Page 46 of Freed By Wrath

I nod frantically, lips parted. “More… please.”

Slash smiles darkly and slides back into my mouth, fucking my throat a little deeper this time. “That’s our girl.”

Fabien’s pace starts to pick up behind me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks as he sinks deeper with every thrust. The burn has faded into pure, overwhelming pleasure. Every time he pushes in, Isaac pushes up, creating a devastating rhythm that makes my eyes roll back.

Slash reaches down and plays with my nipples too, pinching and rolling them between his fingers while continuing to use my mouth, and I moan loudly around his cock, the vibrations making him groan.

“She’s getting close again,” Isaac says, voice strained. He reaches between us and starts rubbing my clit in tight circles. “Come for us, baby. Come with all three of us inside you.”

I explode.

My orgasm rips through me violently. I scream around Slash’s cock as my whole body convulses, clenching hard around both cocks buried inside me. My vision whites out and I squirt around Isaac’s cock, soaking his stomach and the sheets beneath us.

“Fuck— I’m coming too,” Isaac groans, thrusting harder and chasing his own pleasure, using me so perfectly I feel like I’m floating.

Slash is the next one to lose control. He grips my hair tighter and comes down my throat with a deep, guttural moan, holding me there as I swallow every drop, and Fabien follows right after, burying himself deep in my ass with a broken groan as he fills me.

I collapse onto Isaac’s chest, trembling and completely spent.

I don’t know who kisses me, who cleans me, or who strokes my hair.

I also don’t know who embraces me and when I drift away, and sleep engulfs me.

I only know the last words I hear are, “Happy Halloween, trouble.”

12

Valerie

Morning comes in grey and quiet through curtains I don’t recognize.

For a long moment I don’t move. I just lie there, listening to the apartment breathe around me. A kettle somewhere, low voices in the kitchen, one of them laughing at something the other didn’t find funny. Nobody comes to check on me yet, and I’m grateful for that more than I know how to say.

I need to… wake up. Because everything about the last twelve hours still feels like a dream.

I slip out from under the blanket, careful not to wake whoever’s still tangled in the sheets beside me, but my eyes betray me, and I’m surprised to see Fabien, all muscles and zero clothes, sleeping peacefully behind me.

Fuck, the man is like a god, and I immediately feel the need to touch him.

Stop, body. Stop.

I remove myself from the bedroom, using one of the guys’ shirts that clearly smells like the man lying beside me, and quickly find the bathroom down the hall by memory alone, like my body already knows this apartment better than my mind does.

I lock the door. I don’t know why. There’s no one to lock out. And start preparing a shower.

* * *

The shower runs hot far longer than it needs to. I stand beneath it until my skin turns pink, until the last traces of makeup disappear down the drain, until the scent of cedar, smoke, and all three of them fades from my skin.

Only then do I turn off the water.

Steam clings to the mirror, and I wipe it away with the flat of my hand and stop.

I look… different.

My hair hangs darker around my shoulders, heavy with water, my eyes are slightly swollen from everything they witnessed last night, and there’s a faint bruise blooming beneath my collarbone, soft purple against pale skin.

But none of that is what catches my attention. No.