44. Riley
As soon ashe gets my yes, Dante uses his grip on my jaw to turn my face back toward his. Then he takes my mouth like he owns it, doing his damnedest to make me forget everything that isn’t the heat and taste and feel of him.
I moan, surrendering to the kiss completely as his hard length grows beneath me.
I can’t forget everything else, though. I’m hyper aware that we’re not alone… and that none of us want to be. The men want to share me, and the deep, throbbing need in my core is all the evidence I need that I most definitely want to be shared.
“Fucking beautiful,” Maddoc murmurs from behind me, the subtle sounds as he and Logan shift position—as they watch—turning me on even more.
Dante’s hands span my waist, then slide up under my shirt, sending heated shudders through me from the rough calluses on his fingers as they trail up my sides, pushing my shirt higher. He breaks our kiss long enough to pull it over my head, then pulls his own off and takes my mouth again, his hands cupping my ass and rocking me against him.
“That’s it, princess,” he murmurs against my lips when filthy sounds tumble out of me. “Let me hear you.“
I’m wearing a bra today, and suddenly other hands are on me. I don’t know whose and I don’t care. They open the clasp on the back and ease it off me, and then I’m skin to skin with the hard planes of Dante’s incredible chest.
My nipples pebble hard, and I gasp, pressing myself against him as he tunnels his hand into my hair, pulling my head back.
Someone groans, and then I’m suddenly lifted off Dante’s lap, the rest of my clothes stripped off me.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Dante murmurs as I stand before him, his brothers’ hands supporting me.
Dante splays his hands wide, framing my shaved pussy with them, then leans forward and presses his flattened tongue against my clit before sucking it into his mouth… hard.
Pleasure spikes through me, and I scream, lurching forward and bracing my hands on his shoulders. He looks up at me with a devilish grin, then kisses my clit again, eyes locked with mine. His hands are moving below, but I can’t see what he’s doing. Can barely think of anything but how much I want him as he nips at the sensitive skin of my navel, then slides his hands up the back of my thighs, urging me forward.
It’s only when he lowers me back down to his lap—guiding me to straddle him this time—that I realize what he was doing before. He was unzipping himself, pulling his cock out and getting it ready for me.
And as he lowers me down, he fucking impales me on it.
“Oh god,” I gasp as his thick cock forces me open in the best possible way.
The sound of rough breathing comes from behind me, Maddoc and Logan murmuring in low voices laced with desire, but I can’t focus on them. Can’t focus on anything. Not while Dante has me speared so deeply like this.
“You take me so fucking well,” he says, the green of his eyes darkened with the same desire bleeding off his brothers, making the air around us so thick with sex that I almost feel drunk on it. “Nothing feels as good as being inside you, princess. Come on now, ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
His hands stay firmly on my ass and I dig my fingers into his shoulders, lifting myself up. Dirty sounds escape me at the exquisite feel of his length stroking me from the inside out, and when I hear Maddoc—or maybe Logan?—inhale sharply behind me, letting the breath out on a low, quiet moan, my body clenches around Dante’s cock, fierce pleasure spiking through me.
Then I drop down, grinding onto his lap.
And do it again.
And again.
“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he grits out, his inked muscles going taut as his rough palms grip my ass even tighter. “Take what you need. Get it, beautiful.”
“Dante,” I breathe out, a fierce, hot, addictive pleasure coiling tightly within me as I fuck myself on his glorious cock. “God.”
He’s got a firm hold on me, but he’s doing exactly what he said. Letting me take what I need, letting me take control of this fuck and drive us both crazy. Keeping his eyes locked with mine… until he doesn’t.
He looks over my shoulder, his cock flexing inside me.
“You’re making my brothers so fucking hard, princess,” he says. “They’re watching you. Remembering how good it feels to fuck you. Watching your sweet little body do what it does best. What we’ve all dreamed of doing with you since the minute you walked in and captivated us. Fuck, Riley. Do you know how incredible you are?”
What I know is that I’m going to come hard, and I’m going to come fast. Between the intensity of my feelings for these men and the heartbreak of knowing I’ll need to leave them soon—and the hot rush that comes from knowing they’re watching me now—I can’t do anything but come hard and fast.
