Sloth (The Damning Book 4)

by Katie May

  towards the lake, we veered to the right until we were in a clearing far enough

  away that no one would hear us.

  Hopefully.

  “I think—” My words were cut off as Killian claimed my lips in a

  desperate, toe-curling kiss. Ryland’s hands moved to my shirt, pulling the

  material over my head so he could paw at my breasts. He bit down on my

  nipple hard enough to sting before taking my chin and forcing my lips to his.

  Killian, now dislodged from my lips, moved to my breast and began to

  trace tender kisses around my aching nipple, never quite touching me where I

  so desperately needed him to. I couldn’t help but note that his eyes flickered

  to Ryland’s face, almost as if he wanted confirmation he was doing this right.

  Ryland’s hand moved to my free breast, plucking and twisting my nub, as

  his lips traveled to my neck.

  For a long moment, this pattern continued. One would kiss my lips while

  the other would worship my tits before switching out.

  My hands moved from the smooth skin of Killian’s face to the rough,

  jagged lines of Ryland’s. My shadow mate once hid from me, using the

  shadows as his own personal shield, but he no longer felt the need. All of his

  beautiful scars were on display for me to see, his indigo blue eyes ensnaring

  my very soul and holding it hostage.

  We didn’t hide from each other.

  Not anymore.

  “Kill.” I buried my fingers in the incubus’s red hair as he continued to

  kiss around my nipple, still not touching the pointed peak. His green eyes

  flickered up to my face, and I groaned low in my throat, bringing one hand up

  around Ryland’s neck to hold him to me. I could feel my shadow’s smirk

  against my skin, content to let me take the lead. “Use your tongue to tease

  me.”

  A flare of defiance entered Killian’s eyes, almost as if he remembered the

  last time we were together and he dominated me, before he obliged. It

  seemed as if his need to pleasure me, worship me, outweighed his desire to

  control me. But maybe…

  Maybe he was still controlling me. I may have been calling the shots right

  then, but I had no doubt that my pleasure was currently in Killian’s hands. Or

  tongue, as the case may be.

  His tongue lightly pushed against my nipple as a gasp lodged itself in my

  throat.

  “Like that?” he whispered as he moved his lips between the valley of my

  breasts to give my other tit attention. I had no idea if he was teasing or if he

  legitimately wanted to know, but either way, my core gave a painful throb

  and I whimpered.

  “Roll your tongue around my nipple,” I begged as Ryland bit down on the

  shell of my ear.

  Killian did as instructed, his tongue tracing around my beaded nub before

  sucking it fully into his mouth.

  “Don’t be afraid to use your teeth,” Ryland interjected, and I swore I

  nearly came from that alone.

  Ryland was naturally dominant in the bedroom as well, and a twisted part

  of me had always wondered how a threesome between the three of us would

  work out. It had fueled more than one late night masturbation session, if I

  was being completely honest.

  Killian bit down on my nipple, and my entire body jerked as Ryland

  forced my lips back to his, claiming me with a bruising, possessive intensity.

  There was no doubt in my mind that I was his. Theirs.

  Killian brought his hand to my pussy and began to rub me through my

  pants, and pleasure collided with a rippling wave of ecstasy.

  “Fuck, yes,” I moaned as I reached blindly for their cocks. Ryland had

  already freed his from his jeans, and I wasted no time wrapping my hand

  around the mushroom tip and giving it a squeeze. Killian was slightly slower,

  his movements shaky as he fumbled with his zipper, but he eventually freed

  his impressive length as well, not bothering to remove his pants completely.

  I lowered myself to my knees between them, not giving a damn about the

  dirt and grit that got stuck to my knees.

  Turning towards Killian, I wrapped one hand around his base before

  leading the tip of his cock to my eagerly awaiting mouth, hollowing my

  cheeks so I could swallow him deep. My other hand began to stroke Ryland

  in tandem.

  “Oh my…butterballs!” Killian gasped, his face flushed with pleasure.

  “That feels really fucking good.”

  I tugged on my shadow prince slightly, forcing him to take a step closer,

  as I moved my mouth from one man to the next, using my saliva as

  lubrication. Their cocks were so close to each other that the tips touched,

  though neither seemed to mind as they gazed down at me with hungry, lustful

  eyes. I felt like I was the center of their world, and it was a heady sensation.

  I couldn’t remember the last time someone had cared about me that much.

  Loved me that much. It made me fiercely possessive of them, and I never

  wanted to see that spark in their eyes dissolve. I could die a happy woman

  with their gazes fixed on me, worshiping my skin through look alone.

  Ryland began to remove his shirt, and Killian, after a brief moment of

  hesitation, did as well.

  The differences between my two lovers were stark. Both were muscular,

  though Killian was more defined, with a prominent, chiseled eight-pack.

  While my incubus had smooth, pale skin covered in colorful tattoos, my

  shadow was an image of dark, masculine perfection. It was like the moon and

  the night sky standing side by side, and my pussy walls tightened around air.

