33. 33 – Zella
T he cold of the table presses into my back, making me shiver. Enzo hovers above me, his eyes black and narrowing. “You’re cold.”
“I’m fine.” But he ignores my protests, lifting me again and striding to a door I’ve never noticed before. He kicks it open, and I take a deep breath.
The dungeon smells metallic, cold almost. But this room is all Enzo, dark walls, dark bedding. He sets me down on the soft sheets, and I inhale, giving in to the urge to stretch out like a cat.
This room is like a little piece of him.
It even smells like him, a little spicy, and I prop myself up to watch him as he unbuttons his jeans.
He leaves them on with the top button undone as he climbs onto the bed, and I suck in a breath as he covers me, pressing me down into the covers with his chest bare.
“Oh, little prey,” he murmurs. Leaning down, he presses his lips to my neck, and I arch against him, gasping when he drags his teeth over the delicate skin. “No escape now.”
I don’t want to escape. I want to burn up in this feeling that has my abdomen clenching as his hands slide beneath my sweatshirt, pushing it over my head.
Enzo pauses, my arms still tangled as he takes in my bare skin. My cheeks flush with heat.
“I haven’t worked out the underwear yet,” I admit with a breathless laugh, but it dies as his hands close over my breasts.
He’s not gentle, gripping them and pushing them up. My nipples tighten under his eyes, and I struggle to free myself from the tangled shirt as he leans down and seals his mouth over one.
He sucks hard, and my back arches on a gasp as he pulls me into him, his hands sliding under my back and lifting me up to him.
My panting fills the air between us as he switches from one to the other, tugging and twisting and drawing until I shove the sweatshirt away and tangle my hands in his dark hair.
“Enzo,” I choke out, and he briefly glances up at me.
“Prey.”
It’s almost a purr, and he returns to my breasts, capturing one nipple gently between his teeth and tugging at it until the pleasure borders on exquisite pain.
When he releases me, I seize the opportunity and pull myself up using his neck, his hands leaving my back as I press my lips against his.
They part underneath mine, our breathing mingling as he growls in the back of his throat and pushes me down.
His lips don’t leave mine as he plunders my mouth, his tongue tasting every part of me and his hand curling around my throat, holding me in place.
His hips push down against mine, and I can feel the hardness there even through our clothes.
I push my hips up in silent question, and he spends another few seconds kissing me before he pulls away.
My stomach flexes as he pushes hard, almost bruising kisses against it, sucking at the skin and leaving a trail of little marks behind him until he reaches my jeans and flicks them open, tugging them down my legs.
He leaves them tangled at my ankles, and I cry out as he slides his hand between my legs, pushing at the sensitive flesh and separating it, his thumb moving over the hard bud that sends jolts of pleasure down my spine like liquid lightning.
He alternates between hard strokes and gentle flicks, over and over again, until his hand pressing into my abdomen is the only thing keeping me in place.
My moan is wordless, certain that he’s torturing me as he keeps me carefully balanced on a knife edge. Every time the fire twisting my insides starts to crest, he loosens his touch just enough. “What are you waiting for?” I half snap, half sob.
“He’s waiting for us, princess.”
My head snaps up, my mouth falling open in a gasp as Ryder meets my gaze, his brown eyes hungry as they skate down my body. “W-what are you doing here?”
He raises his eyebrows at me, his tone mischievous but his face hungry as he approaches the bed. “We work as a team, little thief. Choose one, choose all.”
I can barely breathe, my attention split between Enzo, Ryder, and the silent shadow that leans against the wall. A flash of icy blue glints in the low light given off by the lamp. “Maverick?”
His voice is low and gruff. “I don’t like to share, Zella. I like to watch, though.”
I stare with wide eyes as he settles into a chair, and Ryder shucks off his shirt, climbing onto the bed. “You look a little hot and bothered, baby.”
Enzo pulls back again, and I snap my teeth in frustration, pushing my hips upward.
“He’s torturing me,” I groan, and Ryder chuckles.
