limit.

“Yes, that’s it, sweetheart.” He strokes the hair out of her face, smearing her tears. “You know what to do. You know how much I want you.”

Her body answers him, her expression open. Trusting.

She might not have the capacity to voice it, but she does trust us on some intrinsic level.

I grip my cock and work myself in short, sharp pumps. Waiting for Wren to have his fill.

We didn’t start slow. We never do.

He comes with a roar, pulling out at the last moment to drape ropes of cum across her back. The mattress dips when he works himself to completion and shifts away, twisting to watch me move in.

My heart climbs into my throat, those shadows of his like spilled ink, linking us.

Wren slithers beneath her to pull Helene down to him, her glorious pussy against his face, suffocating him. He licks her while she deep-throats Forest.

“Yes, good girl,” I murmur. “Let him drink you down.”

I ache to bury myself inside of her.

The edges of crimson return. The lust is too much.

My mouth waters for a taste.

Control yourself.

Helene snags my gaze again, bobbing on Forest as Wren shoves his tongue into her cunt.

The blush creeps up to her hairline again and her eyes darken to rich emerald.

I want to fuck her within an inch of her life. And if I touch her, she’ll die. I stay quietly behind, watching them, watching her come undone.

She orgasms again, flooding Wren’s mouth with her desire, as Forest throws himself off the edge I’ve denied myself. He grabs her head to keep her in place while he fucks her mouth through his orgasm. Helene swallows him down, gulp after gulp, those beautiful eyes alight with tears.