Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Glory

THEIR KISS DEEPENS, twisting into hungry mouths and lashing tongues that battle the other for power. I hold my breath as I watch, held in place by Ambrose’s firm hand at the base of my skull.

He could let go and I wouldn’t move. Watching them devour each other has me rooted, as if their desire casts a spell on me to remain in place and witness their madness as my own coils through my stomach and sinks deep within me.

Huxley looks at peace, so unguarded, though the tension and rage that held him before still pulls tightly at his features. He looks needy, like I feel, and my belly clenches around the desperation within me.

As if he senses it, Ambrose breaks away from Huxley and looks down at me, his eyes casting deep shadows as they burrow into my soul. There are a thousand things I want to say right now.

I want to beg him to let us stay.

I want to beg Huxley not to make me go.

I want to plead with them both to share me, to want me, to love me…to make me come.

“I want you,” he breathes the words. “Both of you. But this isn’t real. It’s nothing. It’s this godforsaken place that makes us feel this way.”

With a snap, he releases his hold on both of us and steps back, turning and pacing away with his fingers raking through his black hair.

“I don’t think it’s the place,” I call out, following him. “I think it’s you. You make us feel this way.”

Ambrose whips around to face me, tossing his hands to his sides. “And so what if it is? This can’t become anything. You can’t stay. You have to leave. Don’t let me hurt you.”

“You’ve had the chance to hurt me…to hurt both of us.” I point behind me at Huxley. “You were going to kill him, but you stopped. You didn’t do it. Instead, you gave him the key and told us to run. If you really wanted him dead, he’d be dead right now. And I heard you speak to him in the hallway before you decided to let us go. You warned him you would take me with you, that you’d never let me be free.”

“And I won’t let you be free, Glory. I can’t. Not unless you leave right now. Get the fuck out before I come to my senses.”

I lift my chin and straighten my spine. “If coming to your senses means you’ll have me, if it means you’ll have us, then—”

“Us?” He points over my shoulder. “He wants nothing to do with me. Don’t you dare speak on his behalf.”

Huxley moves to stand beside me, his body turned to face mine. “What are you trying to do here?”

I turn to face him and grab hold of his cheeks, bringing my lips close to his. “For once in my life,” I whisper, feeling his body sway toward mine, “I’m trying to speak up for myself. For once in my life, I know what I want, what I need, what will make me happy.” My hips move freely without conscious thought, drifting toward his until our bodies touch. “I’m being stupid and greedy and selfish, possibly risking my life for a moment’s satisfaction.” My lips brush his and he sucks in a breath, his eyes hooding as he falls deeply into a spell I didn’t know I was casting. “I want you. I want him. I want the odd, dark, intense feeling I have when you’re both in the room with me.”

A firm hand closes around my wrist, jerking me away from Huxley, swinging me around, and shoving me down onto a chair at the kitchen table. As soon as my ass hits the seat, Ambrose bends over me, his hands pressing down on my thighs as he comes in close.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, little bird. You’re right that you’re being stupid and selfish. As for risking your life…?” He pauses, gazing deeply into my eyes. “I don’t want you dead. I never wanted you dead. Either of you. I…” He pushes off my legs, turning and pacing away. “I’m supposed to kill you both, but I can’t. I can’t, and I won’t.” Silence falls on us for a few tense moments. But then it breaks with a barely audible whisper from Ambrose, “My parents—” He turns to look at me, his eyes shifting from hopeless darkness to hopeful thought.

“Your parents?” I ask.

“If Maura wants two skulls, I have them.” He turns his head toward Huxley. “My parents. We can dig them up. I can take her their skulls and say they belong to Glory and Beau. How would she ever know?”

I feel sudden and immense relief at this brilliant idea, knowing it effectively takes away any further risk to mine or Huxley’s life. It makes it safe for me to make this choice to stay, to ask Huxley to stay, for us both to find passion belonging to a warlock of desire.

“You would do that for us?” Huxley asks softly with an inclined head.

They stare quietly in anticipatory silence. Thousands of unspoken words drift between them, and I wait, watching them both, wondering what’s being said.

