Mila Young

“Oh fuck. Look at him, he’s already improving just from the scent of your arousal filling the room,” Ash purred. I reluctantly tore my eyes off his dick and looked up at his face. Oh. His color really did look like it was already getting better.

“Touch yourself, princess,” Ash ordered. “Fill the room with the scent of your perfect dripping cunt.”

My pussy gushed at his words.

“You like that,” Ash growled, his voice growing deep and husky. “Fuck, you smell so good.”

Ash’s voice may have been a sexy soundtrack to the moment, but all my attention was focused on Seven, whose color was continuing to rapidly improve.

I slipped my hands down the front of myself, watching his reaction carefully as my fingers slid through my slick folds.

I teased him a bit, dragging his tip through my folds, loving how desperate he looked.

“Please,” he gasped.

“Please what?” I teased.

“Please fuck me,” he begged. It was a heady thing, having this glorious creature literally desperate for me.

Ash chuckled darkly behind me, his breath puffing against my neck. “Don’t be mean, sweetheart. He did almost die, after all.” His hands went to my hips, gripping and massaging them as Seven stared at me worshipfully.

“Well, I guess when you put it that way.” I dropped down on Seven’s thick cock slowly, because the stretch was beyond intense. Ash guided my movements.

A flavor that was a mix between strawberries and bananas hit my tongue, and I moaned delightedly as I swallowed, jumping when a shock slid down my spine. My body immediately began to feel light and happy, and the garish red light didn’t seem nearly as intimidating.

“Um, Ash, what drink did you give her?” Seven asked, cocking his head as he stared at me in alarm. I smiled at him goofily. I just loved him so much.

“You love him, huh?” asked Ash huskily, his eyes beginning to glow. “What about me?”

Sigh. I loved him too.

“Creed, what the fuck did you order?” snapped Tempest as Creed appeared, finally back from the bar. Why did he seem so distressed?

“Creed, you’re back, honey,” I purred, lurching forward and trying to throw my arms around Creed’s neck. Except…he was so fucking tall. Maybe if I climbed him?

“I thought the pink one was just ethernium. She shouldn’t have felt it at all,” commented Ash, but I wasn’t following what they were talking about anymore—I just wanted Creed to hold me.

“Honey. I like that,” murmured Creed as he finally gave me what I wanted and picked me up. I nuzzled against his cheek. He was so handsome. My handsome monster. Mine. Mine. Mine.

I heard the rest of them chuckling, and I frowned as I tried to think of a way I could hold all of them at once.

“Smells like ethernium,” he muttered, before taking a sip. “Fuck,” he said as he swallowed, his gaze turning dreamy as he stared at all of us and took another long drink.

“I love you guys,” he said after a moment in the cutest, softest voice I could imagine.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” snapped Tempest, ripping the drink out of Seven’s hand and throwing it to the ground. He stalked towards the bar.

“Where’s he going?” I sighed as I began to smother Creed’s face with kisses, loving the way his chest was rumbling with laughter against me.

I felt a warm body behind me and sighed when Seven began to nuzzle my neck. I loved getting this type of attention from him. I moaned and Creed stiffened against me. He gently extricated my arms from around his neck and pushed me into Seven’s arms. “What’s wrong?” I asked Creed even as Seven and I began to cuddle and exchange kisses.

“I have a lot of self-discipline, pet. But you making those noises and rubbing up against me is one way to break that discipline fast,” he explained. I huffed and heard Ash snort.

Seven licked the side of my cheek, and I giggled. “I wish you could always be like this,” I said with a sigh as I ran my hands through his hair. “I love you…like this.”

“Crazy about you, sweetheart,” Seven purred.

“The ethernium bottle was spiked,” Tempest said with a huff as he stomped up to me, tipping up my chin and looking into my eyes.

“Spiked?” asked Creed with a frown.

“Someone put fenderroot in it. There was residue on the inside of the bottle that hadn’t dissolved.”

