Page 151 of Veil of Blood and Bone

Helene screams, and I throw up a wall of magic between us and the rest of the house. No one else needs to hear the sounds she makes only for us.

“How does it feel, Monster?” I ask, my voice deep and husky. “How does it taste?”

Forest is barely hanging on. He slides his cock to the back of her throat in time with Nic’s thrusts and I know her pussy squeezes him tight.

They pump harder, faster, the scream blocked in Helene’s throat. And because I’m tired of watching, I slide underneath her, forcing Nic to lift her off her stomach.

“What the fuck—” he starts.

I grin against her pussy, pink and used and glistening. I’ve got the perfect vantage point. “Shut up, Nicholas.”

His thighs press the top of my head as I glide my tongue across her clit. He has to pivot his approach to avoid hitting into me but his shallow thrusts and the tight circling of her bud has Helene losing it.

We’ve turned her into a ball of sensation. Nothing but energy in the dark.

Her moan cuts off, her body trembling and her thighs clutching. I slick my shadows across her breasts and around each hard nipple.

She comes all over Nicholas’s cock and I lick at her desire before he pulls out with a growl, glaring at me. “Cut that shit out.”

Forest isn’t one to wait for permission, either. Seizing the opportunity, he hauls Helene up, positioning her on his lap.

“You’ve had your fun,” he warns. “Now it’s my turn.”

She settles on him, his erection pressed between them.

Forest kisses her deeply, angling her head and holding her where he wants her. She opens for him with another moan, the shudder of her pleasure still shivering like firelight along her skin. I’m on my knees in an instant and kissing those shudders.

Absorbing them into my own body.

He lifts her enough to notch himself at her opening and impale her on his length. She takes it all with a muffled scream.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Adjust to me now.”

Forest works her with a hand settled on the small of her back and the other at her waist. She raises off him before slowly lowering and controlling the rhythm. Her eyes go dark and her mouth opens slightly. Panting. Wanting.

Still unsatisfied.

Still caught in the powerful aftershocks of the memory.

She’s half present and half lost to ecstasy she feels instead of categorizing.

Forest savors each long stroke of his cock into her body, every place where flesh meets flesh. Helene takes him deep and my shadows play, brushing her breasts and tightening her nipples with small bites of pain.

Forest talks dirty to her every time he surfaces from the mess in his head.

“You love the way I fill your tight little cunt. Don’t you? You love it when you’re coming all over me. And when I fill you and drip my cum down those soft thighs...”

There’s a certain filth to it, one I recognize and appreciate. Bravo.

I replace my shadows with my hand, pinching her nipples until she moans. I grip my erection with my other hand and work the length.

It’s been too long for all of us.

“Helene. Helene.”

Forest repeats her name as if he were trying to force the memories back into her, into something she recognizes.

My own orgasm rips through me. I choke the head of my pulsing cock before Forest comes inside of her, holding her in place through the rush.