Rage

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Cece

W ith a nip at the back of my neck, Xander rolls away from us, his grin bright in the spotlight as he stands. “I’m glad I went fishing in the pockets of the dead.”

“How so?” Liam asks, his lips working across my chest, my skin tingling with each press.

Two condoms fall into the dirt beside us before he pulls out a packet of baby wipes he must have found somewhere. “Because now there’s no waiting. If that’s what you want?” he asks, his face suddenly concerned that he’s read the situation wrong, his hands pausing mid-clean.

“No, you got that right. I want you. Both of you.” A wave of uncertainty flares. “If that’s what you want?”

Liam chuckles beneath me. “Cece, I could be half dead in a hospital, and I’d want you. Fuck, I should probably be in a hospital right now, and still...” he hitches up his hips, his cock solid beneath me.

A tiny moan escapes me as it hits me just right, and their voices join my own. “Sweet savage, you keep making those noises, and I won’t be gentle with you,” Xander says.

I flutter my eyes open, gazing up at the guy my brother always warned me away from, the guy whose brand of trouble I never guessed matched my own. “Then get naked and do something about it,” I challenge.

He throws his head back, laughter echoing off the old stones around us, before stripping off the last of his clothes, the sight of him leaving me aching and wanting. Liam’s fingers slide between us, dipping under the hem of my underwear, making it worse.

“You keep looking at me like that, and I for sure won’t be gentle,” Xander says, the teasing in his voice notably absent.

“All talk and no action, Alexander Liu. Don’t disappoint me.”

Liam chuckles, then without warning, I’m lifted from his lap and half tossed at Xander. “Show her you’re good for it, Liu.”

He catches me like I’m a precious vase, and my skin burns everywhere it touches. Flicking me free from the last of my dress, it falls from my hips. With a muttered curse, Xander drops to his knees, his hands sliding down my body like he needs to savor the feel of me, before dragging my underwear down as well.

Then I’ve got no choice but to grip his muscled shoulders as he devours me, the same brutal mixture of tongue and teeth leaving me rocking against his mouth. Pleasure zaps through me, each nip soothed by a kiss, each thrust of his tongue accompanied with a twist that makes my toes tingle.

“God, please, more,” I mutter, one hand sliding up and gripping the back of his hair, the black strands barely long enough to keep myself steady as I try to get impossibly closer.

His chuckle against me vibrates, and I squirm. Then, he scoops first one of my knees, then the other over his shoulders, leaving me to tumble backwards with a shout.

I’m ready to murder the bastard when two other hands catch me. Liam lowers me, the angle strange and vulnerable. Blinking open my eyes, I’m left in awe as the light slices between the graves, highlighting exactly what Xander is doing to me, an erotic show for Liam and me. With Liam’s fingers roaming over my skin, the show isn’t just visual. It’s a decadent mess of pleasure from the tip of my ears to my pinky toes.

Aggression and passion highlighted between my legs; slow, sensual teasing hidden in the shadows across my chest.

I sink into the juxtaposition, reveling in my worship, the moments long between breaths, the point where I catapult over the edge, inching closer with every caress.

With a hum that’s more vibration than sound, Xander spears two fingers into me. After all the lead up, the simple move leaves me teetering, every nerve aching for release. Then he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks, his tongue lashing against the sensitive nub.

I explode from the inside out, my limbs and mind no longer my own, instead captives locked to my pleasure. “Holy fuck,” I whisper, my mind silent as my orgasm continues to rocket through me, wave after wave, Xander wringing every ounce of pleasure from my body like it’s his one purpose on earth.

It takes what feels like forever for my spirit to return to my body, every inch of my skin sensitive to their joint touches. “Okay, challenge won,” I mumble, and Liam shakes with laughter beneath me.

“Nope. You’re not getting out of your challenge that easily,” Xander says.

“You call that easy?” I gasp. Instead of answering, Liam turns me so I’m plastered against his mostly naked body, kissing me with an intensity I could easily bathe in forever. Xander passes him a condom and, using what little muscle control I have after that explogasm, I slowly lower myself onto him.

I ride the excruciatingly delicious stretch of him entering me, throwing my head back as if it’ll make more room for the beast I’m trying to fit inside of me.

When I finally take him all the way, I sigh, my body still half limp.

“Oh god, so tight,” Liam mutters, his palms on my hips like a barely held back demand.

Xander takes my bonelessness and adds to it, nipping at my neck, kissing down my spine, his hands slipping around me and rolling my nipples between his fingers, every motion turning me to jelly between the two of them.

Liam starts to move, and I let the two of them manhandle me as I run my palms over the expanse of muscle before me, and the thrill of him filling me nudges my mind back toward blank. Each time we come together better than the last as we learn each other’s rhythms, learn each other’s bodies. It’s simply exquisite.

