Page 16 of Cuervo's Carnival
And with that premonition dangling in my spirit, I fix my eyes back on Paxton, who is now joined by Cillian. My hands tremble in anticipation as my hips lead my stride toward where the guys stand waiting for me.
My steps resume until their hands seize me, pulling me to where they stand shoulder-to-shoulder, towering over me.
“Is that a yes?” Cillian’s raspy tone asks, with a devious grin.
“Lost with you both isn’t enough. I’m ready to vanish,” I respond.
“Perfect,” they purr gravelly in unison as we enter The Night’s Plutonian Shore.
* * *
Closed off from any light,ripples of warm, onyx air invade my every sense as we are now fully immersed in the tunnel.
The air feels so thick that our stifled breaths echo in the hollow space, heightening the eerie atmosphere. Long, jagged blades of grass brush against my legs as we continue to walk in silence, when suddenly, I feel both my hands go empty.
Unable to see a damn thing in front of me, I continue to walk. Flailing my palms as I try to feel for either of their hands, but all I grab is the dense air.
“Guys,” I call out, my voice dragging as I try to maintain my calm, except my heart begins to thrash in my chest at the lack of either of their responses. “Gu—” I begin, but I am cut off mid-syllable as my mouth is covered by ringed fingers.
Paxton.
His large hand continues to shield my mouth. His grip tightens as I am suspended mid-air, where I remain until my body is abruptly pressed against the wall of the tunnel.
Pax’s touch morphs from eager to ferocious as he pins me against the scratchy wood. Removing his palm from my mouth, he glides his tongue up against the side of my face. The way it rolls over the flesh of my cheek creates a pulse in between my thighs.
“Mmm,” he groans near my ear. “You know what the best part of bringing you here is?”
“What?” I breathe, wishing he or Cillian would use their lips on a lower part of me.
Then, as if Cillian can read my mind, I feel his hands on my hips as he begins to slide my shorts down, dragging my thong along with it.
“There is no one here to stop us from claiming what is ours. No one to hear the way you sound when you are pushed to the brink of ecstasy. Those sounds, this body, and your heart are ours, Wicked One.”
“Ours, forever,” Cillian’s rasp chimes in. He hovers over my aching clit with his full lips.
Then, I feel Pax’s thick finger graze my Cupid’s bow. Even with my eyes open, the air around us is so dark that I see nothing, but my senses are on fire.
Paxton begins to trace the outline of my mouth. The slow drag of his rough finger against the soft, supple flesh of my lips feels electrifying. He continues this for another go around before landing back at the divot above my upper lip. Pressing his finger against my Cupid’s bow, he parts my mouth open, plunging his long digit—skull ring and all—into my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around his finger before I bring the edge of my teeth to the cool brass of his ring. I lower my teeth, applying subtle pressure against the ring and finger.
“Suck,” he demands.
My cheeks hollow around the now two fingers he has slid into my mouth as he presses his fingertips to the back of my throat. He lets out a raspy grunt as he withdraws his hand from my mouth, dragging it down the front of my neck.
“Choke her,” Cillian commands, speaking right into my swollen sex.
“I plan on it,” Pax groans as his fingers spread out onto my neck before curling around my airway, locking it in his touch.
“Good girl,” Cillian praises, as I hear him lower the zipper to Pax’s pants. “Hmm, you want Pax’s thick cock on this needy clit of yours?” he asks, and I swear I am about to come undone just from hearing how he talks about Pax’s dick.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“You work her clit while I have my fun with you both down here,” Cillian says as I feel the cool, surgical steel of Pax’s magic cross piercing begin to press against my slick clit. He works his pierced tip in circular motions, rubbing against my bundle of nerves, all while he increases pressure on my throat.
I let out a moan that is immediately echoed by Pax’s, when the distinct textured ball of Cillian’s tongue piercing begins to rotate between the two of us.
Like a pendulum, he alternates languid strokes of his tongue from Pax’s thick, pierced cock to my swollen, aching pussy. Cillian’s long, pierced tongue swipes along Pax’s shaft until it reaches the head of his length. I feel Cillian swirl his tongue around the bulbous tip, and the sound of metal against metal heightens my arousal. His tongue then travels in a svelte swoop to my entrance, just below where Pax’s cock is working my clit.