“Only if you promise to stay with me.”

Huxley audibly exhales and frustration comes out with it. “Well, we’d have to, wouldn’t we? Where the fuck else would we go?” He throws up his hands, then lets his palms smack down against his sides as he turns and paces. “If Maura thinks we’re dead, we’d have to hide. We’d have to go somewhere she’d never find us.”

“And I could take you both away from here. I could hide you both, we could—”

“What?” Huxley interrupts. “We could what?”

“We could be free together,” Ambrose says, and the words strike me hard in the chest. He slowly moves toward Huxley. “I’ll give her my parents’ skulls, and she’ll assume you’re dead. She’ll probably ask me to plant evidence somewhere so your deaths will be assumed, and once your death certificates are signed, she’ll get her fortune. She’ll give me the money she promised and set me free, and you can be free with me.” He stops in front of Huxley, barely a few inches away, and they watch each other with intense eyes and heavy breaths. Ambrose’s voice turns painfully hopeful. “We could leave this life behind and find peace somewhere else…together.”

I pinch my eyes shut, suddenly gripped with tension, afraid to look at either of them. I’m afraid that if I watch this moment of indecision between them that the outcome will turn unfavorably—as if my watching eyes might curse any possibility of a future here.

I never imagined something so twisted and toxic could become my future, but I want it. I want every ounce of their poisonous passion.

It feels like years pass as I wait behind my closed eyes. But then, two gentle palms land on my knees and before I even open my eyes, I know they belong to Huxley. He’s always so gentle with me, so concerned for how he makes me feel.

“Is this what you want?” he asks.

I start to say yes without hesitation, but he speaks again before I can.

“You want us to give up our lives, fake our deaths, and be with the man who held us captive?” He lowers to kneel in front of me. “Don’t you dare say yes if you aren’t sure, Glory, because there is no changing your mind in this. If we stay, then life as we know it is done. If we stay, we can never go back. If we stay…” he pauses, looks down, then back up at me, “I’m making you mine. I’ll take you and ruin everything we were before. With him, I’ll lose my mind. I’ll let go and you’ll see parts of me you didn’t know existed. It will ruin what we are.”

I swallow. “But what will we become?”

“Poison.”

Air rushes out of me as his hands slip up my thighs, creeping over my hips, and beneath the hem of my shirt. I gasp and shift in my seat as his skin touches mine.

“We’ll be ruined for anyone else because no one will be able to survive our poison. Only us. You and me…and Ambrose.”

Fear mixes with sharp desire and it sends a shiver of adrenaline down my arms. I’ve never seen this darkest shade of brown in Huxley’s eyes, never heard him speak this way. Huxley’s hands slide, running up my sides, then back down again. He grips the hem of my shirt, ready to peel it up and take it off.

“Now tell me…” he waits, his chest heaving, “is this really what you want?”

“Yes.”

God, yes.

He lifts my shirt and takes it off over my head in one swift motion, and then I bend, grabbing his cheeks, kissing him roughly. He knocks my hands away and grabs my face with his instead, rising on his knees to meet me as we get lost in this wicked need.

“Come with me,” Ambrose says and it steals attention from both of us, breaking our kiss, and tugging our gazes along with his movement. He does nothing else, says nothing else…he simply strides past and moves into the hallway, quickly disappearing into the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Huxley shoves to his feet, as if possessed by Ambrose’s command. He bends over me, grabbing my wrists and pulling them around his neck before letting go to slip his hands beneath my ass.

“Hold onto me,” he says.

I grip his neck, hugging him close as he lifts me from the chair with ease, encouraging me to fold around him entirely—my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, my soul around his heart.

“Hux,” I whimper, and he kisses me again as he moves.

Is this really happening?

He carries me down the hallway, past the room where we’ve been caged for so long, just wanting to be free. I can’t believe how free I feel right now going to the bedroom of the man who held us hostage. The sickness of it all twists inside my stomach, clenching through my belly, and sending a dark rush through my veins. The pleasure of it is painful. It’s poison running through me—just like Huxley said—and I’ll never be the same after this.

I don’t want to be the same after this.

