Chapter 61 61.Goner
Tabitha’s POV
Luca’s hand slides from my hip to the small of my back, pulling me close. His lips press against mine again, teeth grazing lightly, and he growls, “You like this, don’t you? Us touching you?”
“Yes…” My voice curls into a high-pitched womanly voice that I can barely recognize.
His mouth drags to my jaw, then lower, his breath hot against my skin. “I can feel you trembling. You’re dying for us to take more, aren’t you? Say it, sweetheart. Admit you crave it.”
“I do…” The words tumble out in a broken whisper and I no longer have to decency to feel ashamed of it. “I want it so bad.”
“Fuck, listen to yourself begging.” Reed catches my hand and brings it to his mouth, sinking his teeth into my fingers. “So fucking eager. I knew you’d be a good girl when you’re properly pleasured.” I gasp when he sucks them past his lips, his tongue curling hot around each one like he’s tasting me piece by piece. He pulls back just enough to smirk, saliva glistening on my skin.
“Reed, please…” I sob. I don’t even know what I’m begging about. I just need more. I want them to touch me more, devour me whole and spit me in broken stated pieces.
“You want it bad? Then open wider, princess. Let us ruin that pretty mouth the way it’s meant to be used.”
I oblige. Like the good girl he thinks I am. Reed shoves my slick fingers back between my lips, forcing me to taste myself off his tongue. My eyes flutter shut, humiliation and hunger colliding in a dizzy rush, and I choke on a whine. He doesn’t let me shy away, holding my jaw firm until I swallow around them.
“Damn, that’s so hot…” I hear Jace’s distant voice somewhere.
“Fucking yeah. Look at her,” Reed snarls, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “She’s sucking her own fingers like a desperate little slut. Bet she’d take all of us the same way.”
Oh god. Yes yes yes…
Luca chuckles in my ear, his breath searing hot. “She will. She’s already melting in our hands.” His palm presses harder against my waist. “Just admit it, Tabitha. Say you’ll let us have you.”
“Uh-hmm…” I moan around my fingers as Reed continues to shove them into my mouth.
“Let us mark you. Let us feel how much you want us.” Luca’s whispers are relentless.
Reed yanks my fingers from my mouth, spit clinging between them, but I barely manage a breath before Jace seizes my face. His lips crash against mine again. Then, he forces my hand back up, sucking at my tongue like he wants to drink the breath straight out of me.
Behind me, Evren’s mouth ghosts over the curve of my neck, heat and restraint warring in every brush of his lips. His arm clamps tight around my waist, hauling me flush to him until I can feel his rock-hard bulge pressing against my ass. The moan rips out of me without permission, muffled against Jace’s mouth.
He’s so hard. The cold freaking prince of the Aldair is aroused, his erection poking up my ass.
Jace groans, biting down on my lower lip before diving back in. I can’t keep up, dazed and pliant as he devours me with his hungry and desperate kisses, my lips parting helplessly for every sweep of his tongue.
Through the blur of heat, I glance sideways. Luca and Reed flank me, both of them staring with hunger sharp enough to cut. Their cocks strain against denim, and the sight gives me strange rush of thrill.
Oh god. They’re hard. All of them. Because of me.
I did that. I made them lose their composure, made their control crack. The thought leaves me reeling, drunk on the power of it, aching to see how far I can push them.
I want them unhinged. I want them wild. I want them to tear me apart the way they’re already tearing my sanity to pieces.
Jace bites my lip again, teasing, murmuring against my mouth, “You taste like trouble, baby. Fuck, I could lose myself in you all night.”
Reed yanks my head back hard enough to make me whimper, then shoves me down until I’m on all fours at their feet. The four of them rise around me all shirtless, every line of muscle flexing as they stare down like predators closing in on prey. My pulse jumps in my throat, fear and excitement sizzles so tightly I can’t tell them apart. I’m cornered. Helpless. And god, I’ve never felt more alive.
Reed keeps his grip tangled in my hair, dragging my face against the thick bulge straining his pants. The denim is rough against my cheek, and the heat beneath it makes my mouth water.
“Look at that face,” Reed snarls, grinding harder against me. “That’s a fuck-me face if I’ve ever seen one. You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?”
I mewl, unable to form any coherent words. I want him… want them so bad. So so bad I feel like I’m gonna die if I don’t get a piece of them… a taste of them.
