32. Vale #2
Knox fucks her like he does everything else, measured and devastating, one hand braced by her head, the other sliding over her waist to keep her turned where he wants her.
Havoc mouths at her breast and her stomach while I kiss her open mouth and swallow every sound I can reach.
She arches between us, panting and smiling and shaking all at once, and when Knox finally pulls out it’s only because she’s too close already and all three of us know it.
We roll her onto her stomach, knees spread, cheek pressed into the sheets, and Havoc laughs softly when she wiggles back on purpose. “Impatient.”
“Yes,” she says into the mattress.
I kiss down her spine while Knox’s hand tangles gently in her hair and Havoc positions himself behind her again, and for one stretched, breathless moment all of us just look.
Then Havoc pushes back into her and she gasps, and Knox says, very low near her ear, “Good. Stay like that.”
He opens up her tiny, pink hole.
“Wait…ah,” she moans as Knox massages her ass cheeks.
“You’re ready, babe,” he says, straddling her and lining himself up. He takes it slow at first, his big cock struggling to fit inside her ass.
“Oh my God,” Lena says, her nails raking the bedframe, but she doesn’t ask him to stop either.
Her head turns into the sheets, cheek pressed down, hair damp and wild across her face, and the sound she makes is low and shaky and so fucking eager it goes straight through me.
Havoc stills behind her for a second, like even he wasn’t fully prepared for how much she’d like this, then he starts moving again and that second is gone.
Lena is not just taking it. She’s giving it back.
That’s what gets me. The way her hips shift for them, the way her body loosens and then tightens in all the right places, the way one of her hands fists in the sheet while the other reaches blindly for Knox, like she wants to be held down and held up at the same time.
“She likes it,” Havoc says, voice rough with disbelief and pride and something a little darker.
Knox’s hand tightens gently in her hair. “I can see that.”
I can too.
She moans again, louder now, and I kiss the side of her throat because I have to touch her somewhere or I’m going to lose my mind.
“You okay?” Knox asks her.
“Yes,” she says immediately, then laughs once, breathless and dirty and stunned by herself. “More than okay.”
Havoc groans behind her. “Jesus.”
He settles into a rhythm that starts hard and gets slower once he realizes she wants to feel every inch of it.
I watch her face. That’s where I always end up.
Watching the way pleasure rewrites her expression in real time.
The way her mouth opens, the way her eyes half close, the way every new sensation makes her look younger for one second and then older the next.
She reaches for me, hand lifting off the mattress, and I take it without thinking.
I kiss her hard.
She moans into my mouth while Havoc fucks her cunt and Knox fucks her ass, exact and relentless and calm in that way only he can make maddening.
Lena is caught between all three of us again, one of Knox’s hands in her hair, mine gripping her fingers, Havoc’s on her hips behind her, and all of it turns around her pleasure so completely that I almost forget to breathe.
“Look at you,” Havoc says. “All that fuss and this is what you wanted.”
She makes a helpless sound that is probably supposed to be an argument, but I laugh against her mouth and kiss her again.
She comes the first time like that, body locking up under our hands, back arching, breath tearing out of her in one broken rush.
Havoc swears when she clenches around him.
Knox doesn’t stop fucking her through it.
I keep kissing her and tasting the moans right off her tongue while she trembles so hard she can barely hold herself up.
When it passes, she sags. Not all the way down. Just enough that all three of us have to catch her.
Havoc slows behind her, but only for a few seconds. Then he starts again.
Lena makes a ruined sound and turns her face into the pillow like she can hide there from the fact that she wants more.
“No,” Knox says quietly, fingers at her chin this time, lifting her face just enough. “Stay with us.”
She whimpers.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.
I move lower on the bed, kissing down her shoulder blades, her spine, the dimples at the base of her back, then lower still, because I want to feel every reaction she has left in her.
Havoc doesn’t stop. Knox doesn’t stop. And Lena, God, Lena is shaking and laughing and gasping in the same breath like she can’t believe what her own body is doing.
“That’s too much,” she says.
Knox’s mouth brushes her temple. “Not yet.”
She moans like that answer gets her even wetter.
It probably does.
I slide one hand under her, between her her body and the bed, and find her clit slick and swollen and so sensitive she jerks before I’ve even done more than touch. Havoc laughs low when he realizes what I’m doing.
“There you are,” he says. “Again.”
I rub her carefully at first, the way you have to when someone’s already been over the edge once and might cry if you push wrong.
Knox eases out of her ass, and Havoc takes over, bending her knees so he can continue to fuck her from behind.
Lena clenches around him, pushes back onto him, and the sound she makes when my fingers settle into a rhythm on her body is almost enough to finish me untouched.