I’m lost to the slip of Huxley’s tongue across mine, the eager yet controlled way he tastes me. It’s restrained and unhinged all at once, and it makes me sink in his hold, my body growing heavy with desire. Then suddenly, my back touches the mattress and my eyes pop open.

Ambrose.

Where is he?

As if he can hear my silent question, he appears above me, reaching for my wrists and stretching my arms above my head to rest on the mattress. My eyes flutter shut again at his touch. There’s something about them both being here together—equally involved in this depravity—that helps me relax, helps me sink into it and open myself to them.

Huxley covers me, kissing me deeply while his hands find my stomach and creep higher. My fingers flex and stretch above my head, grasping for something to hold on to. I feel relief wash through me as Ambrose takes hold of my hands, gripping them tightly in his palms as I feel his energy shift toward Huxley.

“Stop kissing her and look at me.”

Defiantly, Huxley deepens the kiss, and God, I love that. I love the way he falls into me, the way he completely devours me with his open lips and urgent tongue.

Ambrose releases one of my hands and then Huxley is jerked away. My eyes snap open to see Ambrose’s hand in Huxley’s hair, gripping the golden blond strands to lift him away from me. I watch from beneath them as Ambrose bends close, his nose nearly touching Huxley’s.

“Have you ever been fucked by a man before?” Ambrose asks.

“Yes,” Huxley replies.

Oh, my God.

“Good,” Ambrose breathes. “Because I want to fuck you both.”

I gasp as Ambrose removes the distance between their lips and kisses him roughly. Huxley responds with equal roughness, kissing him back as desperately as he kissed me.

Shouldn’t that make me jealous?

It only makes me want them more.

My hips move and my pussy grinds against Huxley’s cock, which is quickly hardening through his jeans. He groans as Ambrose tastes him.

I want to taste them both.

Ambrose pulls back from the kiss to whisper against his mouth, “I want to watch you drive her to insanity. I want her writhing in madness and begging for release. I want you to come inside her while I come inside you.”

I watch Huxley’s face as Ambrose speaks, and the way his expression morphs—so lost to his lust—is honestly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His face is tense, yet relaxed, as if Ambrose’s words, his commands, provide him some relief. I’m sure it’s a relief because Huxley always takes the lead. It’s a burden I can’t lift from his shoulders, but Ambrose can…and he does.

“Strip her,” Ambrose says, his hand releasing Huxley’s hair to come down and grip my palm again.

Then Huxley’s hands are at the button of my jeans. He strips me bare all at once, taking my underwear down with my pants as he tugs them past my hips and peels them down my legs.

Once they’re off, I hesitate, snapping my thighs together, suddenly aware of how exposed and vulnerable I am. Instinctively, I tug my arms, but they hardly budge with Ambrose holding my hands.

How I love the feel of his palms on mine, but being held down so rigidly as he presses my arms into the mattress is nearly triggering. Darkness tugs at my mind, trying to pull it away from awareness, but I fight it. I fight it with everything within me because I want to be aware.

Ambrose must sense my panic because he lets go of my hands. I instantly mourn the loss of his touch, but I don’t mourn for long. He comes to kneel on the bed, shuffling closer until his knees are practically straddling my head.

I raise my hands as I gaze up at him, the need to touch him too strong to ignore. I grab hold of his hips as he bends over me, his eyes on mine, his dark hair falling around his face to frame it sinfully. He takes hold of the cups of my bra and pushes the fabric down, exposing my breasts to the cold air inside the cabin. I gasp, then moan as my nipples immediately harden.

His palms come down to cup my breasts and the warm contrast is divine. Wetness gathers between my legs as he kneads the mounds, the heels of his hands digging in against my nipples.

“Put your mouth on her,” he tells Huxley, who drops to his knees in front of me. “Taste her.”

His lips touch my skin in a hurry, pressing to my knee as he spreads my legs with his hands and settles between them. His tongue touches the inside of my thigh, and he licks all the way up, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Hux.”

