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Chapter Forty One
Blair
When I wake from my nap, I see Asher and Bray fell asleep as well, but as I move to relieve some pressure on my left arse cheek, Cyrus’s arms tighten.
“You’re awake. How are you feeling?” he whispers into my ear, making me shiver.
“Fine, I’m not dying. I ride the dragon every month,” I whisper back with a roll of my eyes.
“Good,” he snarls and extracts me from Bray’s grip. I yelp but wrap my legs around his waist as he quickly and silently moves out of the living room.
“What?” I ask in confusion, staring into his determined, dark face. “Punishment time?” I joke.
“I’ve had your perfect ass pressing against my hard cock for hours,” he growls as he kicks open his bedroom door and slams it shut behind us before tossing me onto the bed. I bounce before sitting up, my eyebrow arched.
“Period, remember?” I say even as I want to sigh, because damn if I don’t want what he’s offering. I always find I’m hornier when I’m on my period, and Cyrus is a walking, talking dick stick for me to use.
“Baby girl, that’s what towels are for.” He smirks, standing above me. “You think a little blood is going to stop me from fucking my girl?”
“It does for some.” Even though I love period sex, a lot of men are uncomfortable with it, and I wouldn’t push it on them, but the hungry look in Cyrus’s eyes? He’s determined to fuck me, blood and all, and if that doesn’t make me wetter than hell, I’d be lying.
Leaning down, he presses his hands to the mattress on either side of me, getting right in my face. “When are you going to realise we aren’t like most, baby?” he purrs as he brushes his nose down my cheek and back to my ear. “I’m going to eat your cunt, blood and all, and then fuck you so good you’ll never doubt my intentions again.”
I inhale sharply and he chuckles as he pulls away before heading to the bathroom and coming back with a towel. I get to my feet as he spreads it out on his bed and pats it.
“Your throne,” he teases, but I apparently don’t move fast enough, because he grabs me and gently sits me down with my legs hanging over the edge of his bed.
He grips my ankles, and with a desire filled dark look at me, he drags his huge hands up to my hips where he hooks his fingers in my panties.
“Nothing could ever stop me, baby girl, okay? It’s a natural thing. It’s just your body, it’s who you are. There is nothing shameful or gross about a little blood. In fact, sometimes it’s a fucking turn-on, especially with you. Now lie back and let me feast on my cunt.”
“Your cunt?” I smirk, yanking off my shirt and leaning back on my elbows. I’m unashamedly turned on by his promises.
“You have our last name, baby girl,” he croons as he leans down and licks along my ear. “That makes you our property.” His hand cups my aching pussy. “And this cunt? It’s ours.”
His hand hooks into my underwear and yanks. He pulls them down my thighs and off my feet, tossing them away before he pushes me back to his bed and parts my thighs.
He slowly grasps the string of my tampon and pulls it free. I watch his face carefully, but there isn’t a hint of disgust as he takes care of me. He wraps it up and places it in the bin before stripping off his clothes and getting back to his knees before me.
“There, now lie back and let me make you feel better.”
He does just what he promised—eats my cunt, attacking me with tongue, teeth, and fingers. I’m moaning in mere seconds, with his lips wrapped around my clit and his fingers spearing my tight pussy. My back arches as I cry out. Reaching down, I fist his hair and drag him closer as I rub my pussy across his face. He sets a hard, fast rhythm with his fingers, pulling them out and slamming them back in, over and over, as his lips finally release my clit. His tongue lashes it before sliding down to circle my hole.
That causes me to gasp. I’m bleeding everywhere, yet he groans in appreciation, eating me like his favourite dessert. My desire pounds through me as it builds higher and higher. His expert tongue only adds to my pleasure, and when he adds another finger, stretching me around him, the wet sound of him finger fucking me makes me whimper.
“Cy,” I beg, knowing he loves that. It makes him feral, like an animal eating me from the outside in, and it sends me over the edge. I come all over his face with a scream. He licks me through it, slowing his fingers before pulling them free, and when he sits back as I tremble, I see the blood across his lips and cheeks. He grins before leaning down and kissing me hard.
I taste the copper of my blood and the sweetness of my cum, and under it all, the earthy, masculine flavour of Cyrus. His hands drag up my body, squeezing my curves and pushing my breasts together before tweaking my nipples. I moan into his mouth again, accidently catching his lip with my teeth, and he pulls back, his lip bleeding.
“Now we are both bleeding.” He groans as he slides his hand down to hoist my leg up before slamming his hard cock inside me. It forces a scream from my raw throat, the mix of pain and pleasure as perfect as always with my dangerous stepbrother. His hand slams down by the right side of my head as he pulls out of my clinging body and pummels back inside. He moves in the same pace he used with his fingers, not letting my body calm down, dragging that massive cock over the sensitive nerves inside me with each thrust. My blood and cum cover his bare cock as he captures one of my nipples between his lips, licking, sucking, and biting it, leaving teeth marks before doing the same to the other.
The pleasure steals my breath, and all I can do is hold on, gripping his shoulders and digging my nails in as I lift my hips to meet his wild thrusts. “Fucking” —bite— “perfect.”
When he lifts his head, I spot the blood smears across my chest, but I don’t care. In fact, the sight of my blood and his across my skin has me crying out and my pussy clamping around him.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper. “I’m going to come again.”
“Not yet,” he snarls, and without warning, he pulls out of me. I yelp as he grabs my hips and flips me, my ass and legs hanging off the bed. With quick movements, he pries my thighs apart, lifting my legs so I’m not touching the floor, and slams back inside me. The new angle only brings my release that much closer.