  These men…these ethereal, perfect men…were mine. My loves. My

  mates. And hopefully, my future.

  “Are you feeling needy, my love?” Killian murmured huskily, and a dark

  thrill ran through me, knowing he was once more turning into dominant Kill.

  He pulled at my hair until I was forced to release his cock from my mouth,

  and my hand automatically dropped from Ryland’s as well.

  “Get naked,” Ryland instructed darkly.

  I moved faster than I ever had before, kicking my shoes and socks off

  before tugging down my pants and panties. While I undressed, they did the

  same, until all three of us stood naked in the moonlight. The moon had

  completely risen now, painting the world in streaks of silvery gold. Warmth

  rushed through the breeze, chasing away the chill from the last few days.

  “Hands and knees, little dove.” Ryland moved until he was on his knees

  in the dirt, and I quickly did as instructed, giving him my ass.

  His hand smoothed over the curve of it before slapping each cheek hard.

  “Fuck!” I hissed.

  “Naughty language, love,” Killian purred, his incubus allure coming out

  full force. He moved to his knees in front of me and gripped my chin between

  his hands.

  “Maybe she needs something to occupy that naughty mouth of hers?”

  Ryland suggested.

  Without needing to be told twice, Killian guided my lips once more to his

  cock. His hand fisted my hair at the nape of my neck as he began to fuck my

  mouth, words of worship and praise leaving him on a breathy exhale.

  Behind me, Ryland tapped his cock against my ass, not yet entering me.

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nbsp; “Are you ready for me, little dove?” he whispered silkily.

  “I…” A groan was torn from my mouth when Killian’s cock reached the

  back of my throat.

  “Why don’t you warm her up first?” my incubus suggested.

  “With my tongue or fingers?” Ryland asked with a chuckle, the noise low

  and devilish, and Killian laughed.

  “Tongue, of course. Though I’m sure our girl is already soaking.”

  But instead of entering my slick channel like I expected, Ryland’s tongue

  circled the tight ring of muscles of my ass.

  I gasped, releasing Killian’s cock, but one slap from Ryland had me deep

  throating Kill once more.

  What were these men doing to me? Destroying me, that was what. And

  not just physically either—this connection between us went far beyond

  something simply visceral. It was a merging of souls as well as bodies, eight

  hearts joining together until we became one being.

  One tangle of limbs currently in the throes of intense, mind-blowing

  pleasure.

  Ryland removed his lips from my ass, and a second later, the tip of his

  cock spread through the juices of my sopping pussy.

  He entered me slowly, inch by inch, and I gasped around Killian’s cock at

  the intrusion. Ryland was big— really big.

  “You feel so tight, little dove,” he rumbled, pressing down on my back

  with his hand and forcing Killian’s cock deeper down my throat. “So fucking

  tight.”

  I murmured something around Killian’s cock—maybe a plea to move,

  maybe a confession of love. It was sorta hard to think clearly with dick in

  your mouth and pussy.

  Ryland began to thrust into my tight channel, spanking my ass until I was

  forced to release Killian’s cock or risk choking.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried as I felt my orgasm approach. I didn’t care that I

  was being loud enough to wake the entire camp. I didn’t care that I was

  basically getting spit-roasted by two sexy as sin nightmares. Nothing

  mattered but the sensations they evoked, the fire that lit up my veins

  whenever I was with them.

  My breasts bounced from the force of Ryland’s thrusts, and Killian took

  my lapse in concentration to pull at my nipples. The jolt of pain had pleasure

  coursing through my pussy.

  I could feel my orgasm approaching, I could feel my body falling apart,

  but before I could reach my climax, Ryland pulled out of me. I didn’t have a

  second to be alarmed before he moved to his back and pulled me on top of

  him, once more lining up his cock with my core.

  Killian scrambled to his feet and stood slightly to the side of us, his erect

  cock bobbing against his stomach.

  I twisted my head so I could once more take him into my mouth as

  Ryland pistoned his cock inside of me.

  “Take my cock all the way inside of your mouth like a good girl,” Killian

  whispered as his hand tangled in my blonde hair, guiding my mouth.

  With Ryland’s hands on my waist helping me keep my balance, I gripped

  Killian’s left thigh tightly. My other hand wrapped around his base.

  It wasn’t long before he was so far inside of my mouth, I was practically

  gagging.

  “Just like that. Yeah. Just like that,” Killian praised as Ryland positioned

  my hips so he could hit that sweet spot inside of me.

  His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing tightly, and soon, the three of

  us became nothing more than a flurry of limbs and pleasure. I couldn’t tell

  where I ended and they began.

  When I finally exploded, it was with Ryland’s hand wrapped around my

  throat, squeezing gently, and Killian’s hands tugging at my hair, the sting of

  pain amplifying my pleasure.

  My pussy squeezed Ryland’s cock, milking him for all he was worth, as

  he grunted, spilling his seed inside of me.

  Killian pulled out of my mouth just before he came, aiming his cock so

  his cum covered my tits and landed on Ryland’s chest.

