Viking
My hit list grows larger by the hour. Easy located where Logan’s stepbrother is staying in Gulfport, as well as the address of her home in Montgomery, where her stepfather also resides. Both will die painful deaths. Add in the drama of Trista and Macy, and I’m a bomb waiting to detonate.
Never in my life did I expect to care about someone the way I’m starting to with Logan, and having so many people trying to ruin her is not good for my volatile temper.
Priest feeds her, while I create a barrier around her body.
I’m the fucking brick wall that’ll keep everyone away from her.
The only women around here who have been kind to her are Finleigh, which isn’t surprising; she’s been teasing us for months about finding a woman, and Amber.
Amber has always been a bit quieter and less confrontational than the other girls.
She knows her place here and simply wants protection.
Candy has yet to show up, which is surprising, but I think that’s because Brute asked her to steer clear until the mess with Trista got cleaned up.
“You done?” Burying my face in the side of Logan’s neck, I growl against her throat before licking up the side and nipping her jaw. Her sweet sigh is like an arrow to my dick, and it stands up straight, dying to get into her body.
“Yeah,” she whispers. A blush works up her throat, giving away her thoughts and what she’s likely feeling between her legs, since my cock has been pressed right against her heat for nearly an hour.
Nodding at Priest, he smirks, then takes the dishes to the kitchen while I carry our pretty little prize up to our room. Setting her on her feet as soon as we enter, I remind her, “What’s the rule in here?”
She’s a little stunned, glancing around as she recalls my words before beginning to remove her clothes.
First her shoes and socks, then her oversized sweater and T-shirt.
While revealing every glorious inch of herself, I admire the way her slight curves flare at her hips and tits.
When her pants finally drop to the ground, Priest enters and lets out a guttural groan at the sight of her.
Even bruised up, she’s fucking gorgeous. But it’s then that I notice some of the scars we’d seen in the hospital: thighs, hips, upper arms. The ones on her back are larger.
“I fell out of a tree when I was eight. Branch broke,” she explains, and it eases some of my anger. “Lots of stitches on my back. Do not recommend the experience if you can avoid it.” Her self-deprecating laugh lightens the mood.
“The rest.” Priest points to her pale pink thong and matching bra. Both are more practical than enticing, but fuck, she’s sexy with her innocence that she wears like a cloak.
“You’re still dressed,” she points out, placing her hands on her hips, watching us like our clothes will just disappear.
Removing my vest, I hang it on a hook by the door and drag my shirt off with a grip on the back of the collar before undoing my belt and jeans. Sitting in one of the chairs, I unlace my boots, kick them off, then lean back.
Her eyes eat me up. Taking in the tattoos, the battle scars, and my ripped abs. Her petal pink tongue glides across her bottom lip, and her breathing accelerates. Witnessing her grow hot is fucking riveting.
“Come here, hellcat.” She comes without hesitation, only slowing when Priest begins stripping so she can watch him too.
“On your knees,” I demand once she’s positioned between my splayed knees.
“Good girl.” She glares at me, but I catch how her nipples harden into little pebbles.
“She’s going to pretend she doesn’t enjoy being praised. ”
Priest chuckles as he moves behind her, grips her hair, and tugs her head back. Whipping out his smooth leather belt from the loops of his pants, he wraps it around her neck, and Logan’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t protest.
“Fuck me, you are a good girl,” he says.
She fights the urge to mouth off.
I’m not sure whether it’s because she enjoys the praise and wants to please us, or if it truly bothers her. Either way, I don’t care.
“Turn around,” I order, and she does. Priest hands me the ends of his belt before pushing his fingers through her silky locks.
It’s always so fucking soft. I lean in close to her ear and inhale.
She smells like rain after a storm. “Pull his dick out,” I say, and she makes these little sounds in the back of her throat that I’m growing addicted to and want more of.
Her hands move slowly at first, fumbling from nerves.
But when Priest’s head drops back, and his hips jut forward as he groans animalistically, her confidence grows.
Tugging his jeans and boxers down enough that the crown of his cock pops out, it’s red, angry-looking, and leaking, so Logan bites her lip, unsure of what to do next.
“Touch him, hellcat. Lick up that little drop and roll it around on your tongue.”
Tightening the belt a little more, my eyes stay glued to her lips as she tips forward, peeks out her sweet tongue, and glides it along the lip of his shaft to the pearly liquid slowly pumping out with every deep breath he takes.
Logan jumps when his cock twitches at her touch, but she does as I said, moaning before swallowing, then lapping at him like she’s a kitten with a fresh bowl of cream.
“You’re going to be a little cum slut, aren’t you?” I chuckle, my hot breath on her throat making her shiver. “Take him all the way out now.”
“Fuck, man, she’s going to make me blow before I’m in her mouth,” Priest groans, staring down at her, hunger and possession in his eyes.
“Good, then I get more time with her.” He glares at me, I laugh, and Logan whimpers. Trailing a finger down her spine, goosebumps rise on her flesh, enticing me forward to lick from her tailbone up to her nape. “Goddamn, you are delicious.”
“Wh-what do I do now?” At her inquisition, a growl erupts from deep in my chest. I fucking love that she feels free to ask for direction.
“Take him in both hands.” Looping the belt even more snugly around her throat, I rub my hands up her arms to her wrists and guide her on how I want her to hold his girth. “Good girl, now wrap your fingers tight. Squeeze him. Yes, just like that. Now move up and down.”
“Jesus Christ, sprite, don’t be shy,” Priest gasps.
“Like this,” I say, gripping his shaft. My palm slides over the head to collect moisture and make stroking him easier. “Nice and tight. Pump up and down, squeeze and release, then take him in your mouth.”
Logan picks it up quickly, and soon she finds a rhythm she enjoys that makes Priest tense and nearly jump out of his skin while she sucks him to the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Vik, your turn. I want my spunk landing deep in her tight little cunt.”
“Open up, hellcat.” I smirk at Priest, and he bares his teeth at me.
“Tilt your chin a bit.” As she does, I press her head forward until the tip of his dick is in her throat.
Before she can panic, I instruct her, “Breathe through your nose, slowly.” My fingers grasp her throat, under her jaw.
“Now, swallow.” I feel her muscles working up and down as Priest grips her skull in his hands to hold her still while his hips shoot forward and he groans painfully, fighting off coming down her throat.
“Make Priest explode, hellcat. Bite down.” She doesn’t hesitate, and he bellows a dozen curses as he lets go and feeds her a load of cum.
Slipping my free hand between her legs, I rub her clit hard until she pushes into my touch.
“Come for me now, hellcat, but keep swallowing Priest. Don’t let him go. ”
She whines but holds him in her mouth, ignoring his attempt to pull back, and it only takes another minute before she cries out with her orgasm and soaks my hand in her juices.
Logan slumps into Priest’s legs, exhausted and buzzing from her efforts.
“Not fucking cool, man,” Priest growls at me, punching my shoulder as I pick Logan up and carry her to the bed. She’s too fucking slight in my arms; the woman needs some more meat on her bones.
Placing her in the middle of the bed, I spread her legs wide, watching her pussy lips split open, revealing her pink hole to us as an offering.
“You can have her first.”
Nibbling his lip, Priest doesn’t hesitate to lay between her legs, hooking each one over his shoulders and dragging her into his mouth to feast.