Wild Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary Book 4)

Roary closed in on me from one side, Cain from the other, their fangs bared, desire for my blood glinting in their eyes and I smiled darkly as I held up a finger to halt them.

“Good boys,” I purred as they both stilled, that preternatural lack of movement which only a Vampire could claim holding them both entirely without motion.

Magic coiled from my fingers and stone rumbled as the walls of the labyrinth obeyed my call, closing off the exit on either side of us, sealing us within a chamber entirely for ourselves.

The darkness pressed in on us and I felt them moving closer to me once more, my blood heating with their nearness.

“What are you waiting for?” I teased, my eyes unable to pick out anything around us but my words unlocked their restraint, and I sucked in a harsh breath as they collided with me from either side.

Cain’s fist tangled in my hair as he tugged my head back and Roary’s arm banded around my waist to hold me up as I bared my throat to them and was rewarded by the rough heat of their mouths closing over my flesh.

I moaned as their teeth punctured my skin, their venom sliding into me and stalling the magic in my veins.

“Leave enough for us to escape this place,” I panted as they drank deeply because I was the only one among us with the earth magic we would require to leave this pit of sin once we were done debasing it.

A snarl parted Roary’s lips as they pressed closer to me, their arms driving against one another, their hands clutching at my clothes.

My body hummed with their proximity, my nipples hardening to sharp points which dragged against the confines of my shirt, begging for their touch.

I ran my fingers down the side of Cain’s face, the edges of the mask he wore smooth above the roughness of the stubble gracing his jaw.

I scraped my fingernails over that shadow of hair, gripping his chin hard and pushing in a demand for him to withdraw his fangs from my neck.

He growled in defiance and I growled in return, pushing harder until he conceded, lifting his head as I turned mine, our noses grazing, breaths merging and then I claimed his lips in a kiss which shattered the walls that had already been crumbling between us.

Cain groaned as his tongue pushed past my lips, his hold on my hair tightening as his body pressed to mine more firmly, the solid ridge of his cock impossible to ignore, the feel of it making me slicken between my thighs.

My fingernails grazed his jaw as I held him there, kissing him deeply, telling him with the press of my mouth to his that I claimed him just as certainly as I had claimed the rest of my men. I ran my hand lower until I was gripping the fabric of his shirt, twisting it between my fingers and tugging in a command for him to remove it.

Cain stilled, pulling back so that our lips barely touched, hesitation filling that small space between us while Roary continued to feast on my blood.

“Stop lying to yourself about what we are,” I hissed at Cain, my eyes fixed in his direction though the pressing dark made it impossible to see any part of him. “Give yourself to what your heart has already decided for you anyway.”

“You mean that?” Cain asked, his voice ragged around his restraint. “Despite everything else you’ve claimed, you still want-”

“If you make her wait a second longer I’ll take her for myself and refuse you all part of it,” Roary snarled as he ripped his teeth from my throat and pushed forward to claim my lips with his own, the taste of my own blood coating my tongue.

Cain snarled, releasing his hold on my hair then tugged his shirt from my grip as he ripped it over his head and tossed it aside, the whisper of the fabric hitting stone making my body thrum with anticipation.

Roary kissed me deeply, his fingers unbuttoning my jeans before he pressed his hand beneath my waistband and sank it inside my panties.

I moaned as he discovered my wetness, a noise of utter satisfaction escaping him as he drove two fingers into me with a slowness that had me whimpering with a desire for more.

“She’s so fucking wet for us,” he growled as he broke our kiss, his face turning towards Cain and I wondered if their keener eyesight could pick out more in the darkness than mine could. “Come and feel her for yourself.”

Cain moved closer again and I reached for him, my hand finding the solid ridges of his abs and roaming over the taut muscles hungrily.

He pressed close to Roary again, though this time they didn’t shove at one another but allowed each other the space they needed to consume me as one.

Cain’s hand roamed down the front of my shirt slowly, his finger toying with my nipple while Roary pumped his fingers in and out of me with a languid pace which had me panting in need for more.

I stumbled back a step as they pushed closer to me, my back colliding with cold stone as I found myself trapped at the mercy of these beautiful monsters of mine and utterly content with my fate at their hands.

Cain’s fingers rode down my body, over my navel and finally pushed into my jeans, the tight fabric tugging against my ass as his hand pressed over Roary’s and he slowly – so fucking slowly – pushed two fingers into me as well.

I moaned, low and needy, my own hand riding down over Cain’s cock while my other tugged at Roary’s shirt in a demand for more of his flesh too.

My jeans pulled tight again as they fucked me with their hands, the fabric restricting their movements and making me growl in frustration. A murmur passed from Cain’s lips, the words so low I didn’t catch them but Roary’s dark chuckle told me his Vampire ears had picked it up just fine.

“What are you plotting?” I hissed but instead of answering me, the two of them began to move their hands faster, the pumping of their fingers inside me gaining in speed as they used their gifts and found an alternating rhythm which had me cursing as the vibrations of their fingers took hold of me.

I swore in Faetalian, my spine arching against the stone wall, my thighs widening even as the denim of my jeans cut into me, still restricting their movements and yet the intensity of them being held in that one position was making me gasp for breath.

I came with a ragged howl, euphoria exploding through me and making my head spin with the rush of it.

The two of them withdrew, moving in such rapid motions that I was barely aware of them hoisting me from my feet and ripping my clothes and the mask from me until my bare feet hit the stone and I stumbled back against the wall once more, naked and panting for more.

They were on me again in a heartbeat, both of them naked too, their cocks driving against my skin, the heat of their flesh surrounding me.

