Page 107 of Psycho Gods

And so was I.

Without saying a word, the twins turned my head away from the kings.

Luka dragged his thumb across my lower lip slowly as he pulled my chin down, then he leaned his hips forward and pressed velvet-wrapped steel against my tongue.

I gagged around his length.

He pressed himself deeper.

John massaged my scalp as he fisted my curls tightly and pressed my head forward.

I inhaled roughly through my nose as I was speared between them.

Someone bumped into John as they danced, and all three of us rocked, but they didn’t release me.

“You’re taking me so well, my love,” Luka said roughly as he thrust in deep, languid strokes, then groaned under his breath, “Fuck me.”

I flushed with pleasure.

Hardness pressed against the back of my head as John stepped closer and pinned me.

Drool dripped out of my mouth and trickled down my chin.

“We belong to each other, Aran,” John said roughly as he used my curls to bob my head up and down faster on his twin’s dick.

I tried to nod, but I couldn’t move my head.

Students and soldiers stared down at me with envy on their faces as they danced near us. They watched us with lust-glazed eyes like they were imagining taking my place.

I let their attention wash over me in a wave of smug satisfaction.

They could look, but they would never get to touch. The twins were mine.

Luka stared down at me with rapture on his face. “I didn’t exist until you came into my life; there was no purpose or meaning to the monotony. Now I burn with life because I live for you. Every breath I take is yours. You are the totality of my essence. I survive by your mercy.”

I swallowed, and he groaned.

It was the most I’d ever heard him say at once.

Callused fingers squeezed my chin as he thrust deeper. “You’re doing beautifully, my love. You take me so well.”

I floated on his praise.

Then he thrust deeper and stilled. John pushed forward as Luka pulled me close and jerked against my face as he spilled himself down my throat.

It was intimate.

Overwhelming.

He pulled himself out my mouth, and he spilled down my chin. I coughed, and he pulled me to my feet, then he claimed my mouth with his.

The kiss was depraved.

I exhaled as I collapsed against his chest in a boneless heap.

In one smooth motion, John picked me up and cradled me tightly against his chest.

“Are you okay, Aran?” he asked.