His gaze is fixated between my legs, dark eyes inspecting me with intent, curiosity, and desire. His tongue runs across his lips and he inhales deeply. “Is that all for us, Glory?” His thumb teases, coming up to brush lightly across the line of my slit. “Have you ever been wet like this with another man?”

“Never,” I breathe the truth.

Ambrose draws his hands back to pinch and roll my nipples with his fingers. My hips buck off the bed with a jolt of electricity through my core. Huxley lays his palm on my stomach and presses me back down. That gentle control he exhibits makes me crazy as every inch of my skin tingles with need.

“Do you want me to taste you?” Huxley shuffles closer and I can feel his heated breath across my flesh. “Will you like it if I slip my tongue inside you? Suck on your clit? Edge you to the brink of insanity, like Ambrose wants?”

My stomach twitches as my muscles clench. “Y-yes…”

“Stop teasing and taste her.” Ambrose reaches for him, grabbing the back of his head with one palm and shoves him forward.

Huxley doesn’t fight him; instead, he buries his face between my legs and attacks me with his mouth and tongue, kissing me as urgently as he kissed my lips before. My thighs twitch as pleasure instantly swells between my legs and ripples up my insides, overwhelming me in a way that makes me feel sick, but in the best way possible.

Huxley licks and laps and sucks while Ambrose holds him down, their heat blanketing me from above. The air is thick with moaning heat and passion. The sounds, the breaths, the moans and whimpers shared between us are like venom in my veins—poison taking hold of me like Huxley told me it would.

I’m changing.

They’re changing me.

My legs close around Huxley’s ears as tension builds in my center, as my body floats with theirs on an invisible cloud of lust.

God, this feels so good.

Ambrose is thick, his erection growing behind his jeans—I can see the bulge where his hips hover above my face.

I want it.

I lift my hands, scrambling to unbutton his jeans, but he moves my hands away with a gentle push.

“No, little bird, no. You don’t lift a finger right now.”

“Why?” I whimper. “I want to.”

He releases Huxley, who continues his frantic consumption without direction. His touch changes from hard to soft as he caresses my skin, rubbing his hands down my chest, over my breasts, down my stomach, and back up again. “We’re all here because of you. Because you chose to stay when I let you go. Because you wanted me. I’ve never been wanted like this, and all I want to do is drive you mad with pleasure. I don’t want to make you disappear by shoving my cock down your throat.”

“I won’t disappear…” I say, though I know he’s right.

“You’ve been hurt that way enough.”

His hands continue to move along my curves as Huxley swipes his tongue heavily over my clit. He clamps his lips around it and sucks, and the jolt of pleasure makes my hips rise from the bed. All four hands are on me—Huxley’s on my hips, Ambrose’s at my belly—and they’re all pushing me down, holding me still with a gentleness I’ve never experienced before. They can hold me down if they do it this way, by granting me such pleasure that my mind can’t leave the moment.

“Please,” I beg, “I can’t…”

I can’t take this much of a good feeling.

The broken parts inside me want them to hurt me, use me, abuse me. I want that because it’s all I’ve ever known. Their gentle, determined control is baffling my senses, overwhelming me, and making me pant. I feel like I can’t catch my breath, and though my lungs ache, I’d happily stop breathing here and now, my last dying moment on the edge of perfect bliss with the two men who own the remaining particles of my ashen heart.

I want to speak; I want to tell them what I’m feeling, but all that comes out are gasps and moans and strangled sounds that get caught in my throat. I’d be thrashing and squirming if I could, but Huxley has wrapped his arms around my legs, gripping my thighs and squeezing my legs together around his head so I can’t move.

His face is buried in my cunt and I’m half-afraid he’ll suffocate down there…but the way he eats me out makes me think he’d happily die that way.

I don’t understand the way he wants me, the way either of them want me. But I love it.

I love this.

Ambrose pulls back and slips his hands beneath my shoulders. He lifts me, scooting closer before sitting back on his heels. He leans me back against his lap, perfectly angling me to look down at Huxley’s face between my legs.

“Look at him,” he whispers through my tangled hair. “Look how much he wants you, how much he needs to taste you. Watch him while he makes you come. Come apart for us, little bird.”

