Page 82 of Fighting My Demons

I sigh, drinking from the bottle again when the bathroom door opens. Xavier steps out and looks over at us, and Blaine runs into the back of him. They both stop and look at us.

"What is wrong now?" Xavier asks.

"Nothing," I answer before Latham could. He turns his eyes back to me and watches me.

"No longer an issue?" Latham asks.

"No, because it's also no longer an option," I tell him sadly.

I can't miss something I never had, right? Gosh, I hope I am right.

Blaine walks over to the table, snatches the bottle from my hand, and looks at it. His towel hangs low on his hips.

"Hoping to get her drunk enough to agree?" Blaine asks, shaking his head when I grip the front of his towel.

Blaine looks down at me, and I untuck the towel, revealing his massive cock.

"Arabella, don't tease me," he says.

I run my tongue up the length of him. He groans, gripping my hair.

“Ari?”

“Willing hurts less?” I ask, and he looks at Latham behind me before nodding.

"It will still hurt, oh god. That will hurt if you stop," Blaine groans when I grip his cock before sucking on it, licking up the side before taking him deeper. His hands fist my hair, and he thrusts into my mouth.

Chapter Forty-Nine

Blaine thrusts into my mouth harder, his grip on my hair nearing painful, yet the saltiness of his skin and the noises he makes only arouse me as I suck on his aroused flesh. It is empowering watching his reactions, the way he chases the release I am offering him. My hands run up his thighs, his skin warm beneath my palms. My tongue slides over his shaft as he thrusts into my mouth harder, making my eyes water as he hits the back of my throat.

The sound of footsteps behind me tells me one of them is behind me before feeling hands move across my ribs, gliding over my skin with the lightest touch. Xavier's distinguished, masculine scent surrounds me as his fingers trace up the side of my neck and over my scalp into my hair. Xavier's hands replace Blaine's as he yanks my hair, forcing my head back. My lips leave Blaine's cock with an audible pop, and I gasp for air. Xavier smirks, his eyes flickering as he lowers his face toward mine.

Blaine growls at him, and Xavier's lips cover mine hungrily, forcefully, tangling his tongue with mine and leaving me breathless when he pulls away, my thighs drenched with my juices at the way he kisses me, his tongue invading and leaving no part untouched.

His grip tightens as he tugs on my hair harder, and I am forced to my feet before I feel myself slammed against the dining table, my ass bruising from his manhandling as he places me on top of it and spreads my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses between them, his cock hard and ready, pressing against my wet lower lips as he grips the neckline of my shirt.

He tears it down the middle while his hot mouth devours mine, making me rock my hips against his hardness. Warm fingers grip the back of my neck, jerking my lips from his, as Latham tugs my head back and to the side, covering my mouth with his whilst Xavier moves a little before he shoves his fingers inside me, making me moan into Latham's mouth. Latham's tongue dominates my mouth while Xavier withdraws his finger before adding another and curling them inside me. My arousal spills onto my thighs and coats his fingers, and he growls, pulling them out and slamming them in harder and deeper.

"Fuck, she's wet," Xavier growls, adding a third and stretching me wider when I feel something cold and hard clamp around my wrist.

I pull my lips from Latham's, turning my head to see Blaine has placed a handcuff on my wrist; I look at it before looking at him, and he smirks, his eyes flickering. I feel Latham tug the remainder of the shirt off my arms before he clamps another handcuff on my other wrist.

Xavier pulls his fingers from me before grabbing me. His hands grip my ass in a bruising grip, and I grip his shoulders to stop from falling back when he stalks off toward the bedroom, tossing me on the bed, making me bounce. The hungry look Xavier gives me as he stands at the edge makes my walls clench before he shoves me flat on my back, crawling onto the bed. Latham and Blaine walk around either side of the bed, and I feel my arms go wide as Blaine and Latham grip a handcuff each and rip me up the bed toward the headboard.

My heart skips a beat when they clamp the other end to the steel bar on either end, the cool metal digging into my skin when I feel Xavier kiss my ankle, making me look down as he crawls onto the bed.

Looking back at the handcuff digging into my wrist, I swallow, tugging on it. Blaine leans over and grips my throat before kissing me softly, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before he sucks and nibbles on the bottom one.

"Just to make sure you don't try to run," he purrs against my lips before biting them, making me hiss.

A shiver runs through me when I feel Xavier's hot tongue run up the inside of my leg. My eyes fall shut, and I moan when their lips are suddenly everywhere.

Blaine licks and nips my jaw and neck when the bed dips. Latham's tongue flicks over my nipple before he tugs on it with his teeth, his hand trailing down my stomach before he presses flat on my abdomen as Xavier's breath sweeps over my wet slit, his tongue peeling my folds apart as he licks his way to my clit and I writhe under their touch.

Latham bites down on my nipple hard, making me buck and tug on my cuffs as he pulls his face away before biting my entire breast; I cry out at the throbbing sting.

Blood trickles down my breast and across my stomach. I see him look at Blaine, who chews his lip in some silent message before he leans down, licking the blood trail up with his tongue before swirling it around my hardened nipple, and I hear Xavier growl. The vibration makes my legs tremble when Latham grips my knee, pushing it flat against the bed and Xavier's tongue flicks over my clit before he sucks hard on it, his hands flat on the back of my thighs, spreading me wider before he growls again. He lifts his face from between my legs, looking at Latham.