Dante grins at me, a fierce, possessive affection in his eyes that almost undoes me.
“You,” he says, gripping the back of my neck and kissing me hard enough to put me right there. Then he lets go and I use muscles I haven’t flexed since I last had my legs wrapped around a stripper pole, letting my head fall back and the purple and blue waves of my hair cascade down my back. The passion rising up in me like an unstoppable tide drives me even harder, and I ride Dante’s cock all the way to the teetering edge of screaming pleasure he’s taken me to so many times before. And then—
“Nothing better than this,” he mutters as I slam myself down on his cock and moan. “Nothing.”
—I fall right over that edge, waves of hot bliss shuddering through me as my orgasm turns me inside out, my body clenching in rippling undulations around Dante’s swollen, steel-hard shaft.
His big hands slide up, supporting my upper body, and he tilts me backward. “Let my brothers see you, princess. Let them watch me fill you with my cum.”
I shudder hard, an aftershock of pleasure ripping through me at the thought. “Yes.”
I want that.
I want his cum inside me.
And once he gives it to me, I want Maddoc and Logan to each fuck me, wet and dirty too.
Dante drags me up his cock with a groan, his big hands on my ass again, spreading me wide. Giving Maddoc and Logan a view. Then he pulls me back down, his hips thrusting up to impale me hard, and the insatiable need these men awaken in me rekindles, deep in my core.
“Do it,” I beg him, my thighs shaking as he uses me like a cock sleeve, bouncing me on his lap even faster. “Come inside me.”
“You want that?” Dante asks, his breath getting choppy and his grip tightening on my ass almost to the point of pain. “You want me to make you into a mess? Get your pussy sloppy with my cum?”
“I want everything you can give me,” I say, which is nothing but the truth.
“Fuck,” Dante groans, yanking me down on his cock and giving me exactly that. Everything.
“You two look hot as fuck together,” Maddoc says in a low growl as Dante pants through his orgasm, filling me up just like he promised.
A greedy, hungry shudder ripples through me at the visceral reminder that all the men are sharing this moment. That they’re all going to share me. These three have spoiled me. They’ve each given me some of the best orgasms of my life, and as sated as Dante’s cock always makes me, my body already craves more.
I lightly trace his still-healing new tattoo—my mark, permanently imprinted near his heart—and Dante tunnels his fingers through the back of my hair, palming the back of my head and tipping it forward toward his.
“Nothing better than this,” he repeats softly as his cock slowly stops pulsing inside me.
He rests his forehead on mine, looking into my eyes with a hot, tender smile, and reaches between us to take my hand, flattening it over his tattoo.
He hisses a little, and I smile. It must still be tender, but just like me, I know that does it for him. Just like every single thing about him does it for me. Him and his brothers.
Dante’s tender smile turns downright filthy, and he tips my head like he did before we fucked, turning it so I can see Maddoc and Logan watching us.
“You came so well for me, princess,” he whispers in my ear. But then like he’s reading my mind again, he adds, “but this doesn’t have to stop here.”
Maddoc’s gray eyes are locked onto me and burning with fire. Logan’s pale gaze is so hot that I can’t remember how I ever thought they looked like ice.
“You spent last night with Madd,” Dante says, his softening cock flexing inside me again. My breath hitches, and Dante chuckles, low and dirty. “Do you want him again?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, heat tightening my core again as that fire in Maddoc’s eyes flares bright.
“Did he fuck you good last night?”
“Yes.”
I gasp as the memory sends an aftershock of pleasure ripping through me, forcing my body to milk Dante’s cock as it starts to harden again inside me.
We both groan, and I’m pinned in place, frozen with fire by the intensity of Maddoc’s gaze and the pulsing weight of Logan’s too. Their focused attention ripples through the air between us like the kind of heat that pulses off the seemingly quiet desert.
“It was so good,” I admit, still holding Maddoc’s eyes and letting my tongue loosen, opening up like I never do. “Maddoc fucks like a god.”
