11. Break Her #2
“Make me,” spilled from her lips before she could stop herself. She didn’t know when she had lost her mind.
Jax snorted with a grin. “Madness,” Ian said, shaking his head with a smile.
“Fine,” Caleb smirked. “We’ll do this the hard way.”
“Wait, I need to get this on camera,” Keith grinned, pulling out his phone.
Embracing her power included pushing her men to their limit, knowing she held all the control. Watching them massacre a room of Reapers on her behalf was thrilling. As if she were the commander of her own army.
What she didn’t account for was how dangerously strategic said army could move against her when aligned on the same goal… breaking her.
Her mouth fell open in shock as her back slammed against the wall before Caleb swallowed her screams. Her fists struggled against his hands that pinned them above her head.
Her body violently jerked against the wall as his hips drove into hers so deeply she could feel him in her stomach. With her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her feet dangled as her hips jolted against his.
“You’re a glutton for punishment,” Caleb groaned, pulling her lip between his teeth. “You love this, don’t you? Getting the ever-loving shit fucked out of you.” Deja wanted to respond, but she was out of breath, too focused on grinding against him in a way to make herself cum.
“Exactly how close is she?” Ian asked.
“Too close,” Jax warned. “Don’t give her the satisfaction.”
She wanted to stab him. Deja glared at a smirking Jax before she looked at Caleb. “You don’t have to listen to him,” she insisted, running her fingers through Caleb’s hair and tightening her thighs around his waist.
Caleb grinned. “But we finally agree on something… You should be elated..." Caleb teased. Deja sneered as Caleb pulled out of her before she felt hands grab her waist. She barely had a moment to adjust before she was penetrated again as she fell into Ian’s lap.
Groaning with frustration and pleasure, she noticed the torn condom wrapper before Ian wrapped his hand around her throat, tilting her head back against his shoulder.
“Don’t be upset, darling… You did this to yourself,” Ian hummed, caressing her cheek with his lips.
“But I’m not so callous. Here… Let me help... ”
Ian guided her hand down her stomach until her fingers touched her clit. Her body jerked as he sensually pushed her fingers in tantalizing circles around her clit. “That’s a good girl… Play with her… She’s needy...” Ian groaned, a dead rasp in his voice as he nibbled on her ear.
“Goddamn… She’s soaked. Feels good, doesn't it, baby girl...” Deja looked for Keith’s voice until she noticed him perched on the dresser, shirtless yet masked, holding his phone. “Spread her wider, Ian, she’s-” His words melted from English into Gaelic cursing.
Ian’s hips rhythmically pumped into her, making her body jump as her thighs widened, baring herself to her lovers.
Their insatiable glares made her feel undeniably desirable.
“You like it when they watch, don’t you…
naughty girl...” Ian whispered, squeezing her fingers around her clit.
“Look at you… melting into my lap as you bare your glorious heaven to them… Do you want to cum, darling? Are you allowed yet?”
Deja’s eyes instinctively fell on Jax, who stared back at her with a challenging glare. She saw his jaw tense and his throat twitch. He was just as tormented. “No,” Jax said simply.
She cursed out loud, eliciting their amused laughter. She pushed Ian’s hand against her clit, but he slapped her hand away. She pushed back on his dick, but Ian instead pushed her forward. “Fuck this!” she said, sliding off the bed.
“Uh-oh, she’s mad,” Caleb grinned.
“Aht! Aht! Where are you going?” Keith asked, hopping off the dresser. He pulled Deja against him, but she flailed angrily until they tumbled to the ground. “Don’t be such a sore loser, babe!” Keith laughed.
“Get off me! I’ll do it myself,” she said, crawling away from him. But Keith grabbed her hips, dragging her back, and giving her rug burn. “Keith!” she snapped, throwing her hands behind her. He effortlessly dodged her attacks before digging his fingers into her scalp.
Another condom wrapper flew past her before she cried out as Keith sank his length deep inside her.
Her fingers dug into the carpet as her breasts pushed against the floor, her body jerking with his chaotic thrusts.
Her clit throbbed so unbearably that her fingers slid beneath her stomach to touch herself.
But Keith quickly tugged her hand behind her back.
She cried out as he violently fucked her.
His piercing nearly sending her over the edge.
She teared up, desperate to cum. “You wanna act like a Reaper… You get fucked like one,” Keith growled in her ear.
