Chapter 48
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A cascade of sensation floods my veins. Bright sparks creep through and replace what should surely be blood with an all-consuming craving for relief pouring into every limb.
My state of sleep merges into one of intense pleasure, as this morning, I’m in the midst of waking as an orgasm takes hold of my body.
Warmth and a slickness between my thighs leave me trembling, as I reach down and sigh with a contentedness that my giant protector is waking me up in my favorite way. Even though he might have been more than attentive during the course of events with the four of us falling into bed together last night, he’s here and giving me the kind of good morning I’m rapidly becoming addicted to.
“ Angel .”
“No. There’s only a devil between these pretty thighs, princess.” Heated words are spoken against my core, followed by the wicked sensation of being speared by the oh-so-skilled tongue responsible for the climax I’m still rolling on.
Oh my god. The voice that has my eyes flickering open, the blue eyes that greet me, most definitely belong to Hawke.
“Where are the others?” My panting breaths speed up as soon as I realize who it is commanding my body like this. From how wet and aching I’m beginning to sense I am, he must have been playing with me for some time.
“I don’t care. Showering.” Lick. “Fucking, judging by how long they’ve been in there.” Suck. “So I get your cunt all to myself.”
“I—I can’t—not again.” Even though I squirm and protest beneath his mouth, oh so sensitive after how hard I just came while on the cusp of waking, Hawke doesn’t relent. “Please, it’s too much…”
Shifting his weight, he climbs up over my figure and ensures I remain splayed out for him. While my blood sings with overstimulated pleasure, he plunges two thick fingers inside me. I can’t contain the pathetic whine he draws from me with such ease. Those sapphire blue eyes pour into me as Hawke relishes every sensation, every quiver I’m giving him because I can feel just how responsive my body is beneath his touch.
My channel grips him tight and gives away every single one of my secrets. That I want him so badly right now, even though the haze of our fucking from last night has hardly lifted.
His eyes are wild with something I can’t quite grasp, thanks to the orgasm still addling my brain and his fingers working me right back to the edge once more.
There’s a gravelly edge to his voice, one that feels like a warning and a command, all at the same time. “You keep running off to them, so they’ll fuck you and share you, all while a fallen Angel stares at you with those soulful eyes, and Grey calls you sweet little names.”
Hearing him like this shoots my pleasure high into the skies overhead as my fists bunch in the sheets and my back bows under the force of his hand. Hawke finger fucks in and out of me mercilessly, all while I let out a string of pitiful begging noises .
“I don’t give a fuck about sharing you, I truly don’t, but I do love to see how much it turns you on to know we’re all equally possessive, equally goddamn deranged by the prospect of having your sweet pussy.”
This is officially the moment I combust. He’s got me right where he wants me, dangling on the string he’s so effortlessly tugging and toying with, leaving me rendered into a panting, writhing mess as his eyes drill into mine.
“Don’t forget, I know what it is you truly crave, princess. I know the darkness you want to please and placate and be the perfect little slut for.” Hawke is ferocious in the way he stares at me and swallows up every fragment of pleasure I show him. He takes his own from the way I’m responding to his control and fuck my life, if I’d gladly give him the permission to take control like this anywhere and anytime.
My breathy moans fill the room as I tighten around his fingers so hard it’s tempting to beg him outright to unzip himself and start pounding into me.
“ Hawke .”
“ Mmmfuck . Feel how hard you’re gripping me. Go on, run along, and let them stuff you full of cock while they share you, until your every hole is spilling cum. I’ll be right here waiting. And we both know that all I need to do in order to have you falling apart for me is to leave my palm imprinted on that ass of yours.”
“Oh my god.”
That gaze flashes as he impales me on his fingers, and before my brain can catch up with what he’s doing, Hawke grabs my chin with his free hand and kneels over me. Right now, he’s every inch the dominant force in my world.
“I’m your god now, princess. These pretty lips call my name while you’re falling apart. The only god in this bed is the worst kind of man who wants to leave here with the taste of you on my tongue all day long, because that’s about the only thing stopping me from going insane.”
My mouth hangs open as the climax he’s been strumming me toward descends like a wave, crushing me into this mattress. His fingers continue to pinch my chin, and in the act of owning me completely, he spits into my mouth.
I shudder and sob with the intensity of him, the taste of him and me as his saliva hits my tongue. His dominance, his presence, his words… it all consumes me, and I’m nothing but a gasping wreck of pleasure as he works me through it.
His fingers massage me perfectly, and even though my eyes are closed, I can feel the way he’s watching me unravel right here in his bed, surrounded by the scents of him, Grey, and Angel that coil in my bloodstream.
There’s no stopping my heart from vacating and crawling after this man. It resides completely outside my chest now, belonging to the three of them. Utterly lost and fallen for them in the worst way.
“God, you’re beautiful when you come for me,” Hawke murmurs, and it’s right over my lips. I blindly reach for him, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, dragging him down to my mouth.
I want to taste myself there, and I want to let him know just how much he means to me, even though it hardly seems to make any sense. How is it possible to feel so deeply connected to him, let alone three men, while at the same time, Hawke Calliano is, to such a large extent, still a mystery to me?
A man who refused to let me get close, and now I feel like I’m approaching a precipice with him. It’s either going to result in a brutal plunge where I end up minced into pieces on the jagged rocks below when he breaks my heart, or maybe there’s a chance he’s going to catch me when I fall headlong into the void.
What I wouldn’t give for it to be the latter.