He smirks, his lips lifting just a tad at the corners, and Dante chuckles, a vibration I can feel where we’re joined.
“You want to be fucked like that again?”
I want to be fucked like that always.
“Answer him,” Maddoc says in that demanding leader-of-the-Reapers tone that reminds me of just how controlling he can be… and just how much I fucking get off on it.
“I want to be fucked like that again,” I say obediently, my voice coming out just as breathless and needy as my body is feeling.
Dante’s big hand rubs up and down my bare spine, sliding under my hair and pressing me closer to his chest. My nipples rub against his pecs in a maddening tease, and he leans in to bite at my ear again, his cock almost fully hard inside me now.
“What do you want?” he whispers. “Tell us exactly how you want to be fucked tonight. What are you craving, princess?”
I shake my head. I’m not afraid of dirty talk, but opening up like this is so much easier with my body than my heart.
Dante chuckles. “Not good enough. Do you want more cock?”
I close my eyes, my pulse quickening. “Yes.”
“Look at me,” Maddoc demands.
My eyes snap back open, and he smiles, hot and predatory.
“Whose cock do you want, princess? My brothers’?”
“Yes.” I swallow, my body tightening with desire again. Something that another low chuckle from Dante tells me he definitely noticed. “I want… I want all of you.” The way Maddoc’s eyes flare and the low, quietly indrawn breath I get from Logan spurs me on. “I want you to share me,” I whisper. “I want to be taken and used and owned. I want to belong to all of you.”
I wanted to be marked, in whatever way they’re willing, so that when Chloe and I have to leave, I’ll have something—even if it’s just a memory—to take with me.
“Good girl,” Dante whispers, kissing my temple as he continues to hold my head firmly pointed in Maddoc’s direction. “I knew you were fucking perfect for us.”
“Then show me,” I challenge, my eyes boring into Maddoc’s. This is a man I can push as hard as I want, knowing he’ll push back when I need it and stand strong—strong enough to let me break against him—when I need that too.
And right now what I need, what I crave, is exactly what I get.
Maddoc takes me up on my challenge, striding toward us and plucking me bodily off Dante’s lap before lifting me into his arms. “You want to be fucked again, butterfly? You want to know how well you fit here?”
Dante groans, wrapping his hand around his swollen cock as his cum runs down my thighs, making me into exactly the mess he promised.
Maddoc doesn’t seem to notice or mind… or maybe he does.
Maybe he notices, and it turns him on just as much as it does me.
He holds me against him, kissing me hard and possessively, and everything I felt in his arms last night roars to life inside me all over again. The kiss is everything I just found the courage to ask for. It’s a deep, dirty claim, making me feel taken and used and owned. Making me feel like I belong to him.
And belonging to Maddoc is belonging to all of them. I’ve seen how they are. As selfless with each other as they are ready to defend what’s theirs against all others.
He sucks on my tongue and takes command of my mouth, his arms rock solid as he supports my weight against him and fans the flames inside me until they’re back to an all-consuming blaze. Knowing Dante and Logan are there makes that blazing fire burn out of control, but the way Maddoc kisses me—like yes, he’ll fuck me, but only when he gets around to it and he’s got no intention at all of hurrying things along—takes over all my awareness until I’m lost in it.
He barely lets me breathe, kissing me like he’s inhaling me—kissing me on and on and on, until I’m burning up and melting into pieces. Until I need his cock.
“Maddoc, please,” I gasp when he finally lets me come up for air. “I need—”
“I know,” he growls, setting me down on my feet without letting me go. He rests one hand against my throat while the other one holds me firmly against him, and kisses me again. Kisses me like he craves it. Like he can’t stop.
But this time, the thick length of his cock digs into my stomach, his clothing scraping roughly against my overly sensitized skin.
He’s still fully clothed. They all are, other than Dante having taken off his shirt and freed his cock. And I shiver, suddenly feeling vulnerable and exposed in a way I never did while stripping.
Maybe because the three men watching me have a different kind of attention trained on me. One that, like Dante said once, feels like it sees me all the way down to my soul.