The way he whispers brings about that dark magic that wraps me up in lust, and I succumb to it entirely. My body tenses around my center. Huxley’s eyes snap open and hit me with darkness—the brown hue of his irises looks like shadowed blackness in his spellbound consumption.

The look captivates me entirely, holds me still, draws every molecule of pleasure to my wet, pulsing core. I didn’t know sex could be like this. I didn’t know it could feel safe and freeing. I didn’t know it could grip my senses and free my mind. It’s never been freeing before—not until Huxley and Ambrose.

Ambrose nudges my hair away from my neck with his nose before kissing me there, sucking lightly at my skin as he presses his face into the curve of my neck. They both lick and suck and it makes my head feel light. My skin tingles as fire burns low in my belly. My body curves around the pleasure as something twists inside me.

I grip the comforter with both hands as every muscle tenses, warning of the explosion that’s building and building and building…and then it erupts. Tickling, tingling pleasure fires through my clit and sets off a chain reaction, a drawn-out series of eruptions that pulse through my pussy and shock me into bliss.

I gasp and whimper.

Huxley sucks and groans.

Ambrose licks and hums across my skin.

My thighs twitch as Huxley loosens his hold. He pulls away and stands with a sinful smirk playing across his cheeks—and it makes me want more of him. He places a knee on the bed beside my hip, coming in close as he leans forward, his body hovering above mine. I want to kiss him. I want to taste myself on his lips.

Ambrose has the same idea. “Let me taste her,” he says.

Huxley groans, a deep rumble from his chest, as his eyes flash with hunger. He bends as Ambrose leans, and their mouths meet with fury. They kiss each other so intensely that I feel as though I’m a part of it.

I am part of it.

I’m the taste on their tongues.

I’m the flavor their erotic hunger craves.

I can hardly tear my eyes away, but I do for a moment, long enough to glance down and see the bulge in Huxley’s jeans.

My fingers urgently work on his buckle, his button, his zipper. He snaps away from the kiss before I can reach inside to touch the part of him I never knew I could need this way.

He grabs my hands and shoves them aside, reaches to wrap his palm gently around my throat, and dips down to press his forehead to mine as he meets my eyes. “I wanna fuck you senseless. I wanna see you lost in passion. I wanna drive you to the edge of insanity and pull you back just before you fall.”

“Please,” I breathe out.

Ambrose suddenly disappears, and I fall back onto the bed with Huxley landing on top of me before he moves on his knees to straddle my hips. I scoot backward along the bed so I can pull my legs up from where they dangle over the side, and Huxley moves with me.

His lips touch mine and my tongue slips out to taste him eagerly. He kisses me as voraciously as he did between my legs, nudging at the inside of my thighs with his knees to spread me wide for him. He releases my throat to finish what I started, reaching down between our wriggling bodies to free his cock from his jeans.

The kiss breaks when I reach down for him, my hands scrambling between us to find his warm flesh. We both moan when I wrap one of my hands around him, and I find myself breathless again, panting for more.

As quickly as Ambrose left me before, he returns, his face appearing over Huxley’s shoulder as he dips to kiss his neck. Huxley’s eyes flutter shut, and I feel a jab of pleasure shoot through me at the sight of him.

I need to see him come.

“Take off your clothes,” Ambrose commands, pulling him off the bed, leaving me cold and bare.

I press up onto my elbows to look at them. Ambrose is nude and spectacular—someone too beautiful to be so broken. I glance at his moving hands and see he’s preparing to tear open a condom.

Warmth spreads through my chest at that simple act. I’m sure he’s only trying to protect himself, but I could fool myself into thinking he’s trying to protect me…to protect all of us. Regardless, I don’t want the barrier. I want them both raw. I need to feel them come inside me.

“No.” I shake my head at him. “Don’t put it on. I have an IUD.”

I expect some hesitation, some doubt, a demand for proof. But all I get is eager trust, and fuck, that feels as good as coming. A low growl rumbles in his chest and he tosses the packet aside. He steps closer to Huxley, leaning in toward him. Ambrose lifts the hem of his shirt, peeling it up and tugging it off him. Then his hand wraps around Huxley’s cock, sprung free above the elastic of his boxer briefs and jeans.

