Chapter Twelve
ASHER
She looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
She may think she is slick but she isn’t.
I know Nixon is barely hanging onto his sanity and right now, he needs her to tame the beast or we risk him killing everyone within reach. An idea hits me when I look over and see the bench seat he had built into his shower.
“How about you help our boy relax, petal?” I suggest and she nods stiffly.
“Nix, sit your ass down.” He doesn’t budge an inch or even show any signs of moving so I add, “I want to watch her fuck you.” My words penetrate his fog.
He pushes off the wall and moves over to the bench seat, then drops onto it.
I spot Axel out of the corner of my eye entering the bathroom.
He looks from his brother then to me. I give him a subtle shake of my head, telling him without words that this is about calming Nix and not us getting off.
He nods and begins to undress as I focus back on Skye. “Ride him. We want to watch you fuck him and hear him roar your name as he fills that tight little cunt with his cum.” The air rushes out of her and the uncertain look in her eyes vanishes, only to be replaced by hunger as she turns toward Nix.
She saunters over to him, giving me a full view of that ass. My cock is aching but I hold myself back as I watch her place her hands on his shoulders, then straddle his lap. Nixon grips her waist in his hands but his gaze is zeroed in on the brand on her chest.
The bastard loves seeing his mark on her. Axel enters the shower but rather than watching the show, he drops to his knees in front of me, making me growl in satisfaction when he grips my cock and runs his tongue along my shaft.
Skye grips Nix and lines him up with her pussy, then slowly sinks down onto him. She cups his face and forces his gaze to her.
“Watch me fuck you, Daddy,” she says in a sultry tone. I smack my head back against the wall when Ax wraps his lips around my cock and sucks me into his mouth, drawing a groan of pleasure from me.
The four of us are so lost in our need, all that can be heard are moans and cries of pleasure. Watching Skye bounce up and down on Nixon is fucking perfection, but having Axel’s mouth wrapped around my dick is even better.
“Stroke your cock. I want to watch you come while you suck my dick,” I snap. He moans and the vibrations send tingles throughout my body.
“Shit, yes. Like that,” Skye cries out. Nixon growls and grips her waist as he stands, forcing her to lock her arms around his neck.
He grips her behind her knees, then fucks her hard.
Her cries of pleasure only intensify. Even when her orgasm tears through her he doesn’t falter in his pace, making her take everything he is giving her without remorse.
My balls tighten and I know I won’t last much longer. “Who the fuck does that cunt belong to?” I grit out.
“You!” she screams. “It’s your pussy.”
“This is mine,” Nixon roars as he slams into her once, before he tips his head back and roars her name as he comes deep inside that perfect little cunt.
I follow my man over the edge. I grip the strands of Axel’s hair and throw my leg over his shoulder, forcing him to take me deeper as I come down his throat.
With his name on my tongue, I explode and give him everything I have.
I don’t drag it out. I pull out and drop to my knees in front of him panting, and open my mouth.
He pushes to his feet and strokes himself harder.
“Tongue out,” he barks. I obey him and smile in delight at the sound of my name as he shouts it, while feeling jets of cum land on my face and tongue.
I use my finger to swipe the rest of it off my cheek and push it into my mouth while he watches.
“That was a fucking warmup. I want more and the next time, I want her pussy on my face.”
That’s how we spent the remainder of the night, buried inside her and each other.
All three of us guys were insatiable and unable to keep our hands off her or each other.
We knew she was spent the last time, but it didn’t stop us from taking her again.
When she passed out after screaming and begging for mercy during the last orgasm, we decided to give her a break.
None of us have been able to get a wink of sleep. I’m leaning against the headboard, staring at her fast asleep beside me while Nixon sits in the armchair by the window looking at her. Axel is sitting on the floor across from us with his back against the wall and like us, his focus is on her.
“I never knew what it was like to want something…” I admit.
“Now you do,” Ax adds in a dejected tone.
“She was never ours to keep,” Nix sneers in a cold tone. Both Ax and I shoot him a glare. He may not be willing to admit that he feels something for her, but it was clear in his actions earlier.
“Maybe not before, but now… she is definitely ours,” I state in a tone that leaves no room for argument.
“She’s their kin. She doesn’t belong here.
” Nixon’s statement does nothing more than piss me off.
I bare my teeth at him. I may love him and Axel.
This thing between us was supposed to be a bit of fun, but then we all fell for each other.
There was never meant to be another person in our trio, but then she came along and changed the fucking game.
I may love them, but I feel something for her as well.
“They’ll kill her. You made sure of that the moment you fucking branded her with our initials!
” Axel snaps at his brother. Nixon just purses his lips, drapes his forearms over his thighs and shrugs.
He allowed her to see beneath the mask he wears in the shower.
She calmed his demons and lulled his beast, yet he sits there acting unaffected by her mere presence in our lives.
The night she arrived here, we had planned to kill her there and then send parts of her back to her father. But, when her intel checked out and her father did in fact plan to kidnap Xyla, we thought she was a plant.
Tannor Gordon is a slimy motherfucker and I wouldn’t have put it past him to send his own daughter into the lion's den to gather intel.
When we fucked her by the river, I was content with that, but I found myself craving another taste.
Then, in the boxing ring, she flipped my world upside down.
The final straw was in the dining room. I was unable to control myself and would have taken being strapped to a chair and tortured rather than sit there and watch her come without my hands on her.
“They arrive tomorrow. The video did the trick. He wants her back and is willing to make a deal,” Nixon announces like he is discussing the weather.
“She is his to do with as he pleases.” Nixon rises and I am fully prepared to unleash my fury on him, but when the perimeter alarm sounds out, all three of us freeze for a split second before our instincts kick in, then we’re all racing to pull our clothes on, get our guns and rush out of the room.
Our argument about Skye is tabled for now and will be dealt with later because there is no way he is getting the last say on this matter. Axel and I out vote him and if he doesn’t like it, then he can suck our dicks and choke on them.