Chapter 22 #3
Something about the challenge makes Jasper even darker, more primal. “Get on your back,” he growls at Riot, “and Sawyer—you’re on top.”
They manhandle me into place, Riot flat on his back, his cock thick and flushed, ready for me. Jasper helps guide me down, the stretch making me gasp, hips shaking with how full I already feel. But before I can catch my breath, Jasper straddles Riot’s hips behind me, cursing under his breath.
Okayyy, hot.
“Move slow, baby,” Jasper rasps, lining himself up, and slowly sliding inside, seating himself next to Riot. “I want you to feel every fucking inch.”
Riot’s hands are everywhere—one clutching my hip, the other sliding between my legs, circling my clit with just enough pressure to drive me insane.
His eyes lock on my face, drinking in every whimper, every shudder.
“Look at you, Hellcat. Taking both of us. You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking tight.”
Jasper’s teeth find my shoulder, biting down hard enough to mark me as his. His hands bruise into my waist, holding me steady, his thrusts slow but deep, deliberate, filthy. “You’re ours,” he growls into my ear. “You cum for us both, or you don’t cum at all.”
The pressure is overwhelming—too much, too good.
Too much pain, too much pleasure. My body’s split wide, every inch of me stretched and claimed.
I’m sobbing, shaking, eyes rolling back as the two of them start to move together, picking up the pace, bodies grinding against each other inside me.
I don’t know where I end and they begin. I never want to know.
Riot’s voice is a broken whisper, desperate and reverent. “Come on, baby. Show us. Scream for us. Let everyone in this fucking house know who owns you.”
Jasper’s hips snap forward, brutal and relentless, each thrust slamming me deeper onto Riot’s cock. “Give it to us, baby,” he rasps. “Let it go. You’re safe.”
The world goes white as I fall apart, convulsing, clenching around them both. I scream—loud, raw, throat aching, back arched—cumming so hard I swear I break apart. My body milks them both, drawing their pleasure out, making them lose whatever control they thought they had left.
Riot’s hands are bruising my hips, his head thrown back, his body trembling under mine as he meets Jasper’s rhythm. “You feel that, Hellcat? You’re gonna make us come—right—fucking—now.”
Jasper’s mouth is hot at my ear, voice ragged and unhinged as he pounds into me, his thrusts turning erratic. “You’re so fucking tight… shit, I can feel him inside you too, fuck—”
Jasper’s hands fist in my hair, the other gripping my waist so hard I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow. Riot’s hips stutter up, both of them grinding into me, and then—
They cum at the same time.
Jasper buries his cock as deep as he can go, letting out a guttural moan, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he spills inside me, hot and endless. Riot’s arms lock around my waist, pulling me down on him as he throbs, filling me so full I can feel it leaking out around both of them.
Their bodies tremble, still pressed tight against me. Jasper’s arms wrap around from behind, holding me up even as I slump forward, boneless, mindless, completely and utterly ruined.
We stay like that, tangled and sweaty, their come still inside me, breaths heaving, hearts pounding together.
Jasper’s voice is rough, thick with satisfaction and a dangerous promise. “That’s it. Ours. Forever.”
Riot laughs, a breathless, almost broken sound, but his arms never let me go. “No fucking way are we ever letting you go after that, Angel. Not now. Never.”
I can’t even speak. I melt into their arms, shaking, shattered, my whole body humming with pleasure and belonging.
I’ve never felt so owned.
Never felt so safe.
Never felt so fucking alive.
JASPER
Sawyer’s gone boneless, sprawled across Riot, her skin slick with sweat, her breath shaky against my throat. I should be pissed—jealous, territorial, ready to rip Riot off her and take back what’s mine. That’s what I expected. What I always thought would happen if I ever saw her with someone else.
But right now? Watching her completely wrecked lying tangled between us, something inside me twists. It doesn’t burn the way I thought it would. It’s more electric—raw and heavy, like seeing something private and holy. She looks ruined, yes, but she’s ours. Not just mine. Ours.
I brush damp hair off her face, studying every little mark I left on her skin, every bruise that belongs to both of us now.
There’s no room for jealousy—not with the way she clings to me, and the way Riot’s hand never leaves her waist. She’s never been more mine than she is right now, with both of us holding her, both of us inside her.
“You alive down there, Trouble?” I murmur, voice rough with something I don’t quite want to name. My lips brush her ear, softer now. “Did we break you?”
