Wicked Webs

by CoraLee June

  My eyes widened. “Are you saying that every time I’m hurt, I need to fuck one of you so I can feed and heal?”

  Risk grinned. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Rather pleasant way to heal, wouldn’t you say?”

  “Then Tomb and I will take care of her. She doesn’t want anything to do with you,” Crow said at my back, his arms tightening around me.

  Risk cast a bored look to him. “Whether you want to admit it or not, she’s my mate as well.”

  My head was growing dizzy, the sensation made worse when I started shaking my head. “You’re not my real mate,” I argued. “I’m just your pet you like to mock in front of Belvini.”

  Risk rolled his eyes. “Clearly, we were not on the same page.”

  “What?”

  “It was an act,” he explained slowly. “I was merely playing the hand that had the best odds in our favor. I know how to take risks and how to win. But just because I’m using it to our advantage does not mean I used you. You are my mate. I don’t take that lightly. I needed Belvini to think that I didn’t care for you more than a pet. I thought you understood, so I apologize for causing you pain.”

  I stared at him in disbelief and doubt, trying not to let the flare of hope catch fire. I was terrified that this was just another trick. “Belvini orchestrated our mating. How can we know if it’s sincere? It just feels so tainted now.”

  “I chose you, not Belvini, Wicked Love”

  His tone was serious and decisive. The barb of betrayal lifted off my heart, and I shuddered out another tear, this one of relief. Crow’s thumb came up to swipe the tear away. “Don’t cry, Little Spider,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Next time, tell me the plan before you act it out,” I reprimanded Risk.

  “Next time, have a little trust in your mate, hmm?” he countered.

  “I’ve only known you for a few hours,” I pointed out.

  He blinked at me. “So?”

  I rolled my eyes, then hissed when another wave of dizziness and pain tore through me, and I grimaced.

  “Right. Time to heal, Wicked Love.”

  “We’ll take care of her,” Crow insisted.

  “You two are barely strong enough to stand right now, let alone feed her. She’ll drain you in an instant, and who knows how long it’ll take for you to come back to life,” Risk told him. “I will feed her. If you two can share nicely and be good mistermates, then I’ll let you make her come.”

  My eyes widened, even as heat bloomed over my cheeks. I was surprised I even had enough blood in me to blush still, let alone feel the trail of heat start to build in my core that somehow dulled the pain I was feeling.

  Crow looked over at Tomb, as if deferring to him, letting him make the call. Tomb stared hard at Risk, and I was certain that they were about to come to blows again, but to my surprise, Tomb nodded and held out a hand. “I don’t like you. I don’t trust you, either. If I think even for a second that you’re fucking us over, I’ll kill you slowly,” Tomb promised in a steely voice before sighing. “But Motley chose you, and you’re here now to help keep her safe, which means we share a duty.”

  Risk shook his hand. “Indeed. Let’s see to our duty, shall we?” he said with a wicked glint in his eye that made my heart trip.

  I felt Crow’s hold loosen around me right before Risk scooped me up and carried me across the room, pushing the door open to the bathroom. He set me inside the shower, letting me sit on the bench, as Tomb and Crow followed him in.

  “Let’s get rid of this dress, hmm?” Risk pulled the strap of my dress down and pushed the blood-stained fabric to my waist. I wasn’t completely convinced that he was on my side or that he was taking our mate bond seriously, but I was willing to use him up, like he used me. I just hoped over time we’d find normalcy in the bond we’d recklessly created.

  “This is definitely in the way,” Risk said while brushing a hand over my bustier. Heated goosebumps pebbled over my skin as he trailed a finger along the beaded curve of my lingerie, never touching my skin.

  A whimper escaped my throat, making the devious demon smirk. “Tell me you understand I’m committed to this risky bond, and I’ll kiss your perfect tits,” Risk bargained in a raspy whisper.

  I didn’t want to lie, so I kept my lips closed and used my uninjured arm to undo the ties, letting the top fall from my shoulders and slip off my body. Risk’s eyes flamed with heated desire and frustration.

  “Crow,” I began, turning my attention to him. “Kiss me.”

