Page 30 of Little Music of Night

A singular claw dragged down my spine. Tracing it with gentle pressure, the kind that left a long scratch. That, coupled with Ray’s kisses, was enough to make me pant.

I was so desperate to take their cocks again.

“Please,” I whispered. “I want—need—more.”

I heard the air whoosh as the cane slapped my ass. I cried out, not letting up on my begs.

“Please, Erik. Please let him fuck me. Please.”

Erik let out a pleased sound and I felt something press against my lips. I opened my mouth and realized it was one of his cocks as he thrust forward, filling me until he bumped the back of my throat. I gagged around him, but he didn’t stop, grabbing a fistful of my hair and fucking me harder until more tears streamed down my face behind the blindfold.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

How could I ask for even more? Where was the limit when it came to CNC and use? I just wanted to be fucked and used like their toy and then praised and worshipped for it after. Was that too much to ask for?

“Put your cock inside her and fuck her.”

There was a rush of excitement and release at the same time as Ray suddenly put me on all fours. He thrusted into me without warning, and all I could do was cry around Erik’s cock as they took me from both ends.

Their thrusts fell into sync and they didn’t hold back.

“Look at her,” Erik rasped. “Our twisted little angel has lost her perfect wings. Look at how she takes us together. Our little mate was made for us.”

Mate.Every time I heard that word now, a thrill shivered up my spine.

My life was being flipped upside down but I didn’t even care. I wanted to be their mate. There was just something right about being with them.

Yesterday at work, I’d talked to Lisa more about fated mates. She wanted to meet Erik and Ray but told me to not be shocked if I dove headfirst into a relationship with them. She’d explained that more than likely, it would all become a whirlwind, but that it was natural for fated mates to experience lust first and love second.

But the lust I felt around them ran deeper. It wasn’t just desire. It was like they already knew all the secret parts of me. As if my heart were a puzzle box they could solve with just a touch.

I choked around Erik’s cock, but he didn’t release me. Ray gripped my hips and started to fuck me harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the apartment. I wondered idly if the neighbors could hear and decided once again that I didn’t care if they could.

I moaned as more tears rolled down my cheeks. The stretch of my body around their cocks turned me on. My fingers dug into the blankets and I decided I wanted to touch Erik. I reached out, moaning as my fingertips brushed his darkness. In this monstrous phantom form, it was like reaching out to touch thick smoke. But there was a corporeal form there too. I touched him, feeling around until I found his second cock.

His hips suddenly jerked and he let out a short curse. “Come inside her,” he rasped. “Fill her pussy and then eat it out of her until she’s shaking on your face.”

“Yes, sir,” Ray panted.

His pumping hips became more hurried and he was fucking me so hard, I worried we’d break the bed. I cried out as I felt the explosion of heat inside me, the gush of his cum as he unleashed while buried as deeply as he possibly could be.

“Good girl,” Ray rasped. “Fuck, you’re milking my cock. Taking every drop, aren’t you? I can feel you pulsing around me, angel.”

I loved the way they spoke to me. I shivered as he slowly pulled out and I felt him flip over behind me. Suddenly, he was lying down, and his mouth was between my legs.

“Sit back on his face.” Erik gave me a cock-sucking break for just a few seconds.

“But the mess?—”

He growled. “Sit on his fucking face and drown him in his own cum. He doesn’t need air to survive.Smother him.”

I sat back, giving him my full body weight. I felt his tongue lengthen and my eyes widened as it thrust up inside me. Erik grabbed my chin and tilted it up, thumbing away the dribble of spit there. Then he pulled the blindfold free, allowing me to see again.

Allowing me to seeallof him.

“You are meant to be ours,” he whispered.

“I want it,” I rasped. “I want to be yours. Ishouldbe yours.”