For a moment, I didn’t know which one of them was before me as their mouth came down over mine and I was hoisted into their arms but then I recognised the rough bite of Cain’s kiss.

He groaned my name while Roary’s mouth found the edge of my jaw and began working down it, his hands caressing my skin and sending goosebumps rushing over it.

Cain gripped my ass and I knotted my ankles at the base of his spine as he finally sank his cock into me with a feral growl which said he was done hiding from this, from me, from us.

I gasped his name as he filled me, my nails biting into his shoulders as his cock drove right in to the hilt.

“Make her scream,” Roary urged, his hand roughly grasping my breast, his mouth on the shell of my ear.

I reached for him, my fingers curling around his cock and he growled my name as I began to pump it in time with Cain’s thrusts deep inside me.

Cain was as rough as always, his body crushing mine to the wall, his fingers digging into my ass where he held me against him. I was brutal with him in turn, my heels driving into his ass, adding force to every thrust, my grip on his shoulders bruising.

Roary pushed closer to me, his teeth once again sinking into my neck and I panted his name while Cain filled me so perfectly that the space around me seemed to spin.

The cavern I’d created for us echoed with the sounds of our rampant breaths, the strike of flesh against flesh, ragged curses and moans of bliss.

Cain thrust into me harder and faster, driving another orgasm through my flesh so that my pussy tightened around his thick length. He cursed, fucking me harder still, driving deeper, his release so close that I could feel it in every strained muscle of his body as he tried to stave it off.

“Give in,” I panted against his hungry lips. “Be mine.”

Cain bellowed as he exploded inside me, forcing my body to shatter in pleasure once more and I gasped his name into the world like the claiming it was.

Roary groaned as my fist pumped him harder and the moment Cain’s fangs pierced my flesh once me, he came for me too, the hot splash of his cum rushing over my thigh where it was still wrapped around Cain’s waist.

We sagged against the wall in post coital bliss, the two of them drinking slowly, their fangs retracting and kisses replacing the bite of teeth on my flesh.

A smile drew my lips upward and I let my head fall back against the cave wall, knowing in my soul that I had finally gotten what I needed, that my pack was complete.

We untangled ourselves slowly, the dark pressing in more firmly as the feeling of their bodies fell away.

I flicked my fingers, tossing up a Faelight so I could find my clothes and a ragged gasp fell from me as my eyes landed on Cain’s naked flesh.

His entire torso was stained with the rose vine mark of the curse, the mark extending from his arm and travelling over his back, down his thighs, spreading towards the far reaches of his body and painting a picture which was utterly undeniable.

“Why didn’t you tell me it had gotten this far?” I demanded, stalking towards him, not caring that I was as bare as the dawn.

“You have no control over it,” he grunted, reaching for his clothes with intent but I snatched his wrist into my grasp and denied him the opportunity to cover up the marks.

“Do you think that means I don’t care for your fate?” I demanded, staring at the mark in horror, remembering what he had found out about it and knowing that it had to be nearing its conclusion.

“It’s withdrawing,” Roary said, moving to stand beside us and pointing at Cain’s elbow where the mark was slithering beneath his skin, fading away.

“It does that sometimes,” Cain grunted and the dismissive way he spoke of it told me that it didn’t offer him much hope.

“Why?” I questioned.

“It…appreciates it when I do what is best for you,” he admitted, his eyes moving from mine within the mask which still clung to his face, but I caught his cheek in my hand and drew them back to me.

“Non nasconderti da me, amore mio,” I murmured. Don’t hide from me, my love.

Cain swallowed thickly, his hand coming down on mine, holding it against his cheek.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he muttered.

“Like what?”

“Like…I matter. It’s not…this curse-”

“The moon is a mystery unto herself but I have a key to unlocking her heart,” I told him and as I spoke the words, I reached out with my gifts, calling to the moon and begging her to see that Cain was no longer the man who had deserved this curse. That it wasn’t my wish to see it fulfilled.

My skin began to glow with a silver luminescence, Roary swearing softly as he took it in, the cavern glimmering around us as it was bathed in its glow.

Brighter and brighter it grew and the marks on Cain’s body lit with it too, the silver tainting them so that they stood out in glimmering lines all over his skin.

The glow grew so bright that I was forced to close my eyes against it and when it finally faded and the presence of the moon slipped from my grasp, I opened them in keen expectation.

My heart sank as I found Cain just as he’d been before, the marks still covering so much of his skin that he couldn’t possibly have much more time left before the curse consumed him.

Cain barely even glanced down at himself before releasing his grip on my hand and stepping back, forcing my arm to drop between us.

“There is still hope,” I told him because I had felt that in the weight of the moon’s power. “But she wants it to be your task alone.”

He nodded though he didn’t seem to take any heart from my words and in a flash of motion he stood before me fully dressed again, the curse marks concealed beneath his clothing.

“Then I can only try to prove myself worthy of her mercy,” he said. “And make the most of what time I have left if I turn out not to be.”

I wanted to protest his words but I had felt the decision in the moon’s magic and I knew that this wasn’t my battle to face, so I simply nodded at him, hiding my own fears and burying them with my faith in the moon. If she wanted to test him then I could only put my trust in the fact that he would be able to pass.

Roary cleaned me off with his water magic then finished dressing himself and Cain helped me locate my own clothes and the mask I’d been wearing before I reopened the tunnels around us.

Blaring voices sounded, the noise of the crowd pushing in on us again and I hitched on a smile as I looked between my two Vampires.

“Looks like the hunt isn’t over,” I purred. “So how about you count to one hundred then see if you can catch me again.”

I grinned at the way their eyes lit with the offer then turned and sprinted away once more, letting myself fall into the rush of the game and trusting in the moon to see me right in the end.