Page 31 of Venom & Vanity

“Get her there. I’m so fucking close,” Prince snaps from behind me. Dad pinches her nipples in the hope it sends her over the edge, but then Cinder is suddenly in front of Snow.

Her feet planted either side of my dad, Snow looks up but doesn’t get a chance to speak. Cinder tangles her hand in our girl's hair then yanks her face forward until it’s buried in her cunt.

My eyes bug out of my fucking head.

“Taste me,” Cinder pants. I’m suddenly frozen as I watch the girl I’ve been in love with for years eat another woman’s pussy right in front of me. Cinder’s moans fill the room. Snow grips the backs of her thighs and holds her in place as she feasts on her. I look over to see Jaq, Gus and Duke all sitting on the sofa with their cocks in their hands and their gazes focused on their girl.

“This is a one time thing,” I grit out through clenched teeth. All three of them nod. I’m okay with trying something once but Cinder won’t be joining us again. Snow belongs to us and we don’t share with anyone else.

“Fuck them while you tongue fuck my pussy. I want to come on your face while you come on their cocks.” My eyes widen at Cinder’s order. I want to tell her she doesn’t call the fucking shots, but the instant Snow begins to roll her hips,my mind blanks.

Cinder grinds her pussy on Snow’s tongue, her head tipped as she moans. Her free hand cups her tit and twirls her nipple between her fingers. Snow’s moans are like a symphony to my ears, she’s loving every second of this and that has my cock aching with need.

Both girls are moaning and the sound alone has my dick twitching. When Snow pushes back against me, I meet her thrust, making her cry out. Dad begins to do the same thing and in a few short seconds the five of us have found a rhythm.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come!” Prince bellows behind me. I push back against him and love the sound of my name being roared as he comes deep inside my ass. I thrust into her twice more before I’m shouting her name and filling her ass with my release.

“Oh, fuck. Right there, don't stop!” Cinder cries out. Snow continues to bounce up and down on Dad while eating Cinder. I see it a second before it ploughs through her.

Her whole body tenses and locks up. Cinder screams a split second before Snow is crying out, the sound is half muted and it pisses me off that I can't get the full effect of it. Dad is tumbling over the edge with the next thrust.

Cinder stumbles back trembling and shaking with aftershocks. Snow is panting and utterly spent. She flops forward onto Dad panting.

“That was so fucking hot,” Prince whispers in my ear.

“Hmmm,” is my only response, too fucking wrung out to form a sentence. I rest back against his chest and just soak in this moment. This was never how I thought we would end up when she arrived on Sinners Island. There's a small, dangerous part of me that wants to stay in this exact second forever, before whatever's coming next has a chance to ruin it.

Snow shocks the shit out of all of us when she jerks upright and shouts. “The lighthouse!”

Jaq snorts. “There is no way their cocks are as big as a⁠—”

“No, you idiot!” Snow snaps, then looks up at Cinder. “She said the light matters.” I'm looking between the two girls, trying to figure out what the fuck they are talking about, but there's an edge in Snow's voice I haven't heard before. Something underneath the urgency that sounds almost like fear, and it yanks me out of the afterglow faster than anything else could have.

“She's at the lighthouse,” Cinder breathes out. Before any of us guys can catch up to what the fuck is going on, Snow pushes off Dad and jumps to her feet, making us all groan. Prince growls behind me, he fucking hates not knowing what's going on, and the fact he doesn't get to bask in the afterglow of his climax is only going to make him meaner about it. I know that look on him. It never ends well for whoever's closest.

Both girls are searching for their clothes, the rest of us stand and do the same. The Charms are trying to get an answer out of Cinder, but she ignores them as she continues to speak in riddles with Snow. I hate this, hate watching her fall so easily back into a rhythm with someone else's secrets when she still hasn't finished unpacking any of hers with us.

Dad is the first to finish dressing. The second he fastens his pants, he's marching toward Snow. She doesn't even see him standing in front of her. He snaps his arm out, grips her chin and forces her gaze to him. There's something raw and close to panic underneath his anger that I don't think he'd ever admit to out loud. I recognize it because I feel it too, that particular dread of almost losing something you only just let yourself have.

“You are going to start explaining what the fuck is going on or your ass is getting chained up again.” Her eyes widen. I see the twin flames in her eyes and know she is about to lose her cool.

“We'll fuck the information out of you,” Prince tacks on. This time her eyes burn with a different kind of heat.

“Explain what the fuck the lighthouse on the eastern side of the island has to do with anything,” Dad grits out through clenched teeth, and I can hear it now, plain as day, he's not angry that she knows something. He's terrified of what it might cost us to find out what.

“She told me the light matters.” Snow suddenly doesn't sound confident, and for the first time since I've known her, she looks small. Not weak—she's never been that—but uncertain in a way that makes my chest ache more than I want it to.

“Who?” Prince sneers, stepping forward.

“The woman who visited me by the water hole,” she answers, and something flickers across her face too fast to name. Guilt maybe, or the particular look of someone who's been carrying a secret alone and is only now realizing how heavy it's gotten.

“What fucking woman?” I shout, and the fear underneath my own anger surprises me. I don't like how much of this conversation is happening in a language only she and Cinder seem to speak.

She looks over at me from the corner of her eye with a frown marring her beautiful face, and for one unguarded second I see exactly how much she's been holding back from us. Not out of cruelty, but because some part of her still isn't sure we're safe enough to hand it to.

“The one I believe you all refer to as the island rat,” she says finally, “like Cinder said.”

The room goes quiet in a way that has nothing to do with the lake water still dripping off all of us. I don't know yet what this means. I only know that whatever's coming, it just walked in wearing her voice, and none of us were ready for it.