  Not one of us said anything, suspended in time and space. At that

  moment, there was no poison coursing through my veins, killing me slowly.

  No humans camped outside Paco’s shed whispering my name with a

  reverence it didn’t deserve. No kings hellbent on destroying us. No evil,

  bitchy sisters who wanted to destroy the world. It was just…us.

  And it was fucking perfect. What would’ve made it even better was all of

  my mates being present.

  Killian didn’t remove his cock from where it lightly brushed against my

  tit, and Ryland didn’t pull out of me. We just sat there as the stars twinkled in

  the sky above us, seemingly pleased with our mating.

  Utterly sated and unable to hold myself upright a second longer, I placed

  my hand on Ryland’s chest and practically fell forward. He caught me

  instantly and placed a tender kiss to my forehead. It didn’t even matter to me

  that we were camped out on the uncomfortable floor of the forest. Nothing

  mattered but my mates and the love I felt for them.

  “Fuck,” Killian murmured dazedly as he dropped down on the other side

  of me. He kissed my shoulder as his hand sneaked around me, cupping my

  breast.

  “Fuck is right.” I laughed breathlessly as I remained cuddled between the

  two of them.

  The silence was broken when Killian blurted, “I’ve never had a

  threesome before.”

  “You’ve never had sex before,” Ryland retorted, and I didn’t need to see

  my incubus to know that he was blushing.

  My heart swelled with emotion, and desire swirled through my veins.

  What would it be like when I completely claimed Killian as my own? I heard

  being with an incubus was absolutely insane, inspiring pleasure that no

  human could possibly imagine.

  And a sick part of me felt an insane amount of glee that I would be the

  first, and only, girl ever to experience this with Killian. It wasn’t as if I had

  expected all of my mates to remain virgins before we met when I sure as fuck

  wasn’t one, but it was nice to know that I would be Killian’s first.

  “Soon.” I pressed my lips to Killian’s hand, a promise and a vow. In

  response, he nestled closer to my body, his cock digging into my ass.

  A cough jerked my body forward, and I spasmed in my mates’ arms.

  “Z?” Killian asked in concern, but I couldn’t stop coughing. It felt as if

  my lungs were being shredded and forced out of my throat. Blood dripped

  down my chin and stained the dirt beneath us.

  “I’m. Okay,” I panted, though my voice was weak and shaky.

  Killian’s face turned grim. “No.” He swallowed. “You’re not.”

  “Come on.” Ryland grabbed my clothes off the ground and tenderly

  began to dress me. I let him, too weak and tired to do the simple task myself.

  “Let’s get back to the others.” His eyebrows furrowed together in concern as

  he stared intently into my eyes. Whatever he saw had sadness rippling across

  his face. “Now.”

  SIXTEEN

  DEVLIN

  The fire in my veins burned white-hot as I stormed down the staircase

  and into the foreboding darkness of the dungeons. Only one candle

  sat on the opposite end of the hall, its o
range light barely able to

  penetrate the shadows surrounding us.

  Everything here was dank and depressing, with stone walls, dirty floors,

  and the scent of piss permeating the air.

  Lupe stood beside me, his expression grave and hands balled into fists.

  Both of us were on pins and needles as we neared the cell located at the very

  end of the hall that we knew housed the shadow king.

  He stared despondently at the far wall of his cell, his shadows contained

  by the cuffs wrapped around both of his wrists. This was powerful magic—

  magic I had only seen once before, when Zack was able to stop Diego from

  accessing his powers during the Damning.

  Which meant that bitch Aaliyah was involved.

  “I’m not surprised they sent the two of you.” His gaze didn’t move in our

  direction, though his hands did tighten into fists. Without his shadows

  obscuring him from view, I could make out every scratch marring his face

  from the kings’ torture. Every bruise on his bare torso. Every wince of pain

  he quickly tried to hide.

  “Your Highness,” I began stiffly, but the shadow king simply laughed,

  the noise low and raspy, and waved his hand back and forth as if he could

  dismiss my words.

  “Please. I’m no more a king than you. Call me Seth.” He finally twisted

  his head to stare at me, and I was struck by the blue of his eyes. Not because

  the color was unique or anything like that, but because they were Ryland’s

  eyes. The same cerulean shade I saw daily in my brother’s face was now

  staring back at me from this beaten, disheveled shell.

  “Seth.” I tested the name out on my tongue, not quite sure how much I

  liked it. For as long as I could remember, the kings had held a god-like power

  in my mind. They were invincible, indestructible, and powerful beyond

  measure. Even the shadow king, who we’d all decided was the nicest of the

  bunch, was both revered and feared.

  To see him reduced to this…

  Horror engulfed me, squeezing my throat in an impenetrable iron vise.

  What would the kings do if they discovered the truth about Z? Would

  they continue using her as their pet assassin, forcing her to do their bidding

  and work against her closest friends and confidants? Or would they decide

  she was more trouble than she was worth and kill her? Knowing my father