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Fuck, fuck Bash! Mmmm,please. Wreck me. I want you both to wreck me, come inside me.
I brought my tail to my mouth and sucked, drenching it with spit. I slid it under myself and Diana until I hit Azazel’s asscheeks.
“Remember how much you loved my tail?” I asked him.I know you want it…
He smirked at me, head tipped back, practically melting as he slid in and out of Diana’s mouth.Yeah, but that won’t change the fact that we still have shit to sort out.
I know. But I want inside that tight ass,Zaz. Just like old times, please? And don’t even pretend you don’t want it, too,I linked him as I rubbed the tip of my tail over his hole.
You’re still an egotistical bastard, you know that?he linked as he spread his legs further apart.Go ahead.
I eased my tail into him gently, inch by inch until I bottomed out inside him. He was hot and tight like he had been all those years ago. Pure bliss eclipsed his face, his eyes widening when I hit his prostate.
You better fuck me harder with that tail and treat my ass the way it deserves, because I may not let my judgement slip again,Azazel linked me.Fuck my ass, Bash. Hard.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I pile-drove my tail into his ass, fucking him with an intensity that had him groaning. Diana moaned around him as she pushed herself back on me. I never wanted this to end, but I had a feeling none of us were going to last long. Feeding from two streams of lust was overwhelming me as is. I ruthlessly flicked her clit, trying to hurtle her faster toward a climax I hoped she was ready for.
FUCK, Bash! I’m going to come,she screamed through the mindlink as she spasmed around me, gripping me tight enough to cause my own orgasm.
“I’m not going to last long either, honey. Your mouth is divine,” Azazel said through a deep moan.
I pegged his prostate harder while Diana deepthroated him all the way to the root. I saw the impending end on his face, so I held Diana’s head down. He came down her throat, groaning as she swallowed it.
“Christ on a bike, that was insane. You did so well,” he praised as he ran his fingers through her hair. She grabbed his hand and kissed it, snuggling her face into it. “You’re the best, dirtiest cocksucker, honey.”
Her eyes drooped as she yawned. “Bash, I’m still not happy with you,” she said, her voice growing sleepy.
“I’m not sorry, but I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you never regret being mine. I’ll never let you go, Birdie.” I laid on the bed, pulling her into my arms. I needed to hold her, feel her against me. Azazel scooted in behind her, laying his hand over mine while he nuzzled his face into her neck.
This hasn’t changed anything, Bash. We still need to talk and tell Diana what happened between the three of us. We can’t dance around it anymore if we’re going to be our best for her,he linked me.
I know, you’re right. But for now, can we enjoy this moment before she falls asleep? Once she falls asleep, the dream ends, and she always falls asleep afterward.
And right on cue, the dream ended. I was back in Desmond’s room, spooning her luscious curves. Her soft snores lulled me to sleep.
Chapter 8
I woke up alone in bed, which didn’t happen too often since I’d started living with the guys. Every morning I’d feel a manly, hairy body plastered to my own with sweat and a hard something knocking against my back door. As sexy as that was, sometimes it felt nice to start the morning alone with my own thoughts. I dimmed my superhearing, took some time to appreciate the silence, and stretched out, starfishing my limbs to the four corners of the bed. A note on a folded sheet of card-stock sat on the pillow next to me. Its textured, old world feel against my fingertips was a mark of a bygone era–no oneleft notes anymore. I opened it, and the contents surprised me, to say the least.
Diana,
“There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion, even by the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equal jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.” —The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allan Poe
You made me feel a way I thought I’d never feel again. I regret pushing you away and denying how much I want you. I’ll spend eternity proving it to you.
Yours,
Malcolm Knight
Oh Mal.I sat up, staring at the card in my hands like it would give me an answer on how I’m supposed to feel. True to his word, he was trying to earn my forgiveness. Leaving a quote from one of my favorite authors meant he was paying attention to me. Claiming I didn’t feel something for Mal, even privately to myself, would be a lie. I did feel something, no matter how badly I wanted to avoid or dislike him. Maybe we were both afraid of the feelings we had, but for different reasons. Even when he was choking me at the mountain house, I couldn’t help but feel extremely turned on. We had connected in that moment of anger. Just like how we connected when I slit his throat. Thinking about all of that made me realize that I had serious issues. And that it was too early in the morning to ponder why.
Although I was confused and emotionally overloaded, I felt calmer than I did last night. I suspect Bash and Zaz had something to do with that. During a particularly large stretch, I felt a twinge in my pelvic floor. How could I possibly feel them the next morning? Did that stuff actually happen…like does dream sex count? I guess it did, since that’s how I got Bash’s mark. I’d eventually have to ask him about that, in addition to the more pressing questions I had. A mental checklist formed in my mind.
How am I immortal?
Is immortality something I want?
What will I do about Mal?
