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He had my mind imprisoned, staring so deeply into my eyes it felt as if he were trying to caress my soul.
Malachi said something in reply to whoever else was here, continuing to twist and guide the serrated blade along my skin. His mouth chased after every fresh gush of blood to eagerly lick it away.
I should have been screaming in agony, but all he gave me was pleasure.
Nico’s hand swiftly went from my breast to between my legs.
He cupped my pussy, toying with my lips and teasing his way around my pulsing clit.
I was acutely aware of someone else beginning to suck and lick the flesh on my opposite thigh. Malachi was still on the other side, licking and sucking my cut skin.
All the blood he couldn’t possibly catch pooled beneath us. My body jolted when the blade was transferred, the new presence cutting into my other leg. Their motions were sure and calculated, different than Malachi’s but just as careful.
Damian.
His name registered with his third twist, another imprint seconds behind it.
Destruction. Despair.
Nico’s fingers circled my clit, massaging it with slow languid strokes. Malachi’s mouth was back between my leg, spreading me wider so he had better access to my pussy.
He dragged his textured tongue up and down my slit, easing it inside me every third swipe.
I gasped, curling my fingers into Nico’s heated skin. Groans and growls accompanied my moans, pleasure doubling at a rapid rate. Damian finished quicker than Malachi had, licking the blood away completely relaxed.
“She’s so soft,” he remarked as if in awe.
“I told you that.” Nico broke away from me and stepped back.
They abruptly changed positions. Two were suddenly at my side and Nico was between my legs with the bloodied blade. I blinked through a muddied haze, taking in Damian’s features and Malachi’s blood-stained lips.
Their mouths were everywhere, moving with their hands over caressed skin. I touched them back without hesitation, exploring any parts I could reach.
I found myself pinned down again, Damian and Malachi’s naked bodies pressed against my sides, Nico placed the tip of the knife in the center of my chest.
“Watch me mark you,” he commanded.
My eyes dipped, following his hand as he pushed the blade deeper. He moved away from my face, cutting through me as if I were made of paper, not muscle or bone. With motions as careful as the other two, he went to the left, making a sweeping arch just beneath my breast, twisting the handle, and moving the opposite direction.
Nocturne. Nightmares.
The third imprint lifted a fog from my brain. They were carving their namesakes into me, branding my flesh with marks of possession. Malachi and Damian each took a side, sweeping the blood away with their tongues.
Nico finished a few inches above my navel.
His beautiful eyes on mine, he lifted the blade to his mouth and swiped his tongue across the rigged edge, slicing it open in the process.
The knife was carefully placed aside. He gripped my legs and pulled me closer. The head of his dick brushed against my entrance, the metal ring at the end of it bumped my clit, eliciting a breathy moan from my bleeding chest.
He grabbed the base and ran it through my mess of arousal, pushing inside me without preamble. I cried out in prolonged pleasure, so wet and desperate his sudden thrust did nothing but force my pussy to stretch and mold around his giant dick as I came. Blood and heat rushed through my veins and pounded in my ears.
He was thick and long. I felt the piercing as my pussy clenched, my arousal coating every delicious inch of him.
With a graceful lurch, he leaned down and thrust himself deeper. My scream was caught inside his mouth. The blood he’d licked off the blade and his own saturated my taste buds. The sweetest flavor I’d ever known traveled down my throat.
“Nico,” I mumbled his name, clawing at his muscled back to feel more of him.
Malachi and Damian were now standing on either side of my head, using my blood as a lubricant, coating their dicks from head to base. They worked themselves up and down, fists tight around their hardened lengths, pumping in sync with the way their brother savagely fucked me.
“You take my dick so good, Angelus,” he praised through a bloody grin. He wrapped a hand around my throat again, pounding into me with an expression a mix of predatory and possessive.
My muscles began to tighten, a breathy “fuck,” slipping through my lips as I came again.
Nico showed no signs of stopping.
None of them did.
Time and space didn’t exist, everything was one sensation and blur of me and them. Three beautiful males that I felt as if I’d known for a life beyond the one so familiar to me, feeling an inexplicable sense of recognition for each of them.