The sharp crinkle of the second condom wrapper tearing has my eyes snapping open, and I twist to find Xander’s brows raised in question. “Game for taking us both?”

My breath halts at the thought. And my clit throbs. “More than game,” I whisper, my voice hard to find as excitement skitters through my system.

Xander grins, and Liam slides one of his big hands between us, running slow circles around my clit, easing me into a strange sex trance where all I’ve got is sensation, four hands working to bring me more pleasure than I should have, especially considering this night started with graves dug for each of us.

“You’re cheating,” I manage after who knows how much teasing.

“How so?” Xander asks, as he continues to twist and pinch my nipples gently.

“You promised me two dicks, and right now, I’ve only got one. One very nice dick, but still.”

Liam’s chuckle has my insides lighting up once again, but his deep voice by my ear has me getting improbably wetter. “We’re making sure you’re ready to take us both. Without lube, we’re not going to risk your ass.”

“Oh. Fun,” I breathe out, surprise and arousal mingling in the sound, as first one finger, then a second slip in alongside Liam inside of me.

“Lean forward, my sweet savage,” Xander whispers before nipping at my earlobe.

I follow the directions, eager to find out if this will feel as good as I imagine. The shift allows Xander to push even deeper, the stretch nearly overwhelming. But still, they make me wait as I grind myself against Liam’s fingers, wanting more. So much more. I’m ready to demand it when Liam gently presses against my clit, stalling out my words as my body leaps even higher.

The guys must have some unspoken communication, because the fingers disappear, and one of Liam’s big hands presses me closer to him, while one of Xander’s hands spans my back.

“Ready?” he asks.

“God yes. Please just fuck me,” I groan, the anticipation nearly killing me.

They both huff out strained laughs, then Xander slowly eases in, the stretch impossible, the sensation decadent. Some strange, high pitched mewing noise escapes me, and I don’t even care. This is so much—my brain is short circuiting from the intensity. Liam kisses me, coaxing me, begging my body to relax and let Xander in with slow circles of his fingers around my clit. And with a groan, Xander bottoms out, all of us frozen and vibrating from the enormity of it.

I’m so goddamn full. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, plastered between them both. All I know is that I don’t want this to end. I don’t want this to be a onetime thing, a memory built on adrenaline and danger.

I want this always. This level of care, of compassion, of challenge and excitement. I want it all. And I want it with the two of them.

Before I can voice my realization, Xander does as he’d promised, pulling out and slamming back in. Liam and I both shout, then he does it again, and again, my ears buzzing, my fingers clenched against Liam’s chest. All I can do is just take it. I’m a prisoner to my pleasure.

My lips tingle, my toes clench, and my heart thunders somewhere in my throat. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes, all of it so much that I’m desperate for the last bit of something to push me over the edge. The need for my demand of “more” like the tremor a moment before the true earthquake strikes.

Liam curses, and with a frustrated sound, he presses on my clit, hard, and I shatter. The world blanks, my body nothing but white-hot pleasure and motion. Hardly a moment later, first Liam, then Xander come too, all of us a shuddering mass of limbs, heat, weight, sweat, and blood. Liam’s chest rises and falls in an uneven rhythm, and Xander’s heart pounds hard enough for me to feel it through my back.

I fade into the unending pleasure, unable to form words, or even thoughts, just drifting in a space outside my body, but fully kept in a circle of strong arms.

Eventually, I’m coaxed out of the clouds by long, soothing caresses on my back and kisses feathered across my front like so many raindrops, each touch precious in its newness.

“Okay. You win this round,” I mumble, my face pressed against a freckled pec.

“Damn right I do,” Xander mumbles against my back.

“I’m fairly certain we all just won,” Liam says, one palm sliding from my shoulder to where my hand presses against his thundering heart.

“Meanwhile, I’m fairly certain I’m going to have to kill someone,” a voice says from a short distance away.

I don’t need to move to see who’s speaking. None of us do.

“Hey Eddie,” I say from the middle of my man sandwich.

A shirt lands over my head, blocking out the brightening sky. “Get your asses dressed. I don’t need to see anybody’s shit right now.”

“Or you could fuck off for another twenty minutes, boogerhead. You’re ruining my afterglow,” I reply.

“I swear to god, I will shoot my best friends right now, snotnose.”

I pluck off the shirt and twist to glare at him. “You shoot them, I shoot you.”

This gets me a kiss against the back of my neck from Xander and an exasperated groan from my brother.

“I’ll give you a single minute. Doc’s getting his supplies out of the car. He doesn’t need to see your hairy ass, Liu. Or my baby sister’s tits. And who knows what all you’re showing under that pile, O’Connell, but that leg looks like shit, even if it is wearing a tutu.”

“Feels like shit, too,” he mumbles, taking my palm and kissing it. “But it can wait just another minute.”

Another minute. Or a lifetime. We’ll have to see what they agree to.

But another minute is a good start.