I part my lips and trail along the hard outline of his cock. I can’t stop myself—I open wider, mouthing at the shape, swallowing down every ridge I can feel through the restraint of the fabric.
“Fuck,” Reed hisses, voice dropping dark and low. He tightens his grip around my hair. “The little slut acts so indifferent around us most of the time, but here she is, gagging on my cock through my jeans.”
The humiliation scorches me, but the hunger twisting in my gut only tightens. I moan into him, needy and shameless.
“Is that what you want, Tabitha?” Luca’s voice cuts in from behind, taunting me. “To be our little cocksucker? On your knees, mouth full, pleasing your stepbrothers like a good girl?”
Jace laughs. “You always have so much to say with that smart mouth. Let’s see if it’s good for something else.”
I feel like I’m going crazy, not just because of the sheer sexuality of it all. I like the feeling of being under their mercy—it feels like it’s where I am supposed to be. Being manhandled like a toy they can toss around. Oh shit. I can’t believe where my mind is going, but I’m too far gone to stop myself.
I feel so good, so intoxicated. And their delicious scent is also not helping. It hits me like smoke and sugar. They smell like all my favorite spices and dessert wrapped in one mouth-watering dish. I didn’t know werewolves could smell this good. Or maybe it’s just them. Either way, I just want to drown in it, rub myself in it until I’m coated. I press my face harder against Reed’s cock, inhaling like it’s oxygen, drunk on the musk pouring off him.
“Jesus Christ,” Reed groans, jerking at his zipper with his free hand. “I can’t take it anymore.”
The sound of the metal teeth splitting open makes my stomach clench. He yanks his jeans down just enough to free himself, and then his cock is right there, heavy and hot against my lips.
“Open up, princess,” Reed orders, pressing the blunt head to my mouth. “Show us what that pretty mouth was really made for.”
The other three watch, eyes burning into me as I part my lips and let him in. Reed pushes the swollen head of his cock past my lips. My eyes water at the stretch, but the taste floods my mouth—salty, raw, overwhelming—and I suck greedily, eager for more. It’s my first time doing this, but shame doesn’t even cross my mind. I want him too badly. I want to prove I can take it. I want to please him… please them.
My tongue drags along his length clumsily, and I accidentally scrape him with my teeth. Reed hisses, but instead of shoving me away he tips his head back and laughs.
“Fuck yes. Don’t apologize, princess. I like a little sting. Just makes me harder.” His hand fists tighter in my hair, yanking until my scalp burns. “Now open wider. Take it like the desperate little slut you are.”
He grips me with both hands and drives forward, slamming his cock down my throat. I gag, choking around him, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. My hands clutch his thighs as he fucks my mouth like a beast, his hips snapping hard enough to rock me back. Drool spills down my chin. It’s so filthy and messy but I don’t care—I want to give him everything.
“Look at you, choking so pretty,” Reed growls, voice ragged with lust. “You love this, don’t you? Being used like a fucktoy. Bet you’ll beg for my cock every damn night now that you get a taste.”
I want to tell him that once the lust evaporates out of my system, this won’t happen again. But a part of me thinks that maybe he’s right. His cock tastes so good that I’m not confident I can live without needing to choke on it again.
I try to glance back, but Reed yanks me forward, burying his cock so deep I can’t even breathe. I am vaguely aware when Jace walks and kneels behind me. His large familiar hands cups and squeezes my ass, molding me like clay.
“Mmm, she’s got a perfect ass,” he says, his tone half growl, half praise. “Can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from us, baby. Not fair.” His fingers hook into my waistband and in one rough tug, he drags my pants and underwear down in one go, baring me completely.
The evening air bites cold against my heated skin, and I gasp around Reed’s cock, my whole body trembling from the exposure. But the shame lasts only a second before Jace’s hand glides over my bare folds. His touch is fire, sparking every nerve raw.
“Holy fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans, sliding two fingers through my wetness, smearing it over my pussy. “You’re getting this wet from sucking Reed’s cock? From being on your knees like our little whore?”
I moan helplessly, the sound muffled around Reed’s length as he pounds deeper, faster, every thrust forcing tears from my eyes. My body answers Jace’s filthy words with a gush of slick on his fingers.
“That’s right. You’re our perfect little slut. And tonight, you’re not getting away until you get to taste each and every one of us,” Jace whispers like a devious promise.