Page 345 of Psycho Gods

He backed away and returned to his spot in the circle.

The men re-animated, none the wiser.

Orion spun the bottle, and Scorpius reached out to stop it so it landed on him.

His grin was depraved. “Flip over and lie on your stomach.”

Arousal made everything hazy, and I eagerly complied.

“Prepare her, Corvus,” Scorpius ordered.

Strong fingers wrapped around my hips and hoisted my ass up into the air. A warm tongue licked from core to ass.

I spasmed and moaned.

He lapped at me mercilessly, then lifted me higher and feasted on my core.

Luka leaned over me, and his wet fingers slowly probed my other hole as Corvus tormented me with exquisite pressure that pushed me close to the edge, but he pulled back before I came.

It was horrible, it was earth-shattering, it was torture, it was divine.

After what felt like hours, but could have been years, Luka announced, “She’s ready.”

I was rolled onto my side.

Silver eyes stared into mine, scarlet flames dancing off his shoulders, as he pressed his thick cock into me with painstaking slowness. He was so wide that every inch forward sent fire blazing across my clit.

I cried out as I came.

Corvus swore under his breath and shoved his tongue deep into my throat while I convulsed around him. He kept entering me slowly, and my orgasm kept coming.

As I convulsed and whimpered against Corvus’s mouth, John kissed the side of my neck and whispered, “Be a good girl and relax for me.” Even slower than Corvus, he entered my ass from behind.

The fluttering trailed off into little zips of pleasure as I came back down to reality.

However, the double pressure had my need sparking hotter.

John finally entered me fully from behind and held himself still. Corvus didn’t move, his wide cock splitting me open from the front.

Ice spread across my hands as I clutched flaming shoulders.

Scarlet danced off bronze fingers as Corvus plucked at my nipples torturously. He was merciless, calluses tormenting my raw flesh.

I spasmed on his dick, and he smirked down at me with male satisfaction. “Feeling good?” he asked smugly, his voice like broken glass and whiskey.

“I’ve had better,” I taunted, the effect ruined by my breathless voice.

He grinned like he knew I was full of shit, then leaned forward and bit down on my collarbone.

I yelped.

“Don’t be a brat,” he ordered roughly, then said around a mouthful of nipple, “not while you’re gushing on my dick.”

I mewled at his words.

“Fuck, you both sound so pretty,” Scorpius groaned. He, Orion, and Luka stood above us, watching, and all three of them were stroking themselves.

Corvus chuckled, vibrations traveling down his wide cock. “Did you just call me pretty?”