Not that I want to be anywhere else. I don’t. I don’t want to be with anyone else—and I don’t want any of these three men to be anywhere but right here with me—either. But I’ve opened up more to them more than I ever have to anyone. In some ways, in the most private of ways, even more than I’ve ever opened up to Chloe. And… it’s a lot.
My heart starts to race.
My body starts to shake.
I’m so wet, so freshly, deeply aroused, that I almost can’t stand it.
“Riley,” Maddoc says, looking down at me with an intensity that tells me he sees it. Senses it. Sees me. “I’ve got you.”
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit breathlessly, staring up into his eyes but acutely aware of both Logan’s and Dante’s, trained on me too. “I’ve never… been watched.” He knows I stripped, but he also knows what I mean. “I’ve never been with more than one man.”
Or with any man that I cared about like this; like I care about each of them.
“Good,” Maddoc says with a possessive kind of satisfaction that settles my nerves and leaves nothing but the fire burning in my blood for this man. For all three of them. “You’re gorgeous, and I like knowing that’s all for us.”
“As it should be,” Dante murmurs, his hand moving lazily over his erect cock.
Logan makes a low sound of agreement—a sound that’s somehow both completely controlled and also so hungry and raw and real that my stomach flutters with a whole new batch of nerves. The best kind. The kind that heighten my arousal and flutter in my stomach.
Maddoc sees that too.
“Do you want a drink to take the edge off, baby?” he asks, stroking my throat like he’s already imagining the smooth slide of good whiskey going down it.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I admit, falling for him just a little bit more, just because he offered.
He smiles, reaching down to lift a half full lowball off the side table next to us. He keeps his eyes on me as he lifts it to his lips, the smooth golden liquid making my mouth water. He lowers the glass and then lowers his head, taking my mouth again… and spits the whiskey he just sipped onto my tongue.
I moan. It burns so good… and even better, it tastes a little bit like him now too.
It goes down just as smoothly as I imagined, spreading a different kind of fire through me. One that turns me on just as much as swallowing something Maddoc had inside him first.
He sets the glass down and cups my jaw, tilting my head back. “You told Dante you want me again.”
“I do.”
“You told him you liked the way I fucked you last night,” he says, his eyes glittering with a dark light that tells me he finds this little game just as hot as I do. And even better, that it’s more than a game. It’s Maddoc knowing what will get to me, and giving me all of it.
Heat floods between my legs, and I suck in a breath, pressing my thighs together.
“I do,” I repeat in a husky whisper. “And I want it again.”
He smiles, slow and sexy and utterly feral. Then he spins me around and pulls my back against his chest, holding me there while one hand roughly squeezes my breasts and the other plunges between my legs.
“Oh god,” I gasp as his fingers thrust into my cum-drenched pussy with a deliciously obscene sound that makes me feel deliciously dirty.
Dante’s eyes burn into me, his hand still wrapped around his cock—hard and wet from being inside me and enough to make my mouth water as he slowly works it over, watching me with his brother. Logan is watching too, his entire body so still that on anyone else it would be unnatural. On Logan, it’s hot as hell. It tells me just how focused he is on this.
And the thick bulge in his pants tells me just how much he’s enjoying it too.
“I’m going to give you exactly what you want, baby,” Maddoc whispers in my ear as he fingers me deep. “Bend over and grab your ankles.”
I hesitate. No matter how turned on I am, the idea of letting him dominate me like that—
“Do it,” Maddoc says, pulling his fingers out abruptly and taking a step back. “Let me back in that pussy.”
I fold myself in half, spreading my legs and wrapping my hands around each ankle, just like he said. My hair sweeps the carpet and Dante’s cum runs down my thighs, and the idea of letting Maddoc dominate me like this turns me the fuck on, is what it does. Everything else is secondary right now. I need this. I need him to take me in front of his brothers.
His fingers plunge back inside me, and he spanks my ass hard enough to make me clench around them with a gasp.
“Perfect,” Maddoc says. “I want to feel that around my cock again.” My body tightens, desperately wanting that too, and Maddoc’s voice drops low. “Just like that.”