  My malphas demon didn’t wait a single second. He surged forward and licked my salty skin with a long stroke of his hot tongue, landing right on my beaded nipple. My back arched, and my lips parted. He sucked on my breasts while cupping my neck, the slight squeeze of his fingers adding a sense of danger to his touch.

  My body was charging up, lure seeping from my skin in uncontrollable waves. It was strange to be so turned on when I was so injured, but it was like my survival instincts were kicking in. I needed to feed in order to heal, so my body was getting me ready for pleasure, drawing in my mates and making them ready for it too. I could scent the desire in the air even more than I could smell my blood.

  “Motley,” Risk warned while unbuttoning his pants. “Tell me you know I was trying to protect you.” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Maybe it was immature of me to make him sweat, but I couldn’t even speak if I wanted to. My moans had grown needier, as Crow had migrated to my neck and was sucking on the sensitive skin there, pulling me through his teeth as he groaned.

  “Tell me. Or I’ll have to show you, Wicked Love.”

  I wanted Risk to show me. I wanted all of them to show me. I knew that we were physically compatible, but we had a long way to go before trust could be built. We had a lot to learn about one another before I could truly feel the connection I craved.

  I opened my mouth to defy him, longing for the consequences of my disobedience like it was an addictive drug. Tomb interrupted me before I could speak though, stealing my mouth for his own with a cold, hardened kiss. His hand threaded through my hair, and he angled my face just so, delving his tongue deeper into my mouth. I kissed Tomb back with vigor, partly to make the demon jealous, and partly because my gargoyle was a damn good kisser.

  The shower spray suddenly turned on, dousing me in cold water and making me pull back with a surprised yelp. Risk looked down at me, now shirtless and pantless, lifting a finger up in admonition. “Don’t try to tease me. It won’t end well for you.” Fuck, his body was cut. Each muscle rippled with masculinity, and my eyes trailed the delicious lines that led to his hard cock.

  I stood up, holding all my weight on my good leg as I kept an arm on Crow’s shoulder to help me. Feeling defiant, I slipped down my panties, letting them hit the tile with a wet smack, and then I kicked away all the ruined clothes with my foot, letting the drain carry away the streaks of my blood.

  “Oh, I think it’ll end just fine for me,” I said with a smirk before turning to Crow and kissing him this time. I felt Tomb’s body come around behind me, his strong grip holding me up as my tongue tangled with Crow’s.

  I’d never been with more than one person before, but I didn’t feel awkward when Tomb’s hands came up to knead my breasts while Crow groaned into my mouth. I didn’t even feel embarrassed knowing that Risk’s hot, hungry eyes were on me. I liked it. I was building up to what I wanted most, my body pumping me full of pheromones to distract from the pain.

  I thought my little teasing display of insolence would piss Risk off. I wanted that little piece of satisfaction. But I should’ve known better.

  My eyes popped open in surprise when I suddenly felt his hand cupping me, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit in rough, demanding strokes. My head fell back against Tomb’s shoulder, and I started gasping for breath.

  “Do you like that?” Risk asked, stepping up to me so that I could feel his cock press against my stomach. With Tomb at my back and Crow to my side, I was trapped between them, ca
ught between three powerful, dynamic personalities and hot as hell bodies. My pulse was racing, my spider was salivating, and I had to bite my lip to keep from coming so fast, simply because I didn’t want to give Risk the satisfaction.

  “No,” I answered breathlessly.

  His lips tipped up. “A demon hybrid shouldn’t be such a terrible liar. You’re going to have to work on that.”

  His fingers came up to my clit, toying with and rubbing it with expert precision, and a whimper escaped out of me. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t—

  “You’re close,” Risk purred. “Your body wants to give in, doesn’t it?”

  “No,” I repeated.

  He tsked. “Remember what I said about lies and gambles?”

  I was right there. So close. My resolve was shoved aside with the purely selfish need to come. I clamped my lips together, determined to hide it from him, to pretend that I wasn’t riding my peak, but just before I hit it, Risk dropped his hand.

  My mouth opened in irritated confusion. “What are you doing?”