I climb up the bed and free my cock with one hand while still working her with the other. Knox sees it, of course. His eyes flick to me, then to her face, then back again, and he shifts just enough to make room, his hand taking over for mine on her clit.
Lena comes the second time with my name in her mouth.
That nearly kills me.
Havoc hears it and thrusts harder, groaning when she tightens again, and Knox finally loses some of his control long enough to curse under his breath while he rubs her through every shaking pulse of it.
I jerk myself beside her, watching every second of it, and I know I’m not going to last much longer if this keeps up.
Knox slides in front of her, tips her carefully onto her side, one thigh over his hip, and kisses her hard while Havoc is still inside her from behind.
The angle changes everything. It gives Havoc deeper leverage and gives Knox her mouth and breasts and the front of her body all at once.
He takes one nipple into his mouth while she cries out and Havoc fucks her through it, and I position myself near her head, close enough for her to wrap her hand around me again.
She strokes me while Havoc pounds into her and Knox sucks marks into her skin.
I come in her hand with a groan I can’t swallow, head dropping forward while she keeps stroking me through it, sloppy and generous and wrecked herself. Havoc hears it and laughs once, breathless and triumphant, then loses his own rhythm for a second before recovering.
Lena laughs too, or tries to. It comes out as another moan when Knox bites her nipple and Havoc drives in deep enough to make her whole body jump.
By then she’s so far gone she’s barely holding on to language, only us. Knox’s mouth. My hand in hers. Havoc’s grip on her waist. The room is all steam and sex and wet skin and the mattress shifting under all of it.
“Come again,” Knox says against her mouth.
She whines.
Havoc laughs low and filthy behind her. “You hear that? He’s not asking.”
And Lena does.
Of course she does.
The third orgasm hits her slower and harder, drawn out by the way Knox keeps her open and Havoc keeps fucking her and I keep my hand on her throat and jaw, holding her face turned toward us so she can’t disappear into the pillow this time.
She comes with her body half-curled around Knox, crying out into his mouth while Havoc groans and loses the last of his control behind her.
He comes hard, buried deep, face in her shoulder, one arm locking across her waist like he has to hold her together while she breaks.
For a few seconds, he just stays there, breathing against her skin.
Havoc pulls out slowly, swearing when Lena shudders at the feeling of it. “She’s unreal,” he says.
Knox’s mouth twitches, but he doesn’t argue.
Instead he shifts her onto her back, spreads her thighs, and kisses down her body one slow inch at a time.
He kisses the marks on her breasts, the hollow of her stomach, the inside of one thigh, then the other, while I kneel beside her head and let her suck two of my fingers into her mouth, cleaning them, eyes half-lidded and shameless now.
I stroke her hair back and kiss her forehead. Her cheek. The corner of her mouth. “Still with us?” I ask.
She looks up at me and smiles in the smallest, most wrecked way. “Unfortunately.”
I laugh.
She’s limp between us, dazed and gloriously overfucked, and I look at her and know we’ve crossed another line none of us is likely to walk back.
I should care more.
Instead I’m too busy kissing her temple and thinking that if there’s any mercy left in the world, nothing interrupts us for at least ten minutes.
We fall asleep in pieces and then all at once.
At first it’s only supposed to be for a minute.
Just long enough to lie still in the heat we made, in the wreckage of sheets and damp skin and the heavy, almost unreal quiet that comes after too much pleasure.
The bed is enormous, absurdly so, wide enough to hold all four of us without anyone having to edge away, though no one seems interested in distance anyway.
When I wake, I know something is wrong before I know what it is.
Not sound. The room is quiet. Too quiet, maybe, but that isn’t it.
Absence.
I reach for Lena without opening my eyes fully and touch only warm sheets.
My body comes awake in one hard jolt.
I sit upright, disoriented for half a second by the size of the room and the stale gray light filtering around the curtains. Havoc is still asleep, flat on his stomach now, one arm flung wide. Knox is on his back, not quite motionless, but deep enough under that he hasn’t felt me move yet.
Lena is gone. The blanket beside me is thrown back, the place where she had been already cooling.
I look toward the bathroom first. It’s dark. My heart starts beating hard enough that I can feel it in my throat.
“Lena?” I say quietly at first, because some stupid part of me still expects her to answer from somewhere nearby. The dressing room. The bathroom. The other side of the bed.
Nothing.
I get to my feet.
The room smells faintly of sleep, sex, steam from the earlier shower, and under all of that something else. Sharp. Sweet in a chemical way. Wrong enough that my body recognizes it before my mind supplies the word.
Chloroform.
Every bit of warmth drains out of me.
There’s no doubt in my mind—she was taken.