His fingers leave me and I hear his zipper come down. He grabs my hips hard enough that his fingers dig in, giving me a bite of pain that makes it that much better and the hope for a few bruises to remember this by when he’s done.
Then he notches his cock at my entrance and buries himself inside me in one, brutally perfect thrust.
He groans, grinding against me for a moment, balls deep and hitting it exactly where I need it. Then he smacks my ass and starts to fuck me, holding me in place as he pushes me higher and higher.
“Those sounds you make are sexy as hell, princess,” Dante murmurs, his voice reminding me that I’m not just getting fucked, I’m getting fucked in front of all of them. “You look fucking amazing taking Madd’s cock like that.”
“She feels amazing,” Maddoc grunts. “She feels fucking perfect.”
His words, his cock, the weight of the Reapers’ eyes on me and the blood rushing to my head, it all comes together to ramp my arousal up in a way I’ve never felt before. I’m dizzy and close—so fucking close—and when Maddoc grits out more filthy words of praise, telling me how much he loves fucking me, I break.
“Jesus, baby, fuck,” Maddoc grits out, fucking me through it as I sob out my release, this second orgasm cracking through me like a whip, all sharp, intense lines of pleasure followed by a deep, throbbing afterglow that feels like it’s marked me for real. Marked me as his.
Then Maddoc finishes inside me with a string of low curses, the rough rasp of his pants against my bare thighs and ass driving home all over again just how hot it is to be dominated like this, used like this, by someone who’s already proven just how far he’ll go to take care of me too.
He pulls out of me and helps me straighten up, then holds me against him, and kisses me possessively.
It’s hot, but what’s even hotter is when he breaks the kiss, rubs his thumb over my lips like he wants to make sure it takes, then turns me toward his brother. Toward Logan.
I should be sated. Physically, I’ve been more than satisfied and my body feels deliciously wrung out from the way Dante and Maddoc have already had me. But I’m greedy. Hungry to know I’m Logan’s too. Eager to feel that deep, dangerous connection between us consume me the same way his pale gaze is right now.
I want more.
I want him.
But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous as I walk toward him. I’ve never felt anything like what’s grown between me and Logan. We share things that I’ve never had with anyone else, but he’s also got what he calls that monster inside him.
I know he’s not that, but even if he’s not dangerous to me, he is a dangerous man. A deadly one.
And one who I want to fuck me almost desperately.
He doesn’t move, but his eyes track me with a feral-looking hunger that meets and matches my own, driving it higher. His stillness is that of a predator, ready to pounce, and when I stop in front of him, his eyes drop to my pussy.
I suck in a sharp breath, desire spiking through me. But then almost immediately I wince, realizing what a filthy mess I am.
Logan likes things clean and neat. Organized and under his control. Coming to him messy like this, used hard by his brothers with both Maddoc and Dante’s cum leaking down my thighs, is almost guaranteed to turn him off.
I move my hand in front of my wet, swollen pussy, and Logan’s hand lashes out just as fast, stopping me.
“No,” he says, the raw hunger in his voice flipping everything I know about him on its head.
He wants me. Wants this. Needs things to be orderly and predictable in the rest of his life, but can share me, wants to share me, with his brothers just as badly as I want to be shared.
“I’m a mess,” I whisper, shaking with renewed need.
His eyes burn back into mine, then they drop to my pussy again. He releases my wrist. “Clean yourself up.”
“What?”
“Stuff it back inside. My brothers are leaking out of you.”
“Fuck,” someone mutters behind me with a low chuckle. Maddoc? Dante? I don’t know, but Logan’s filthy demand has my body reacting. Clenching tight again as desire throbs hot and urgent in my core.
It forces more hot cum down my thighs, and—equal parts shocked and turned on—I do what Logan told me to. I catch it. I scoop it off my thighs. I push it back up inside me and then can’t help the quiet, needy sounds that spill out of me as my fingers fill me the way these men have.
The way I’m desperately hoping Logan will too.
The appreciative groans from behind me tell me his brothers are hoping the same thing, but when I try to move closer to Logan again, he stops me.
“I can’t,” he clips out, the thick bulge in his pants calling him a liar.
