Page 5 of Our Covenant

“Almost there, Beatrice. We’re so fucking proud of you.”

“Almost,” she repeats after me, her tired voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. “I’m ready.”

My cock sinks into her, the remnants of the men before me seeping out around my shaft.

Her flesh is hot, swollen, and sensitive, but we have a duty to complete this ritual. I watch her eyelids flutter, and the sigh from her lips hits my cheeks. Her legs wrap around my waist, trapping me deep inside of her. I cage her head with my arms to keep her pinned beneath me.

My voice floats between us like a prayer. “Such a pretty little sacrifice. You’re so brave, taking all our cocks like this. So fucking perfect.”

The sweet but gruff affirmation wakes her enough for her eyes to lock on mine while I chant the words that will seal our fates. The incantation spills from my tongue onto hers. Our voices harmonize and I feel the connection snap into place.

Thrusting slowly, I build the one and only orgasm she will receive from me, knowing she would rather savor it. But it is too late for that. She is spent, but Fox will provide her with the aftercare she’s more than earned.

“Hawthorne.” Her moan mingles with the spell I continue to whisper under my breath. “I’m so close.”

I peer into her eyes, focusing on my breathing, the creases on the bridge of her nose, and the blue of her irises that are being smothered by her dark lashes. Anything to keep me from misspeaking or breaking the link we’ve opened.

Fox’s hands come into my peripherals, holding her wrists gently and stroking the red, tortured flesh there while he talks. “Not yet. Not until he tells you to.”

I rock harder into her.

“Your pussy looks so perfect getting fucked by Thorne’s big cock. Look how well you take him.” Fox slides his hands under Bea’s head and lifts for her to see.

She moans. “He’s so big, oh gods, please.”

I’m no bigger than any of the others, but the tension hits my spine all the same.

“Say our names.” Asher coaches, “Who got to fuck your pretty pussy?”

“Fox Proctor.” She breaths. “Maddox Elwell.”

I pump inside of her faster, her walls clenching at the reminders.

“Asher Morey,” she continues, her voice cracking. “And H-Hawthorne Bishop.”

“Good girl,” Asher coos. “Why did you get to have all of us worshiping your sweet, tight cunt?”

“I am the vessel,” she answers with a renewed vigor.

“That’s right,” he praises. “Again. Louder. Hawthorne needs to hear you say it.”

“I am the vessel!” Her eyes widen and focus on me.

“Such a perfect vessel.” Asher’s hands smooth down her long neck to her chest to cup her perky tits.

The curl of something primal deep in my gut tightens. The words I have to speak come out more labored, but I hold out. Asher’s fingers pinch her nipples and she bucks under me. But I refuse to quicken my pace.

“Ride him, Beatrice. Take his cock like you took the rest of us,” Fox demands, his husky tone becoming more aggressive with her desperation.

Another hand from one of the others makes its way to her clit, rubbing in rough circles to give her the friction she craves. Fox slaps one of her breasts and she screams out my name. From behind me, I can hear Fox adding to Asher’s encouragement, “You’re so close, aren’t you? Do you love the way we fuck you?”

“Yes,” she screams. “I love being fucked by our legacies.”

I get to the end of the chant, my balls tighten, and I can feel my release mounting.

“You are the vessel,” I finally say to her.

Her eyes lock on mine, a plea for release and for this night to finally come to an end.