12. Riley
Maddoc’s handstighten under my ass, and Dante’s hot mouth on my skin sends delicious jolts of pleasure down to my core as he crowds up behind me.
“You fit us so damn well,” Maddoc whispers as his cock swells, throbbing as it’s trapped between us.
He holds my gaze like he’s searching for something, and my breath hitches in my throat.
He said us.
Hearing him come right out and say that as he’s sharing me with his brother means everything to me, almost as much as the feelings he finally confessed to me in the bath, because it means this is real. I can have everything I’ve dreamed of with these men.
I already do have it.
Dante brushes my hair to the side, baring the side of my throat, and sucks a fresh bruise into my skin.
It feels so good that I moan, but at the same time, I almost want to laugh. Austin, that sadistic motherfucker, thinks he won something, that he took something that mattered from me when he stole my inheritance. This moment right here proves him wrong.
Then Dante uses his teeth while Maddoc swoops in with a groan and seals his mouth over mine again, and laughing—just like any and all thoughts of the West Point gang’s piece of shit leader—becomes the last thing on my mind.
Yes, I still want Maddoc and Dante stripped down, naked, and buried inside me, but something about being so vulnerable between them—my bare, wet skin pinned between their hard, hot, fully clothed bodies—makes me feel both aroused and safe in a way I can’t remember ever feeling before.
“Take me apart,” I beg with a gasp when Maddoc finally releases my mouth, my head falling back onto Dante’s shoulder
“That’s the plan, butterfly,” Maddoc promises, the hard ridge of his cock jerking against me through his jeans.
I squeeze my legs around his waist and grind against it with a moan. Dante takes full advantage of the access I gave him when I tipped my head back, ravaging my throat with his teeth, lips, and tongue as he grinds against me from behind.
“That’s it, brother,” Maddoc says in a low growl, his eyes heating as he pulls back to watch Dante work. “Mark her up. Show the whole fucking world who she belongs to.”
But then his eyes zero in on one of the stinging scrapes Logan treated on my cheek, and the heat in his eyes is replaced by a quick flash of rage.
Now he’s thinking of Austin McKenna.
He’s thinking of what that shithead did to me.
But Austin has no place between us—not now, and not fucking ever—so I bring my hand up and cradle Maddoc’s jaw, rough with end-of-day stubble, and force him to look at me, not at the evidence of what Austin did to me.
“It’s over. Make me forget.” I throw his own words back at him. “Show me who I belong to.”
I reach back and grab Dante’s hip, including both of them in that plea, and Maddoc sucks in a sharp breath, then nods. But instead of taking my mouth again, he switches his support under my ass to a single hand and brings the other one up to skim over the damage McKenna left on my face, so fucking gently it makes my heart skip a beat. “We will. You’re gonna feel us for days. But we don’t have to do this right now if you’re not up to it yet. You’re not fucking going anywhere again. We’ve got time.”
A hot thrill goes through me at that promise, but it’s the way Dante goes utterly still behind me, both men waiting on my answer and proving their true feelings for me with actions that are a million times more meaningful than anything they’ll ever say out loud, that really gets to me.
It takes me from simply turned on to completely desperate for it, ramping up my need for them in the space between one breath and the next. “It does have to be now. I need it. I need you both.” I tighten my legs around Maddoc, rubbing myself against his erection. “I need this.”
Dante responds immediately. “Fuck,” he grunts, his hands roaming up my sides, rough fingers skimming the sides of my breasts. “Then we’re gonna give it to you, princess. Gonna take such good care of you.”
“Promise?” I gasp, holding Maddoc’s eyes as they bore into me for another beat, like he’s trying to dig the truth out of my soul. Then he smiles, hot and dirty, and grabs my hair, gathering it up and twisting it around his fist like an anchor.
“You heard him,” he says, yanking me even closer.
Then he kisses me.
Devoursme as he lets my feet slide to the ground.
Dante takes a half step back to make room for me, without taking his hands off my body, and the way the three of us move in perfect sync has my blood singing in my veins.
Dante reaches around to roll my nipples between his fingers as he whispers dirty promises into my ear, and when Maddoc’s demanding mouth moves down my throat, his hands keeping a bruising grip on my hips, my desperation turns into an urgent need that I’ll do anything to get them to hurry the fuck up and fulfill.
“Off,” I demand, shoving Maddoc’s shirt up. “Get naked.”
Maddoc knocks my hands away and whips the shirt over his head, tossing it aside, before he’s on me again, dominant and hungry.
“Dante,” I gasp, my hands roaming over hard muscle as I reach back for him, then shove him.
He chuckles, a low, dirty sound full of promise, and steps back to strip his shirt off too. “I’m on it, princess,” he promises before wrapping himself around me from behind again, skin-to-skin.
His arms come around me, the hard planes of his chest a searing heat against my back, and I clutch Maddoc’s shoulders as Maddoc thrusts his cock against my stomach with a groan, wrapping one hand around my throat as he stares down at me. “Is this what you want?”
“You know what I want.” I tilt my chin up. “Tell me what I am.”
“Ours,” he growls back instantly.
“Fuck yeah, she is,” Dante grunts, the raw possessiveness in his voice making hot, liquid want pool inside me.
I squeeze my thighs together as my pussy throbs in time with my heartbeat, and for a moment, the two men stare at each other over my head, a fierce look on Maddoc’s face that I swear to god I can feel mirrored in every hard line of Dante’s body.