“You… what?”
Logan presses his lips together, an uncharacteristic flush coloring his cheeks, and stares at me with a fierce hunger that directly defies his words. He’s got himself locked down though, and when he doesn’t answer, I push him.
“You can’t fuck me?”
“She’s ours, Logan,” Maddoc says when Logan still doesn’t answer.
We can all hear what he means. Ours. I belong to them. All three of them. Maddoc wants Logan to have me too.
But instead of following Maddoc’s lead, Logan takes a step backward, away from me, his eyes shuttering.
Pain slices through me. “You don’t want me?” But then my breath catches, that connection between the two of us burning bright enough to illuminate the truth. I reach for him, resting my hand over his heart before he can move away again. “You don’t trust yourself with me.”
It’s not a question. I’m sure of it.
Logan answers anyway. “You know what I am.”
He means a monster. He doesn’t trust himself… but I do. I want him, and I’m not afraid of him. I just need to show him that. To prove to him what I already know. That he can be trusted, at least with me.
“Logan,” Dante starts from behind me. “You—”
I shake my head, grateful when Dante backs off. Then I hold out my hand to Logan. “Give me your knife.”
My nipples pebble with the memory of the way he ran it over my skin when we were intimate before.
He looks confused for a moment, and I lightly stroke the scar he left between my breasts.
“Give me your knife, Logan,” I repeat in a gentler voice, hoping he can see everything I’m feeling on my face.
He should. He’s observant like that. Now I just need him to believe it.
He hesitates for another moment, then finally holds it out to me.
“Sit,” I say without taking the knife from him.
His eyes narrow a little, no doubt balking at any hint of not being the one in control, but he’s already trusted me this far, and a visceral thrill goes through me he trusts me with this part too.
He sits, and I lean closer, taking his hand and guiding it up so the knife rests against my throat.
I hold it there, the blade biting at my skin like it’s made of the same darkness that he and I share, and crawl onto his lap.
Logan instantly stiffens, flinching backward… but taking care, just like I knew he would, not to let the knife break my skin.
“I know you have the control not to hurt me if you don’t want to,” I tell him, my pulse tripping. Not with fear, but with arousal. “You’re the most precise person I know. You don’t ever do anything by accident. Do you want to hurt me?”
He hesitates. “No.”
“Then you won’t,” I promise in a throaty whisper, knowing that we both understand what’s been left unspoken.
He has hurt me.
And I’ve liked the pain.
But the kind I need, the kind he enjoys dominating me with, isn’t what we’re talking about here.
Logan silently holds my gaze, something throbbing in the air between us, but he still doesn’t move. He still hesitates, even as his body reacts to me.
I can see how torn he is, at war with himself and his demons, but they’re not going to win. This isn’t a war he gets to fight alone. Not when I know that none of his self-doubt is justified. Not with me.
“You won’t hurt me,” I repeat, starting to grind against him as his brothers’ cum drips out of me, soaking into the rough denim of his jeans. “Not in any way I don’t want you to.”
Logan’s eyes flare and his cock hardens even more beneath me, the tendons in his wrist going taut beneath my fingers.
My breath hitches in my throat, and I moan as I roll my hips against him a little faster, feeling it in my thighs after riding Dante so hard but not letting that stop me. Not when Logan feels so good.
“Logan,” I whisper, touching him because I need to. I release his wrist and trail my fingers up his arm, skimming them over his firm chest and then dragging them down his sternum, stopping to hover just above his waistband.
I half expect him to stop me.
I desperately want him to kiss me.
I wait for the knife to waver, for his barely leashed control to snap, for all that coiled intensity brewing inside him to break.
Instead, he finally moves, lifting his other hand to the back of my head and gripping it tight.
I’m not sure if it’s an invitation or a dare, but either way, I take him up on it. I lean forward to kiss him, slowly pushing against the knife blade as he retreats it just enough to keep it from cutting me, until I’m finally close enough to taste his breath.