Deja reached back, grabbed his blond locks, and yanked his head forward.
He hissed in pain before bursting into laughter. “That’s it, baby girl! Fuck it up!”
This man was insane. Keith picked up the pace, pushing his hips into hers until she was nearly flattened against the carpet. She frantically slapped the carpet as if she were tapping out.
Jax crouched down in front of her. “I’m proud of you for lasting this long. But now… I’m impatient. Stop being stubborn.” She wanted to slap that sexy, cocky grin off his face and, at the same time, feel his tongue in every hole.
“Come on, baby girl...” Keith moaned, his pierced tongue flicking her earlobe. “Just say you’re ours...” Keith throbbed inside her as she soaked the carpet beneath her. This was fun… but she desperately needed release.
But these psychotic Reapers and their obsession with dominance and ownership. So bent on making her submit. They annoyed her. She loved them, and it aggravated her. She craved them, and it drove her insane. She was theirs. She knew it. She felt it. She reveled in it.
But she refused to give them the satisfaction. Jax raised a curious brow at her ominous look. “...you’re mine...” she said matter-of-factly.
Jax’s face uncharacteristically cracked into a grin as Keith laughed. “Close enough,” Caleb shrugged with a grin.
Shaking his head, Jax looked at Keith. “She wins,” Jax admitted.
Her first release came from Keith, who yanked her head back and fucked her into the carpet so mercilessly her body went into shock from the intensity of such a long build-up. Now, her thighs, sticky with lube and her arousal, stuck to Caleb’s waist as his dick pulsated inside of her.
Sandwiched between Caleb and Ian, her body temperature skyrocketed, her skin damp with sweat.
Her head fell back against Ian’s shoulder as his hands gently massaged her swollen breasts that leaked milk from her nipples, his lips kissing her temple.
She trembled at Caleb’s fleeting kisses on her neck as he licked the sweat that beaded on her skin.
She smelled like warm vanilla. Ian pushed his nose into Deja’s hair, breathing her in as if she were his life source. Her ass was soft and plump against his lap, and she fit him so well. Like a glove.
Ian was so proud of her. They had skewered her from both ends, and her body nearly gave way. Yet she never relented. Rather, she begged for more. Like a succubus intent on sucking them dry, and they happily obliged to give her everything.
Ian was massive and barely moved inside of her, aware of how sore her ass would be and how broken her body would feel by the end of the night. A part of him was concerned she might, in fact, not survive.
But the look of euphoria on her serene face said otherwise. How he worshipped this woman.
Though they had shared her body, it was her heart they craved. They poured their love on her like a sacrificial offering with no expectations for anything in return but the mere feel of her warm touch.
Deja was their sun, and her love was the rays that defrosted the ice prison they had been encapsulated in by self-loathing. She fit right in. As if she always belonged. Like the missing puzzle piece in a broken game.
Caleb felt her head fall forward against his chest as her nails dug into his biceps.
She was meeting another release. He had lost count of how many times they had made her cum.
How many times she had made them cum in utter ecstasy.
The bin in the corner of the room, filled with wrappers and used condoms, was evidence of their pleasure.
Caleb was impressed that she was still going.
Bathed in their sex, she looked effervescent.
He was so enraptured by her that she often didn’t seem human.
His blood leaked down his arms from how violently she had dug her nails into his skin, and he loved it.
That he could please her to the point of drawing blood made him throb with satisfaction.
Her body heaved, trying to catch her breath as she fell back against Ian’s chest. “You did so good, baby...” Caleb said, wiping the sweat and milk from her breasts as Ian tenderly kissed her temple.
She didn't understand how her hips instinctively started to rotate, ready for another round as her walls tightened around Ian and Caleb. “...well fuck,” Caleb grinned. He lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head, watching her ride him.
Deja bit her lip, enjoying the sensation of them pulsating inside her when she felt someone grab her hair and tilt her head back.
Opening her eyes, she saw Jax looking down at her with that same sharp glare that vibrated her to her core.
“Look at my beautiful girl… All covered in blood, sweat, and cum...” Jax hummed.
She swallowed hard, instinctively reaching for his waistband.
Jax raised a brow as she released him from inside his pants.
He tried not to react. To not break her concentration.
She was already being penetrated from both ends, and he didn’t know how she still had any left in her.
But he certainly wasn’t going to stop her as she wrapped her hand around his dick.