She laughs, a weak, fucked-out sound that goes straight to my chest. Riot’s grinning up at her, as ruined as she is, and I feel it again—a surge of something I thought I’d hate. Instead, I want more. I want to see her fall apart for us, over and over.
“Think we ruined her, Reign,” Riot says, voice half awe, half challenge.
I smirk, can’t help it. “Good. Maybe she’ll behave for once.” I glance at him, realizing there’s no bite behind it. Just the low thrum of wanting her, wanting this, all of us tangled together.
Sawyer tries to glare at us, but she’s smiling, soft and sleepy.
I stroke her back, and trace the places where my fingerprints will linger.
Riot’s hand is still on her thigh, possessive, but I don’t want to fight him.
I want to thank him for giving me this view of her, open and trembling, letting go in a way I never thought I’d like to see.
“Breathe,” I whisper, pressing kisses from her temple down to the back of her neck. “You did so fucking good for us. Didn’t she, Riot?”
Riot squeezes her hip. “Perfect. Best thing I’ve ever seen, honestly.”
I watch them together, and something in me settles. It’s not a rivalry. It’s pride. Pride that she’s ours, pride that we can give her more than either of us alone. Together, we’re more dangerous, more loving, more everything.
She sighs, dramatic, rolling her eyes. “You two gonna fight over me now or help me up?”
“Not a chance,” I murmur, scooping her into my arms before Riot can. “You’re not going anywhere, not after that.”
Riot just grins, rubbing her calf. “Don’t worry, Hellcat. We’ll always take care of you.”
She melts against me, feeling safe and claimed. For the first time, I’m not just okay with it. I want it—her, with both of us. Ours.
I lean in close, letting her feel every word on her skin. “Guess sharing you isn’t as bad as I thought,” I whisper. “But don’t let Riot get cocky. I’m still your favorite.”
She laughs, snuggled between us, and my heart settles. She’s ours. And that’s more than enough.
RIOT
I’m still catching my breath. Sawyer stretched out between us, hair a tangled mess, skin marked up all pretty. I can’t stop grinning—hell, I don’t want to. Jasper’s looking at her like he just discovered a new religion, all worship and claim and something I didn’t expect to see in his eyes.
He fingers brushes her cheek. For a second, I almost feel like I’m intruding, but then Sawyer’s hand finds mine and drags it over her stomach, holding on tight. Guess I’m not going anywhere.
I stretch, pretending not to be fucking wrecked, and shoot Jasper a lazy smirk. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Reign. Sharing, I mean. And don’t lie; you liked it.” My grin turns downright wicked. “And for the record, your dick totally touched mine. Bet that’s all you’ll think about now, huh?”
Jasper glares, but he’s got that tired, satisfied glow all over him. “Keep talking and I’ll make you sleep on the damn floor.”
Sawyer giggles, rolling toward me, eyes still half-lidded and hazy. “Play nice, boys.”
“Sure, Hellcat,” I say, kissing her forehead. “But I can’t promise not to remind him every day for the rest of his life.”
Jasper rolls his eyes, but I see the ghost of a smile there. He stands, stretching, then helps her up—gentle for once, all those rough edges softened. I find her shirt on the floor and pull it over her head, stealing one last look at the bite marks I left on her shoulder.
“Bedtime?” she murmurs, voice small, vulnerable.
Jasper settles onto the king-sized bed with Sawyer, tucking her under the covers, wrapping an arm around her waist, protective as always. For a second, I stand there in the doorway, suddenly unsure.
“Where are you going?” Sawyer asks, blinking at me, hair wild against the pillow.
I clear my throat, scratching the back of my neck. “Uh… my room? Didn’t want to intrude on the honeymoon or whatever.”
She glances at Jasper, a question in her eyes. “You’re not staying?”
Jasper snorts, like it’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. “Seriously? I thought you’d fight as hard to sleep next to her as you did to feel her cum. Get your ass in here, Riot.”
Heat rushes up my neck, but I can’t hide my grin. “Yeah, well, I don’t snore, but you better keep your hands to yourself, Reign.”
I climb in on Sawyer’s other side, and she nestles right between us—warm, soft, and finally at peace. Jasper’s hand settles next to mine over her hip. For once, there’s no fighting. Just the three of us, tangled up in the dark, where we all belong.