“That’s what he does best,” he chides. His mouth covers mine, his tongue sweeping along the seam of my lips until I open for him.
“Good girl,” he purrs when he pulls back. “Is she doing as she’s told, Enzo?”
He grunts, and I bite back a cry as his finger dips, circling me somewhere new. “Didn’t have much of a choice.”
Ryder strokes my hair back from my face. “I think you could be such a good girl for us, princess,” he murmurs. My eyes flicker down, to where he’s undoing his trousers. “I think I want to see exactly how good you can be.”
I’m on fire. Flames lick along my arms, my legs, twisting me up into a feverish mess as Enzo pushes a thick finger inside me, and Ryder unzips his trousers.
My toes curl as I groan, trying to close my legs against the sweet agony of Enzo pushing up inside me.
He shoves my knees open, using his shoulders to stop me from closing them.
“Little prey,” he chides, before he presses his lips to the soft inside of my thigh. His teeth flash, and he bites down gently. “Stay.”
When I still, my chest rising and falling in rasps, he rewards me by sliding his finger in and out, pushing a little more with each small thrust.
The next feels fuller, and my back bows.
“It’s too big,” I choke, and Enzo laughs darkly.
“You’ll get used to it, little prey,” he promises darkly. “Need to get you ready. Ryder.”
My eyes flicker to Ryder. He’s kneeling next to me, his hand inside his trousers. When he smiles, it’s not a smile I’ve seen before. This one is darker – more animalistic.
He pulls his hand out, and I choke at his size. “Nope,” I hiss, bucking when Enzo thrusts a little harder, “definitely not going to fit.”
Ryder laughs. “It’s not going in your pussy, princess. I think one cock is all you can take for your first time.”
My face falls, and he clicks his tongue. “We’ll see.”
He taps the side of my cheek. “Open up, princess.”
My mouth drops open in shock, and he presses the edge of his cock past my lips. It feels bigger than I expected, wider, with a unique taste that feels like Ryder. My eyes feel like saucers as they flash up to his face, and he grins down at me savagely. “More.”
On that demand, he pushes inside me, sliding past my lips inch by inch as Enzo adds yet another finger and I feel myself stretching around him.
Too much. Too full.
A gentle hand grips my throat, and I stare hazily up at Ryder.
“Swallow, sweetheart,” he coaxes. His fingers massage my throat. “Let me feel you swallowing my cock. I can feel you flexing around me.”
My eyes start to water, and Enzo slides his fingers free with a wet squelch. “I think you’re ready now, little prey.”
I try to shake my head in protest. His face appears in my hazy vision, his lips on my cheek as I try to take in the sheer width of Ryder, finding a rhythm and sucking and licking the top of his head, bolstered by his quiet praise in my ear.
Enzo breathes into my ear. “This is what it means to be ours, prey.”
I moan around Ryder’s cock as something much bigger than fingers pushes against my entrance.
Enzo spreads my hips, pushing me wide as he sinks in a single inch, then another.
His chest presses against mine, warm and possessive as he presses me down into the bed, his fingers sinking into my hip as he presses himself inside.
It hurts, but the slight burning sensation is minimal compared to the flickering, burning embers twisting my insides. Enzo sits up, his hands sliding under my thighs and lifting my legs into the air as he pushes impossibly deeper, stretching me for him as Ryder pushes into my mouth.
Just as I start to feel impossibly full, like it’s a little too much, they start to move in an unspoken rhythm, pushing in and out with me held between them. The air is filled with the jagged sounds of our breathing, my muffled moans, their soft praise as they fill me over and over again.
It’s nothing like I imagined, alone in the apartment with my hand between my legs and an impossible gap in my knowledge. I could never imagine this .
Ryder grunts, his hand threading into my hair. “Fuck, princess, you take me so fucking well. Like you were made to fit me.”
Enzo squeezes my thighs as Ryder picks up his pace, thrusting into my mouth and stilling with a groan as something pushes into my mouth, tangy and hot and a little salty.
