26. Nico
26
NICO
I grind against Quinn, my cock already hard as a fucking rock after telling her exactly what I want from her.
“You’re still thinking too much, mia cara,” I murmur against her neck, breathing in the scent of jasmine and honey that clings to her skin. The stress from tonight’s meeting with the Syndicate is still there, tensing her muscles, clouding those gorgeous gray eyes. “Let us help you forget for a while.”
Her breath hitches as I bite down on the sensitive spot below her ear. Killian and Atlas watch us with predatory intensity, and I know she’ll get off on putting on a show for them… if I can just get her to fucking let go.
“I can’t just forget what they want me to do,” she whispers, but her body is already responding to me. I can feel her nipples hardening, even through the layers of fabric separating us. “That woman is innocent. Her baby?—”
“We’ll figure it out tomorrow,” Atlas cuts in before I can. “Right now, just be here with us.”
I spin her suddenly, turning her to face my brothers. My hands slide down her sides, possessive, claiming. “You want to know what I love about you, mia cara?” I ask, nipping at her throat. “How much you fucking care. Most people in our world, they’re dead inside. Like my father. Like too many people we all know.”
“Nico…” She tries to turn her head to look at me, but I hold her still.
“But you?” I continue, sliding one hand up to grip her throat. Not squeezing, just holding. “You feel everything. And that makes you stronger, not weaker.”
“He’s right,” Killian adds, taking a step closer. His eyes are locked on to hers, and I can feel her start to shiver against me. “Your heart is what makes you dangerous, but it also helps you keep your humanity.”
A soft sound escapes her as I press my cock firmly against her ass. “You know what else I love?” I ask, my free hand working the button of her jeans. “How wet you get when we talk about taking you together.”
Her sharp intake of breath is all the confirmation I need. Atlas curses under his breath, and I can see the bulge straining against his pants as he gingerly pushes himself up from the chair where he’s been sitting. The energy in the room shifts and becomes electric with pent-up need.
“You want that, mia cara?” I ask, voice rough. “All three of us fucking you? Making you forget everything except how good we can make you feel?”
She nods, but I knew the answer before I even asked the question. “Yes. Please.”
Something primal roars to life inside me. This woman—this smart, beautiful, sexy-as-fuck survivor—trusts all three of us enough to let go. To let us see her vulnerable. To let us own her, if only for a little while at a time.
I catch Killian’s eye, then Atlas’s. They know what I’m thinking. What I want. What we all want.
Killian moves first and Atlas follows, both of them drawn to her like they can’t fucking help themselves. My hands tighten possessively on Quinn’s hips as they close in around her. The four of us move together like we’ve done this a thousand times, like we were made for this. For her.
The soft sounds she makes as we touch her go straight to my cock, feeding something dark and hungry inside me.
“Look at her,” Atlas growls, his voice rough with need. “She’s so fucking perfectly needy.”
Killian’s large hand slides up to grip her throat, taking over from where mine was. The way she yields to him, trusting even though she knows damn well what those hands are capable of, makes my cock painfully hard.
“Tell them what you need, mia cara,” I demand, my lips brushing her ear. “Tell them how you want us to make you forget everything except who you belong to.”
Her breath catches as Killian’s other hand slides lower, teasing while Atlas claims her mouth in a brutal kiss that leaves her moaning for more.
“Everything,” she gasps when Atlas releases her. “I need all three of you in me. Now.”
“Yeah, I’ll give you everything,” Killian promises. “Every fucking inch.” His eyes lock with mine over her shoulder, and I see the same savage hunger there. “We’re gonna make you fucking scream our names, over and over and over again.”
I grope her ass, squeezing and kneading those perfectly round globes over her jeans. The way she writhes against me, grinding her ass back into my cock, makes it clear she’s already close to the edge. Someone else’s hands—Killian’s, I think—are between her thighs, working her pussy through the denim. She’s gotta be so fucking wet by now, and I can’t wait to taste her, to make her fall apart while someone else fills her sweet pussy.
Her shirt is starting to ride up, and I don’t waste any time pulling it up and over her head. She raises her arms to help me, and I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her, moaning and writhing as we give her all the attention she deserves. Atlas practically tears her bra away, and then his face disappears between her breasts. She moans, her head falling back against my shoulder as she gives herself over to the sensation.
It’s too fucking tempting, and I can’t resist any longer. I kiss her, moving from her neck to her lips and letting our tongues entwine. I want more. I want all of her.
Atlas breaks away from Quinn’s breasts and jerks his head toward the hallway. “Upstairs. Now.” His voice is as commanding as ever, but I catch the slight grimace as he shifts his weight.
“I’ve got her.” Killian doesn’t miss a beat, already moving to scoop Quinn into his arms before Atlas accidentally busts a fucking stitch. Our girl wraps her legs around his waist instinctively, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen in way too long.
I can’t help but grin, watching them work together without missing a beat. We’ve always been in sync during jobs, but this? This is different. Better. The way we can anticipate each other’s needs, the way we all know exactly what she needs without having to say a word.
