Page 67 of The Darkest Prince

My legs tremble as he jerks my cock faster. Seconds later, I come into his mouth. And like a good boy, he sits up and lets me see the cum on his tongue.

I wrap my hand around his throat and lean forward, testing him to see if he will push me away. When he doesn’t, I stick out my tongue and taste myself on his lips. I lick the seam of his mouth without taking it further.

Just a few licks.

He swallows my cum and pulls away. “You’re sick, you know that?”

I laugh. “And you’re just now realizing that?”

I’ve been making him show me my cum on his tongue since we were teenagers. It’s the only power I have over him. When he’s caught up in the moment, he does whatever I ask as long as he gets to come.

“You may scare Alex away with your cum fetish.” Bastian rises from the bed, tucks his dick back into his boxers, and zips his pants. “Maybe tone down your usual until she gets used to us.”

I fix my pants and stand beside him. “If she thinks that’s bad, wait until she finds out about my blood fetish.”

He shakes his head, grinning. “That girl has no idea what she signed up for. We’re all fucking sick in our own ways.” His hands touch my chest, and my heart beats faster with his closeness. “I love you, D. And I love her, too. The three of us are going to be happy. I know it.”

I smile, which only happens when I’m around Bash. “I never thought either of us would get to be happy.” I shake my head in disbelief. “People like me don’t deserve it.”

Bastian inches his hands up my chest until his arms are hooked around my neck. “We deserve it after all the shit we’ve been through. I know you don’t always believe that because of the bad things you’ve done. But it’s you and me. Always. And now we have Alex.”

They.

Are.

Mine.