And magically, spiritually, all three of us release a collective sigh of relief, because somehow, pleasure for one of us means pleasure for all of us.

Huxley sways, leaning into his grip, and soon they’re kissing again, hungry mouths consuming one another. My hand drifts of its own will, slipping down my stomach, seeking the warmth between my legs as it begs for another release.

Except my touch alone isn’t enough.

It could never be enough with the way I need these men.

“I need you,” I whisper, and they both turn to look at me.

Huxley finishes undressing as Ambrose climbs over me. My breaths stutters in my lungs as his energy pulses through me, kicking up adrenaline for the fear that still lingers. I don’t fear what Ambrose will do to me anymore. Instead, I fear how hard I might fall for him—I can feel it happening already. It makes no sense, but I don’t care. I want to fall for him.

I want to fall for them both.

I have already fallen for Huxley.

Ambrose grips the inside of my thighs, spreads my legs, and presses them down onto the mattress. Without warning, he thrusts inside me. I’m so wet from the orgasm with Huxley that Ambrose slips in with ease, though his thick cock stretches me as he pushes in deep. I gasp, savoring the fullness of his intrusion, and I drop my elbows, falling back onto the mattress to revel in the feeling, inviting him to fuck me however he wants.

He fucks me slowly as Huxley climbs onto the bed and kneels beside me, showing me his cock that’s high and proud, begging to be touched. I turn my head toward him, licking my lips and signaling my desire to taste him the way he tasted me.

“You want it?”

I nod, twisting and lifting my upper body toward him as Ambrose continues to slowly thrust into me. Huxley shuffles closer, bringing his thick cock toward my lips, and I sigh when he’s close enough for me to lick. I run my tongue across the tip, watching his stomach muscles clench at the first contact.

I want all of him clenching and twitching.

I want him writhing and shouting as he comes.

I wrap my lips around him and take him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Glory.”

His hand lands on my head, stroking down until he reaches the base of my skull. He combs his fingers into my hair and holds me there, gently pulsing his cock inside my mouth.

He doesn’t force me to choke on him, and I don’t really know what to do with that. He’s gentle, careful with me, thrusting shallow strokes with appreciation and gratitude for my desire to please him.

He’s grateful.

He cares.

He makes me feel human.

They make me feel worthy.

It makes my eyes fill with tears and I blink, trying to hide them because I don’t want him to stop this. I don’t want either of them to stop this. Both of them are touching me, caressing me, worshipping me with easy strokes of their hard cocks.

They aren’t taking from me…they’re giving.

And I know right now that I’ll never leave them. I’ll never leave either of them.

Huxley’s thumb brushes beneath my eye, grabbing hold of a tear and swiping it away as I blink up at him. He pulls his cock away, but I lean for it, open my mouth wider for it, begging for him to come back.

“Tell me you’re okay,” he says softly, and suddenly, Ambrose stops, too.

They both stop and look at me, waiting for my response as if they would stop this right now if I told them to. My chest tightens and aches. It feels as though my ribs are fusing together, forming a barrier around the ashes of my heart, crushing the smoky particles back together, and trying to spark the embers of the shattered organ back to life.

It hurts, but it feels good, too.

It feels like strength is building within me.

It feels like my weak voice could become strong again, like my words have meaning here.

“Do you want to stop?” Huxley asks.

“No,” I say firmly. “No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Not for anything. I want this. I want you both. Please.”

Warmth descends. Ambrose covers me, bending to kiss my neck as he starts to move inside me again. Huxley caresses my cheek, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip and tugging gently. I open for him again and he lets me take him, he lets me lick him, he lets me run my tongue along the underside of his cock before I wrap my lips around him and suck.

The three of us move in perfect harmony, pleasing each other as if it were as natural and necessary as breathing…because it is.

We twist and twitch and beg and breathe, beautiful tension building and pulsing between us as a single heartbeat, a single need that could only ever be fulfilled between the three of us.