  He stepped under the shower spray, brushing his hair away from his face. “I told you not to tease me,” he said with a shrug. “And I also still need to hear you say it.”

  My lips pressed together, and frustration blossomed in my eyes. I knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t lie. “I don’t know, okay?” I snapped, suddenly feeling very vulnerable standing here, naked and hurt. “I don’t know if I believe you. I want to, I—”

  My words choked off, and I hated myself for it. I hated him for having such a huge impact on my emotions. It had to be the mating bond. The force of it was more than I’d anticipated, and I was way more attached to him than I wanted to be.

  Risk’s eyes suddenly softened, and then he was pulling my head to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Ah, Wicked Love. I forget how young you are,” he said quietly against my brow. His thumb tipped up my face so he could look me in the eye. “I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t care for you. I didn’t realize what was going on in your pretty head. But I swear on my honor as a demon, I’m not deceiving you now.”

  I heard Tomb snort. “Does a demon have honor?”

  Risk tilted his head in thought. “Depends on the demon, I suppose.”

  A stilted laugh came out of me. I was a jumble of emotions, and yet my hunger was growing, making me insistently needy.

  “I want to believe you, and I guess I do. Just give me some time, okay? This is all really new.”

  “Fair enough,” Risk replied before cupping me once more. “Let’s just focus on making you feel good then.” He started teasing me once more, coaxing my cunt with grounding pleasure. I rode his palm as Crow began to nip my ear and Tomb kneaded every inch of skin he could get his hands on.

  “Are you close? Don’t lie to me this time,” Risk said as I grinded against his strong hand.

  “Y-yes,” I whimpered. “So close.” I couldn’t lie again even if I wanted to. I was hungry for my orgasm. Hungry for that full feeling of being thoroughly fucked. I needed to heal, and I needed them to make that happen.

  Like he was reading my mind, Risk casually slipped two fingers inside of me, joining that hungry connection between us so I could finally feed. My spider went haywire. She started sucking the dark demon’s life essence, and I immediately broke apart in his hand. He continued to work my clit as a scream broke past my lips. I was so slick, so wet with the satisfying orgasm and the thrill of my feeding.

  “Our mate is so beautiful when she creams my fingers. I wonder if she tastes as good as she looks right now,” Risk said while turning to Crow. “Would you like a taste?”

  Risk pulled his fingers from my pussy and held them up to my malphas demon. “Suck her cum from my fingers.”

  I thought for sure Crow would shove his hand away, but instead, his violet eyes flared, and he latched on, sucking my wetness from Risk’s fingers in one aggressive swipe, his fingers clenched around Risk’s wrist. When he let go, Crow’s gleaming eyes roved down to the spot between my thighs. “You taste like our own personal brand of syrup. So fucking sweet.”

  I whimpered, feeling my body slowly starting to heal as my spider continued to pull on Risk’s thread. It was satisfying my hunger, but the rest of me still needed to be filled too.

  “Please,” I began. “I need more.”

  My men didn’t waste a single second. Tomb picked me up and cradled me to his chest, leading me back into the bedroom and gently laying me down on the bed. “You need more, Wid?” he asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he rubbed his hard hands along my slit.

  “Yes,” I whimpered, writhing on the bed.

  “Like this?” he asked while lining his dick up with my pussy. He didn’t fill me up though, he merely teased me with the head of his cock, pressing on my sensitive entrance with a subtle, teasing force.

  “Please?” I asked as Crow got on his knees on the bed. I turned my head to greet his hard cock, licking my lips at the sight of him.

  “You want this, Little Spider?” Crow asked while rubbing droplets of precum against my lips.

  “I need it,” I begged.

  Risk settled beside me, his bulky frame pressing into the mattress as his hand reached around to tease my ass, kneading, rubbing, taunting. His long fingers stroked and baited, positioning themselves at my puckered hole. Fuck. It felt dangerous and wrong to have him there, but so fucking right. Each of my mates were waiting to be devoured.

  “I can’t wait to fill you up,” Risk sighed. “But I’m going to ease you into that.”

  They all floated along my barriers, waiting for my plea, waiting for my scream.

