Chapter 23 Willow
WILLOW
Malice reacts immediately, releasing his hold on my waist so that he can cup my face in both hands. He angles my face to meet his, his fingers delving into my hair as he nearly bends me backward, his lips ravenous on mine.
This kiss was only meant to be a distraction.
I just wanted him to stop talking about leaving right now, for all of them to stop thinking about running away.
In their minds, it’s the last ditch option for us, but I know it won’t work.
We’d never truly be safe. Olivia would hunt us to the ends of the earth, just like she threatened to, and we’d never have a moment of peace.
Victor’s blood smears over my fingertips as I grab on to Malice’s arm, anchoring myself against the onslaught of his desire. I don’t want to see any of these men bleed again. I can’t stand the idea of them hurting or dying.
I won’t let that happen.
“Fuck, Solnyshka,” Malice mutters, barely stopping long enough to speak. “Is this what you wanted? Is this what you need?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and it’s not a lie.
He shoves his tongue between my lips, and I open for him, letting him lay his claim. He kisses me like he wants to erase every time someone he doesn’t approve of has touched me, and I melt against him, clinging to his arms as I gasp into his mouth.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark and stormy, and I can feel my heart racing.
“Is that all you came for?” he asks, his voice rumbling in his chest.
“No.”
“What else do you want, then?”
Not answering with words this time, I shift my gaze to Ransom and Vic.
I can feel the split second of hesitation in Malice, an instinctive unwillingness to let go of me.
I’m sure if it were for anyone else besides his two brothers, he never would, but it’s a testament to the bond between them that he releases his possessive grip on me, sharing this moment with them.
I turn to Ransom first, and he opens his arms, welcoming me in. When we kiss, it reminds me of how it felt when we snuck into that equipment room during the engagement party. The pressure of his lips is hot and hungry like always, but there’s an edge of desperation to it.
We all feel it, I know we do: the knife’s blade hanging over us. The threat that all of this might end horribly.
He clings to me, and I let him, kissing him deeper. Behind me, Malice steps in closer, pressing himself along my back. His hands run up and down my sides, and his mouth finds my neck, leaving kisses there that rock me to my core.
Every touch of their mouths or hands or bodies against mine works me up higher, making me go soft and pliant between them. The entire room seems to heat up, the air thickening as I turn to look at Vic.
He doesn’t move to kiss me, and I don’t take that step either, not right now. But there’s something there, a spark that passes between us when our eyes meet. His go gratifyingly dark, and he moves in closer to us, not looking away for a second.
He’s near enough now that I feel surrounded by all three of them—Ransom at my front, Malice pressed in behind, and Vic just off to the side. I can feel Malice and Ransom getting hard, their cocks filling as they press against me.
I can’t help but grind against them both, pushing back against Malice and then forward to rub against Ransom. I lean up and catch Ransom’s mouth in another kiss, and when he drags his teeth over my lower lip, I groan into the little spark of pain and pleasure.
“I… I missed you,” I breathe.
“We missed you too, Solnyshka,” Malice says roughly. “Can you feel how much?”
His hands are on my hips, and they slip under my shirt, moving over my scars and caressing my skin. I can feel the roughness of his calluses, and it makes my breath hitch.
“Yes,” I whisper. Then I grin against Ransom’s lips. “But you should probably keep showing me anyway.”
Ransom chuckles, and when he pulls away to let me breathe, Malice drags a moan out of me with his mouth on my neck. His hands skate up to my chest, and he shoves my bra up and over my breasts so he can cup them in his hands.
I gasp softly when he starts rolling and pinching my nipples, and Ransom’s eyes gleam.
“Is that turning you on?” he murmurs. “You like when Malice does that? Is he gonna get you nice and wet for us? All slick and swollen and needy?”
Before I can even get an answer out, Ransom is reaching down between my legs. He cups my pussy through my jeans, but I know that not even the layer of clothing will hide how hot and wet I am from this.
Ransom grinds his hand against me, finding my clit with ease, and I let out a shuddering breath. I feel caught between the two of them, with Ransom’s hand working me up and Malice pulling and pinching at my nipples.
Neither of them are gentle, but they never really are, and my body has learned to crave this kind of intensity from them. My arousal is already soaking into my panties, and I’m wearing far too many clothes. So are they, for that matter.
As if he can read my mind, Malice yanks my shirt up and over my head and then makes quick work of my bra, tossing it aside. I shiver a little from the sudden rush of cooler air, and my nipples go impossibly harder.
“Fuck,” Ransom groans. He steps back enough to let his eyes roam over my bared upper body, and the heat in his blue-green eyes flares bright. “Now that’s a sight for sore eyes. Jesus, pretty girl. Your tits are gorgeous.”
“Such a sweet talker.” I start to roll my eyes, but then he dips his head and takes one of my nipples between his teeth, teasing at it with sharp little bites. My eyes roll back for real, my head lolling against Malice’s shoulder as his muscled, tattooed arms hold me steady.
“He’s not wrong, though,” Malice murmurs, and I can feel his voice vibrating through me. He flicks my other nipple with his thumb, making me hiss out a breath. “They look even better with our mark tattooed on them. Right over your heart. Right where it fucking belongs.”
“Yes,” I moan, my eyelids drooping.