“Swallow,” Enzo orders, leaning forward and plucking at my nipple. “Swallow him down, little prey.”
Ryder pulls himself free from my mouth. “Perfect,” he praises, and my skin flushes in appreciation as I do as I’m told. He leans down, and his kiss is gentle against my lips, so at odds with the way he thrust himself into my mouth. “So fucking perfect, princess.”
“It was good?” I ask hesitantly, and he groans, pressing his lips against mine.
“You’ve ruined me,” he tells me, dropping soft, pecking kisses across my face. “Gonna need that every day for the rest of our lives.”
I could do that. He stares at me like I’m powerful, and I revel in it, twisting my hips a little to nudge Enzo into moving. When I glance over, my eyes hooded, Maverick is watching us with a clenched jaw, his hands curled around the arms of the chair.
“Any regrets, Mav?” Ryder calls, and there’s a hint of playful laughter in his voice. Maverick shakes his head.
“Just storing up ideas,” he grunts, and I squirm when his eyes land on me, traveling across my breasts, taking in the light sheen of sweat on my skin. “So many ideas, Zella.”
As Ryder pulls himself away, I try to catch my breath, only to lose it in a shocked cry as I’m suddenly airborne.
Enzo flips me effortlessly, and I land with a muted thud on my front.
He pushes my knees up and apart, and I moan with my face pressed into the sheets as he thrusts into me, impossibly deep.
“Too much,” I groan. “Too deep.”
Instead of responding, his hand slaps against the soft, fleshy part of my ass, and I feel a tugging on my braid as he pulls my head backwards until I’m almost facing the ceiling, but all I see are stars across my vision.
I can feel him pressed up against me, my head back against his shoulder as he pushes in and out.
“Look at me,” he hisses in my ear. “Look at who you belong to, Zella.”
I push my head back to try to see his face. His hair falls over his forehead, but it’s his eyes that catch my attention. They’re brighter than I’ve ever seen.
“Stars,” I half-moan, and he wraps his arm around my waist, one hand still tangled in my hair as he increases his pace.
“Ours,” he grunts. Ryder crawls onto the bed in front of me and I’m caught between them, captured by their fingers and their hands, Enzo’s cock holding me in place as Ryder licks his way down my front. He spreads me apart, and I almost close my eyes.
Almost.
He glances up at me. “Look at this swollen pussy, baby.”
He rubs me right there, and I lean my hands on his shoulders as his head dips down and he swipes his tongue through my folds. It’s enough to tease the fire right to the edge, and I buck in their hold as it grows, deeper and hotter.
“That’s it,” Enzo purrs in my ear. “Come for us, little prey. Let me feel you flex those muscles around my cock, and you’ll feel my cum filling you up.”
He sinks his teeth into my neck, and I scream out, the fire ripping through me in an inferno. They don’t stop touching me, and Enzo roars into my skin as he floods me, hot fluid pushing out of me and dripping down my thighs.
My legs begin to shake as he eases out of me, and he and Ryder lay me down on the bedding in a boneless pile. Little aftershocks of flame are still flickering through me as I’m turned over, and Ryder presses a warm washcloth against me.
“Feels good,” I mumble, and he strokes it through again before he presses a kiss to what’s left of the curls covering me.
I’m lifted into warm arms, and I burrow my head sleepily into someone’s chest.
“She’s staying with me,” Enzo snaps, and Ryder mutters about a bigger bed before I’m tucked into soft covers. Enzo gets in behind me, his arm wrapping around me like a band as he pulls me against him.
“Prey,” he says sharply, and I frown at him over my shoulder.
“No shouting.”
His eyes are still full of stars, and one side curves up as he leans in and kisses my mouth roughly. “You’re out of choices now.”
“Don’t need them,” I yawn. I’m so tired. Exhaustion weighs down my eyelids as I mumble out the thought in my head. I’m not even sure if it’s legible, but Enzo goes still behind me, before I feel his lips in my hair.
And then I sleep.