Killian carries her toward the stairs, her perfect ass cupped in his massive hands. She’s still wearing those tight fucking jeans, but not for long. Not with the way Atlas is looking at her like he wants to tear them off with his teeth.
“We’re gonna make you forget your own name,” Killian promises as he takes the stairs two at a time. Quinn’s only response is to kiss him hard, one hand fisted in his shirt while the other reaches back toward Atlas and me.
Atlas catches my eye, and I see my own need reflected there. We follow them up to her bedroom, and as Killian sets her down on the bed, I’m already planning exactly how I want to take her apart.
“Look at you, so fucking ready for us, aren’t you?” I growl, reaching out to grope one of those perfect tits. Her nipples are hard and tight, begging for attention, and I love the soft whimper I earn from her. “You like that, mia cara? Want more?”
Atlas peels her pants off quickly, then rips her panties away as if they’re made of tissue paper, sinking his tongue into her pussy like he’s fucking starving for her. Quinn bucks her hips up, seeking more pressure, and Killian and I both freeze for a second as we shuck our own clothes, mesmerized by the sight.
I shouldn’t be this turned on by watching someone else eat her out. But fuck, is it hot as hell seeing her writhe and hearing those needy little sounds she’s making. I start stroking myself, slow and steady, as Killian does the same.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Atlas murmurs, pulling away just long enough to speak before diving back in. “I could stay down here for fucking days at a time just eating your sweet pussy.”
“More,” Quinn gasps, her hands fisting in the sheets as she arches off the bed. Killian’s got one of her nipples in his mouth now, and I lean down to take the other, licking and sucking while he teases her with his teeth.
Atlas teases her, lapping at her clit with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue. Her hips are already moving in time with those little strokes, seeking more pressure, more friction. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she gets closer and closer to the edge.
“Not yet, vicious,” Atlas says, slapping her clit with just enough force to make her gasp, but not enough to push her over.
Killian looks up from where he’s been devouring one of those perfect tits, then reaches out to hold her head up so she’s looking straight down her body to where Atlas is feasting. “Tell him how good he’s making you feel, siren. Tell him how much you love it when he eats that tight little pussy.”
“I l-love it,” she gasps. “Oh my fucking god, it feels so… so good. Please don’t stop. You’re all going to… going to make me come.”
“Don’t worry, mia cara,” I say. “We’ll get you there. Just the way you like it.”
Atlas growls, a low sound of agreement, as he finally pulls away from her pussy, leaving her slick and flushed and so fucking hot. He rocks back on his heels and quickly sheds his clothes, then repositions himself at her entrance, groaning as the head of his cock presses inside her.
My hand finds her hair, gripping tight to ground her as he starts to push in. “Take him. Show us how much you need this.”
“Fuck,” Atlas grunts, his hands tightening on her hips. In one hard thrust, he buries himself until he’s balls deep. Quinn’s back arches off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. “That’s it. So fucking tight for me.”
“Jesus, that’s hot,” I say mostly to myself as I stroke my own cock faster with my free hand. “Look at the way she stretches around you. Perfect fucking pussy.”
Killian reaches for her throat and squeezes just enough to make her gasp. “Tell him how it feels, siren. Tell him what that thick cock is doing to you.”
Her eyes are wild and desperate as Atlas starts to move. Each thrust has her crying out, her nails digging into Killian’s forearm while I keep her hair wrapped tight in my fist. The sound of his hips slamming against her fills the room, along with her moans and Atlas’s rough grunts.
“Feels so good,” she manages between thrusts. “So full… god, don’t stop.”
“Not stopping,” Atlas growls, picking up speed with each thrust. “Gonna fuck you till you can’t think straight. Till all you remember is how good we make you feel.”
I tug her head back sharper, baring even more of her throat to Killian’s grip while I jerk in time with Atlas’s thrusts. I need to slow down if I’m going to last until my own turn, but I’m not sure how much self-control I can muster when she’s moaning and thrashing around like this, begging for more. “That’s what you need, isn’t it? To be filled and fucked until everything else disappears?”
Her only answer is a desperate moan as Atlas drives into her harder, claiming her the way we all need to. The way she needs us to.
“I can feel how close you are,” Atlas grunts, driving into her harder. “Your pussy’s getting tighter. Come on my cock, vicious. I need to feel you fall apart.”
She’s almost there—I can tell by the way her breathing changes, by how her body tenses. Killian squeezes her throat a bit harder, until her air has to be completely cut off, and that’s what does it. She comes hard, her whole body arching as the orgasm tears through her. The sound she makes is like a fucking animal, raw and desperate.
Atlas doesn’t let up, just keeps pounding into her through it all. “Fuck yes,” he growls. “Come all over me. Let me feel it.”
I have to grip the base of my cock hard to keep from losing it right there. The sight of her coming undone, the way she cries out with heavy, half-lidded eyes—it’s almost too much. But I want more.