“Well, that explains this,” Ash said, amused. “We might as well leave. Fenderroot takes hours to wear off. We’re just lucky that Seven’s not trying to fuck her on the floor right now.”

“That sounds wonderful,” I sighed as Seven nibbled on my neck.

Creed’s laugh floated around me, cocooning me in its warmth.

“We don’t need to leave. It will just make her more comfortable,” I heard Tempest insist as Seven slipped a finger underneath the small covering over my nipple, softly rubbing it.

“More,” I insisted, rubbing up against his hard dick that I could feel underneath his covering.

“Alright, you two,” said Ash, grabbing me out of Seven’s arms. Seven growled and tried to pull me back. “This isn’t happening tonight, Tempest. Get your head out of your ass.”

Ash began to stalk towards the entrance as I began to play with his hair, staring over his shoulder at the others. Seven followed us, his gaze locked on me as if I was the center of his universe. It was a heady feeling. I held out my hand to him, wanting him to be closer. I wanted them all to be closer.

Tempest was arguing with Creed about something, but I was starting to get hot…and achy.

The raging heat between us increases rapidly, matching Nikos’ thrusting tempo.

He rides me.

My eyes shut, and I’m lost to everything but this moment in time

“Sure thing, Hulk,” Stone groans.

“Who the fuck is that?” Crius asks, climbing off his horse. I’m just as curious, what’s a Hulk?

Ash pack living down there, doing just that, and how they live with the enemy right on their doorstep. The thought scares the hell out of me

I began to rub against Ash more, trying to get pressure on my clit. “I’m hurting,” I whimpered into Ash’s ear.

“Fuck,” he cursed as he turned back to the others. “Hurry the fuck up. It’s getting worse.”

Tempest snarled while Creed and Seven came after us.

I began to cry when Ash held me still against him. “Why are you doing this to me? Why don’t you want me?” I sobbed. Something in the back of my mind was telling me how ridiculous I was acting, but I couldn’t help it.

“She’s crying. Fuck me,” Ash moaned to the others. “Sweetheart, of course I want you. I always want you,” he said soothingly, rubbing my ass in a way that only made me hornier.

“I’m going to die if I don’t fuck her right now,” growled Seven, lunging towards me. Creed caught him around the waist, stopping him an inch away from me.

“Alright, lover boy….let’s get you both home. No one is fucking anyone,” said Creed exasperatedly. Tempest scoffed next to him, and I realized he was sporting a black eye. When had that happened?

We made it outside, but getting away from the sexual, haunting beat of the club didn’t do anything to soften the overwhelming madness I was feeling. I needed to be fucked. Hard. Everywhere.

“Please help me,” I moaned, my hands digging into Ash’s shoulders in distress.

Seven was struggling against Creed, trying to get to me, and I watched in a daze as Creed pressed something on Seven’s neck, causing him to slump over and almost fall to the ground.

“Now we have to carry the bastard home," griped Tempest, shaking his head.

“I can’t take it anymore. I have to help her,” said Ash helplessly as I continued to sob.

“We are never leaving the castle again,” growled Creed, as he looked around at the buildings surrounding us. “Over there,” he motioned to an alleyway.

“Why don’t we just take her back to the club?” said Tempest. “What’s the difference?”

“Because others would see her,” snapped Ash vehemently, his voice filled with fire. Tempest and Creed looked taken aback at the harsh tone in his voice, and I was even able to stop crying for a minute as I stared in awe at his beautiful, beautiful face.

“No one is seeing her like that but us,” Ash snarled, daring any of the others to argue with him. Seven was slung over Creed’s shoulder, so he obviously didn’t have anything to say…but neither did the others.

“Any monster that sees her getting fucked outside of our circle is going to get their eyes torn out. Am I making myself clear?”

I moaned at that, and a snort slipped from Ash, his face softening from the fierce mask he’d been wearing. “You like my crazy side, sweetheart?” he asked, brushing my hair softly out of my face.

Another rush of lust chose that moment to appear.