  “Feed me,” my spider begged.

  Crow slid his cock past my lips, dragging his piercing along the roof of my mouth as I gagged on the sweet and salty taste of him. I didn’t even have time to fully appreciate the feeding connection between us, because Tomb slammed into my pussy without warning, stretching me and stuffing me with his giant cock.

  My spider latched on to him too, blissful delirium guiding my shaking and trembling body. A euphoria like I’d never felt before made every ounce of my existence plume and settle into satisfaction. I’d never felt so full, never felt so cherished or worshipped. Feeding from all three of them at the same time was like nothing I’d ever imagined. Crow tasted like cool shadows, Tomb was a savory comfort, and Risk was like pure, unadulterated spice and heat. It was bliss.

  And then Risk eased his finger inside of my ass, bringing my rapture to an all new high. My spider relished in consuming her mates. I felt myself grow stronger with each pull of their combined essences, with each thrust, with each hard rock against my body.

  “Fuck, Little Spider. Your mouth fits so perfectly around my cock,” Crow groaned.

  I sucked him vigorously and watched as his head tipped back, those gleaming white teeth of his sinking through his plush bottom lip in delight. He looked so beautiful as I siphoned carnal ecstasy from his cock and devoured his life core. He started to look exhausted, though. I could see the tiredness in his hooded eyes, could see the way his body swayed on the mattress.

  I pulled his cock out of my mouth, his metal piercing scraping against the roof of my mouth. He collapsed on the bed beside me and lazily stroked his dick with easy strides, running his thumb over the head of his piercing with an easygoing smile on his face.

  Tomb started pounding me harder, stealing my attention for his with hard, thumping strokes as he tipped up my hips to drive deeper into me. I shuddered at the invasion, little gasps escaping my lips at the fullness of his racing movements. I unfurled, my back arching as zings of pleasure shot through me.

  The air was perfumed with our slick sex. I breathed in the smell of arousal, letting my spider get off on how turned on her mates were. I reveled in the power I had over their pleasure. I felt their bonds as surely as I felt my own heartbeat thudding wildly in my chest.

  The four of us were latched together in sensuous exhilaration and merged needs
. In that moment, there was zero doubt that they all wanted me. With us like this, being driven by our basic instincts and carnal desires, I could read the bond clearly, and I knew that they couldn’t fake this. They couldn’t trick the bond—not even Risk. So when I reached over and grasped the demon in my palm, I did it because I wanted to. Because I wanted to show him that I felt the truth of his intentions in the cord that linked us.

  Risk sucked in a breath between clenched teeth as I swept my thumb over the head of his cock, coating him in his own cum. My shoulder had already healed, and it didn’t hurt at all when I reached up to cup his balls and roll them through my fingers. Looking down at where Tomb was moving in and out of me, I could see his hand squeezing protectively over my thigh where the bullet had once been, my skin unmarred.

  They’d healed me already, and my spider released them, humming in gluttony at how well they’d fed us. All that was driving me now was my own lust, and it was amplified by their own hardened desires.

  Risk’s hand came down to curl around mine. “Squeeze my cock harder,” he said, so I gave him what he wanted, my hand closing tighter around his hard, thick cock as I stroked up and down.

  “Fuck, just like that. Squeeze my dick just like that while your gargoyle fucks you and your other mate watches.”

  My gaze locked on Crow, my tongue wetting my lip as I watched him stroke himself, his movement matching the movements of my own hand. “Do you want to hold his dick too?” Risk asked.

  “Yes,” I whimpered.

  Risk chuckled. “You heard her.”

  Crow leaned forward so I could reach him, and then I had both of their lengths in my palms. The velvety feel of their skin combined with their hardness was a delicious combination. I squeezed Risk even harder, and he let out a hiss.

  “Fucking hellfire,” he gritted. “Squeeze that cock, Wicked Love. Squeeze it so I can cum all over your pretty tits.”

  I did. I pumped them faster and faster, never letting up on the force of my fist, and watched in awe as they came nearly at the same time. Streaks of cum shot from their dicks, painting a criss cross pattern over my chest and belly.