She grunted in pleasure, didn’t take her mouth from Savastian’s cock, and he growled out as the ecstasy washed through him. The scent of sweat and sex filled the chamber.
Something inside him, something deep and dark and one that craved so much more, had his beast rising up. He didn’t have an actual creature he housed inside him, but it was a feeling, a being of emotion and power that coursed through his veins. She clamped her thighs around his waist and let out a whimper.
Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around him, and he gritted his teeth to hold off from thrusting in and out of her hard and raw. She was no longer sucking Savastian’s cock, and his brothers now knelt beside her.
They ran their hands through her hair, over her chest, and up her neck.
“Don’t stop now,” she whispered, and he swallowed the sudden lump that formed in his throat.
“Never.” Holding onto her waist, he tore his eyes away from her and stared at where his body met hers once more. “We will never stop.” Pulling out and then pushing back in, Viktor was on the verge of coming just from that sight alone. The sound of her moaning in conjunction with what they were doing to her, and the noise of her wet pussy sucking at his dick was like a hungry mouth.
It was visual and auditory overload, and he couldn’t stand it, couldn’t last deep inside her for much longer.
He slid his gaze to her chest, the way her breasts bounced up and down as he plowed into her, and he swore to fuck he got harder. She would be sore, especially when Savastian and Fillip filled her with their dicks. Viktor would saturate her with his cum, and that would lead to his brothers’ easy fucking of her pussy when it was their time.
She started grinding herself on him, lifting her hips slightly and moaning for more, so much more. She took his fucking cock like she owned it. Their skin slapped together, causing a cacophony of sound that moved around them in an erotic haze.
“Fuck, female,” Fillip groaned as he stroked his dick.
“Her pussy is sucking at you like it is hungry, like she’s starved for you, Viktor,” Savastian said, his gaze on Mekenna. Her pussy was wet and sloppy and milking him like she wanted his seed, needed it. And fuck he wanted to give it to her, all of it, until his seed came out of her pussy for the next several days.
“So good, mate,” Viktor moaned. He was a few strokes from coming deep inside her sweet little body.
Placing his thumb on her clit, he started rubbing the nub back and forth, and that was all it took for her to grind herself on him with more fervor. His brothers jacked off right by her face, their harsh breathing matching his.
His knuckles on one hand turned white as he held onto her inner thighs, still framing her pussy as he fucked her. Savastian let out a low, long groan but stopped touching himself and backed off. Seconds later, Fillip did the same, both of his brothers breathing heavily as they forced themselves not to come.
They wanted to fill her body, that was a given, and soon their little blue mate would be full of their seed.
She thrashed her head back and forth the faster he rubbed her clit, and then she was climaxing again. That was when Viktor lost it. He threw his head back, felt his muscles strain from the force, and bottomed out in her. He came hard and powerfully, his whole body shaking from it.
His cum filled her cunt, bathed her insides in the hot, milky white seed that would someday soon cause babies to grow within her, gifting them with strong, Hades sons, since their kind could not have daughters. They would breed with their mate, and she’d be the perfect fucking female for them.
His fangs ached to be buried in her throat, to give her his mark that would show them, as well as anyone else who saw her, that she was claimed by not one but three powerful warriors. If she were ever harmed, even spoken to by another male in a demeaning manner, Victor and his brothers would kill them with pleasure.
With his cock still in her cunt, her chest flushed with her post-euphoric orgasm, he leaned over her. Viktor pushed her hair off her shoulder and ran his tongue along the curve of her neck. In one move, he pierced the column of her throat, tasted her blood, and let his saliva seep into the twin wounds he gave her.
His mark would heal, but it would be scarred, showing off a beautiful twin puncture mark that was a brand of their unity and their protection.