He pinches my nipple again, kneading my breast. “I bet we could make you come just like this, couldn’t we? You wouldn’t even need Ransom’s hand back between your legs. His mouth and my fingers right here would be all it takes to have you falling apart for us.”
He’s right, I think. It’s a different kind of pleasure, feeling them play with my nipples, but it sends little bolts of sensation zapping through me, and every time they pinch or tug at the little nubs, my clit throbs.
I arch my back, leaning more of my weight on Malice as I silently offer myself up to their ministrations, and Ransom makes a noise in his throat. Instead of biting my nipple again, he sucks hard on my breast, drawing it into his mouth with a hungry pull.
“Oh fuck,” I blurt, my hand latching on to the back of his head.
Warmth drips down to my clit as if there’s a direct line from my breast to my pussy, and as Ransom sucks harder, Malice gives a sharp tug on my nipple, making me writhe between them.
“You don’t even know what you look like right now, do you?” Vic asks.
His sudden words catch my attention, and I shift my gaze to him, taking in the flush on his face and the way he’s palming his cock through his pants.
“Tell me,” I ask, practically begging. “What do I look like?”
“Like ours,” Malice answers for him. “Like our perfect, needy little slut.”
“You look beautiful, butterfly,” Vic says, his words following after Malice’s as if they’re a continuation of the same thought. “So fucking stunning.”
Ransom releases my breast from his mouth with a wet pop, laving my nipple with his tongue and making me shiver.
He looks up at me through his lashes as he keeps teasing my nipple, blowing a breath on it before murmuring, “You’ll look even better when you come for us.
The way your mouth drops open and your cheeks get all flushed, the noises you make as you try to ride out your pleasure?
That’s the stuff of wet dreams right there. ”
As if talking about it has made him even more determined to see it, he nudges Malice’s hand away and starts teasing my other nipple with his mouth.
Seamlessly, Malice moves his hand over, picking up where Ransom left off.
They switch back and forth, working me up until I’m gasping and squirming.
The lack of friction against my clit is driving me mad, but with every swipe of Ransom’s tongue or tug from Malice’s callused fingers, I spiral higher and higher.
Finally, Malice’s deep voice vibrates against my back as he murmurs, “She’s had enough. Make our girl come.”
I didn’t realize that the two of them were holding back up to this point, but they clearly were. In unison, Malice gives a sharp twist to one nipple at the same time Ransom bites down on the other, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip.
In a rush, all the pleasure that’s been slowly and incrementally building up inside me tips over, and I grab on to both of them as I come hard, a full-body, rolling climax that leaves me panting for breath.
Somewhere in the middle of it, my eyes must’ve fallen shut, and by the time I open them again, Ransom has straightened up in front of me, a sexy half-grin on his face.
“Told you,” he says, satisfaction in his voice. “The stuff of wet dreams.”
Grinning back, I reach down and palm Ransom’s cock through his pants.
He lets out a hissed breath, stepping forward to close the distance between us and give me better access.
Shifting my position, I turn a little between the two of them so that I can do the same thing to Malice, rubbing both of them through their clothes at the same time.
“Shit,” Malice groans as he grinds himself against my palm, grabbing my hand to press against it even harder. “You got me so fucking hard for you. It’s been too goddamn long.”
Ransom makes a wordless sound of agreement, and my heart swells. It makes me feel filthy and powerful to be sandwiched between them like this, to have them both so close, so turned on.
They bring something out in me that no one else does.
That no one else ever could.
They make me feel beautiful and sexy for all the things I crave, not sick and disgusting.
“It has,” I murmur. “I want…”
My words trail off as my mind races a little, overwhelmed by all the things I could say. I want so much from these three men, honestly, but right now, there’s one thing I crave most. One thing I need from them to heal the hole I can already feel growing inside my heart.
“I want you to fuck me. I want your cocks inside me. I want—I need you to fill me up.”
It’s addressed to all of them, even Vic, even though I know he’s not ready for that yet. But I need all of them in any way I can have them right now.
Malice pulls back a little, looking at me with heat in his dark eyes.
“You’ve come a long way, Solnyshka,” he says approvingly. “From that little lost girl who stumbled over her words the first time, who could barely say pussy as she described her dream to us. And now look at you, taking what you want, begging for cock like a fucking pro. It’s hot as hell.”
He leans down, his lips hovering just over my mouth.
“Maybe this time there won’t be a warmup,” he murmurs. “Maybe this time I’ll fuck you first.”
“No.” The word slips out of me before I can really consider it, and Malice’s dark brows shoot up in surprise. I clear my throat as I add, “Not first or second. I want you to fuck me at the same time.”
Understanding flashes through his gray eyes, and a new kind of heat blooms on his face.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
He presses in closer, and I find myself crushed between the two of them again. It’s as if my saying those words flipped a switch in them, dialing everything up to eleven.
They grope and kiss me, practically devouring me as if they can’t get enough. I lose track of whose hands are where as they touch me, and don’t even try. It doesn’t matter, because I belong to each of them equally.
“Are you sure?” Malice mutters, his mouth moving against the skin of my neck. “You know I don’t fuck gentle. It’ll be a lot. You think your tight little body can take us both?”
I nod eagerly, my stomach fluttering with nerves. “I want it,” I tell him. “I can take it.”
He growls approvingly, and the sound goes straight to my core.