For a second, I think he won’t let me go any further… but then he makes me. Uses his grip on the back of my head to urge me forward until our lips finally touch, then flips the knife over to put the flat of it against my throat instead of the edge of the blade. He takes control of my mouth with a precision and focus that have me panting, and I reach between us to unzip his pants.
Logan’s breath catches, a tremor going through him as he kisses me even harder.
“Have you… done this before?” I ask when he finally releases my mouth, dozens of tiny clues clicking into place in my head.
He holds my gaze with a burning intensity for a moment, his cock thick and hot as it throbs in my hand. Then, “No.”
“You’ve never had sex?”
The question makes his cock jump in my hand.
“I’ve never needed to.”
Needed to.
His choice of words doesn’t escape me, and my heart flutters at the implication.
I lick my lips. “Do you need to with me?”
Those pale blue eyes of his blaze with something that has me squirming on his lap.
“You’re ours,” he finally says after a moment, sending a delicious shudder rolling through me.
“Then take me, Logan.”
That almost-there smile hovers around his lips for a moment, then the hand he’s got on the back of my head fists in my hair and he uses it to guide me where he wants me.
The knife against my throat never wavers as I flex my thighs, lifting myself above his leaking shaft and then slowly sinking down onto him. A sound that could easily be mistaken for pain punches out of him as he enters me, and for just a moment, that knife wavers.
“Logan,” I whisper. “Please…”
He fists my hair hard enough to make my eyes water, and it feels so fucking good. So real, grounding me firmly in the present moment.
“Ours,” he repeats, using his grip on my hair to urge me into motion.
He stares into my eyes as we start to fuck, neither of his hands ever wavering, and it’s so intense I almost feel like I’m having an out of body experience. My body is equal parts soft and loose from being used so well by Maddoc and Dante, and buzzing with an electric tension that tells me this next orgasm is going to wreck me. Logan makes me do all the work, but there’s no doubt at all that he’s in total control.
Until I finally see that control of his start to crack.
“Riley,” he grits out, his skin flushed red and a tremor going through his rock-hard thighs. He immediately presses his lips together with a little groan, as if he didn’t mean for my name to slip out like that, and for the first time since he entered me, his gaze wavers. Drops. Skims my mouth before drifting lower with a hungry look of possession that almost has me coming then and there.
I know what he’s looking at, and I don’t want him to hold back.
“Take what you want, Logan,” I gasp, my core starting to clench tight as I ride him faster. I tip my chin back, arching my chest toward him with one hand braced on his shoulder. I trace the scar he gave me between my breasts. “I’m yours. Mark me again. Show me.”
Logan’s eyes snap back up to mine and behind me, I hear his brothers groan with appreciation. Then Logan does it, carefully dragging the knife from my throat down to my chest, and once it’s precisely lined up with my scar, tilting it just enough to break the skin.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, the pain blooming into a raw, sinful kind of pleasure as he carefully places a second line exactly parallel to the first. Bright red blood beads up from it, then runs down my center, and I come so hard and so suddenly that it steals my voice.
“Riley.”
My name sounds like it was ripped from Logan’s throat, and the knife clatters to the floor as he grabs onto my hips and slams his cock up into me, fucking me through my silent scream.
“Fuck, wildcat,” he groans hoarsely, sounding completely wrecked. “I can’t… I can’t…”
His shaft pulses inside me, the hot gush of his cum flooding into my overfull pussy and running back out to make a mess on his thighs.
He crushes me to him as he fills me, then lets me cling to him in the aftermath until I can breathe again. Until I realize that he’s clinging to me just as hard.
Not just clinging, but kissing me, pressing his lips against my forehead, my temple, my jaw… a slow, deliberate progression until he finally takes my mouth again in a kiss that’s more intimate than anything we’ve shared before.
It leaves me boneless and replete, changed down to my essence… by all three of them.
I don’t want to move and none of the men make me. Not for a long time. When I finally muster the energy to open my eyes, looking over at Dante through my drooping eyelashes, I get a heated, tender smile in return.
“Fucking sexy as all hell, princess. That’s our good girl.”
Ourgood girl.
I smile. Like Logan said, I’m theirs now.
And even though I can’t stay, a part of me will always belong to the Reapers.