At some point, Ambrose takes control, shoving Huxley onto his back and lifting me on top of him. He holds my hips from behind and guides me onto Huxley’s cock, pushing me down slowly to take him deep inside me. I gasp, tossing my head back as I sit down on him and he fills me more completely than I ever thought I could be filled.

I feel Ambrose’s hardness press into my lower back as he holds me there, as his fingers dig into my flesh to hold me still and keep me from moving.

I want to lie on Huxley, spread my cheeks for Ambrose, and have him thrust inside my back entrance. I want him to claim me entirely. But he won’t let me move.

“Please,” I beg. “I need to come.”

“Don’t move,” he says against my ear.

I feel him spread Huxley’s legs beneath me, shifting me forward, and I have to spread my knees a little wider to keep straddling him. I feel Ambrose move behind me, his hand stroking down my spine, all the way down between my cheeks, and lower still…until his touch disappears.

I know where his hand went.

I see it on Huxley’s face as he gasps and his eyes roll back in pleasure.

He wants to be filled as much as I do, and God, how I want that for him. I want his pleasure more than I want my own, though I know that his pleasure is linked with mine. I can already feel it cresting and swelling.

I feel Ambrose against my back again, his cock down low beneath me. I know the moment he starts to push inside Huxley because he gasps and his eyes snap open wide, his head tilting back as the most erotic groan I’ve ever heard rumbles through him.

“Fuck him, Glory,” Ambrose commands, one hand landing on my hip. “Use him to make you come, and we’ll come with you.”

“Fuck. Glory, fuck me,” Huxley begs.

A new rush of wetness flows between my legs, my pussy already pulsing and my stomach clenching with need. My cunt begs for friction and pressure, but I’m not used to being on top. I’m used to being fucked, not taking pleasure for myself.

I start to move, lifting and lowering onto his cock, and I can see how much Huxley likes that, but it’s not quite right for me.

“Stop. You’ll exhaust yourself that way.” Ambrose grabs hold of my hips with both hands, stopping me, holding me down on Huxley’s lap. He guides me, pressing my hips forward and back. “Like this, little bird. Rock your hips. Keep him deep inside you and rub your clit on his stomach.”

How do these men know my body better than I know myself?

A wave of pure bliss ripples through me at the way they know me, at the way they guide me, at the way they want to make me feel good. I love the way they both can take control of me without scaring me.

I love all of this.

I love them.

I do what Ambrose tells me and in moments, my whole body tightens. A shudder tears through me as I moan, as I drop my body forward and press my palms to the mattress on either side of Huxley’s head. I rock faster, pressing my hips down hard and rubbing my clit against the base of his cock and his lower stomach. My eyelids flutter, but I try to keep them open as I feel Ambrose behind me, matching my rhythm, thrusting inside Huxley from beneath me.

Huxley holds my gaze as our lips part, as we both moan and whimper in desperation.

“I’m gonna come,” I whisper as I feel Huxley’s cock swell inside me, thickening and pulsing as he nears his own release.

“Fuck,” Ambrose groans behind me, leaning into me and pressing his lips to my spine. He peppers kisses all over my back and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation. “Come for us, little bird. Scream for us. Let us know how good it feels. Make us come with you.”

“Fucking do it, Glory,” Huxley demands with hooded eyes. “Fucking come on my cock. Take me with you.”

I feel the tightening, the tensing, the building climax as my rocking thrusts become frantic. “God,” I breathe out. “God, I’m coming. I’m…I—”

My jaw drops open and my eyes squeeze shut as something more powerful than dark magic rips through my soul. A sound breaks free from my chest—some strange combination of a gasp, a moan, a strangled scream. My body goes rigid, trembling as the climax consumes me, swirls around Huxley’s cock inside me, and tugs at his release.

I feel warm liquid punch inside me as the waves of pleasure hit me again and again, as Huxley lifts his hips from the mattress and fucks into me as he shouts out his release.

And Ambrose, the man who’s dark magic twisted us all together in this toxic lust, groans and fucks into Huxley harder, faster, plunging into him until he comes undone with a rough groan that echoes throughout the room.

We come together.

We collapse together.

We find bliss in the madness together.