“I need you,” I gasp, making Maddoc’s eyes snap down to meet mine again.
I let my fingers flutter over the bold, black lines of the tattoo covering his chest while the heated press of Dante’s skin sears into me from behind.
“You’ve got us, princess,” he whispers in my ear. Then he reaches around and cradles my chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning my head to the side and meeting me there with his hot mouth.
I moan into the kiss, clinging to him as they both manhandle me toward the bed. It bumps my shins and Maddoc pulls my face back around and takes my mouth himself, his hands hot and demanding on my body as he maps it out like he’s staking a claim.
When he takes his mouth away, Dante is there again, cradling the back of my head and kissing me hungrily again as Maddoc’s fingers slip into my pussy. “This is Reaper territory.”
I shudder with need as my body clenches around him, and Dante swallows the sound with a groan, his thick cock rocking against the top of my ass. “You always taste so fucking good,” he mutters, his tongue twining with mine. “I can’t get enough.”
“She’s addictive,” Maddoc rasps, his teeth scraping down my throat as he puts his own marks on me. He sucks one into the pulse point at the base of my neck, then another into my collarbone before finally closing his lips around one of my pebbled nipples and sucking hard enough to make me scream.
“Love that fucking sound,” Dante says with a groan, grabbing my hips hard enough to bruise as he grinds his hard length against my ass.
Maddoc’s fingers are working inside me, thrusting and sliding and driving me fucking crazy, and I grab his head as he sucks hard on my tits, turning my head again so I can pant into Dante’s hot mouth.
“Fuck, just, god,” I gasp, helplessly grinding against Maddoc’s hand as they keep me trapped between them. “Get inside me. Fuck me. Use me. Please.”
They’ve got their hands and mouths everywhere, and every inch of me throbs with the pleasure of being utterly possessed. They’ve got my skin tingling with a sizzling heat, and my core wound tight with a maddening pleasure that feels like it’s going to break me.
I want it to.
I want them to.
My arousal scents the air around us with the desperation of my need. Every bruise on my skin is a visceral reminder of what I shared with Logan earlier, of the way he cared for me and hurt me and shared the darkness that connects us together, and each time Maddoc and Dante brush against one of my wounds, each time they awaken those aches with their rough, possessive touch, it feels like Logan’s hands are still on me too.
“I need to come,” I finally choke out, writhing between them.
Maddoc straightens up and stares down at me, his fingers still buried in my pussy and his eyes burning like gray fire. “You will. We’re gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk. Gonna pass you back and forth between us until you forget what it’s like not to be full of Reaper cock. Gonna take you raw and mark you from the inside out, mark every inch of you to make sure you know where you belong. Is that what you want, butterfly? Is that what you’re begging us for?”
“God, yes.” My thighs clench as a rush of hot, wet heat floods my core, soaking Maddoc’s fingers. “That’s exactly what I need.”
And when I catch sight of the three of us in the full length mirror near the bed, there’s no doubt at all that this is where I belong. The contrast between the bright, vibrant colors decorating Dante’s muscles and the bold, stark black lines all over Maddoc looks both dangerous and beautiful, especially with my smooth, pale skin trapped between them. But the sight isn’t just hot as hell, it’s also right.
The only way it could be more right is if Logan were here too.
Next time, though. Right now, no matter how much I fucking love the way Maddoc and Dante work me up and get off on dominating me, I’m done waiting.
And they’ve both still got too many clothes on.
“Take your dicks out,” I demand, grinding back against Dante’s while I reach for Maddoc’s. “Get your pants fucking off already. Both of you.”
A low rumble sounds in Maddoc’s chest, something hot flaring in his gray eyes, and Dante’s low chuckle behind me is laced with the same delicious heat.
They’re both hard, dominant men, but I can tell it turns them on when I push them and challenge them… almost as much as it turns me on when they push back.
Dante steps away from me to do what I asked, but Maddoc doesn’t move. He holds my gaze like he’s trying to remind me who’s really in control here, and my pussy clenches around his fingers as my body instinctively responds to the hard, primal strength that’s attracted me from the start.
His lips quirk up. He’s the leader of this gang for a reason, and his refusal to back down gets my blood humming even more.
I lift my chin in a challenge, daring him to remind me a little more forcefully.
A soft rustle comes from behind me as Dante toes off his shoes and kicks them aside, ditching his pants and putting on a hot-as-fuck show that I catch in my peripheral vision through the mirror. I don’t tear my eyes away from Maddoc’s, though. I can’t. He still hasn’t moved. He’s still got his fingers buried inside me, and I’ve got his thick, throbbing shaft—still trapped by his jeans—pulsing against my palm.
I squeeze it, and he retaliates by grinding the heel of his hand into my clit.
I bite back a moan, pretending we can’t both hear the hitch in my breath.
“Take your pants off,” I repeat, the words coming out more like a breathless plea instead of a defiant demand this time. Still, I refuse to blink first. It’s too fucking hot to go toe to toe with him like this.
But instead of fighting me or forcing me, Maddoc suddenly grins, and it breaks me.
It reminds me that he fucking loves me.
I surge forward, and he slips his fingers out and catches me, wrapping one arm around my waist and hauling me up against him.
“Anything for you, butterfly,” he murmurs against my lips, somehow managing to get out of his pants one handed while he kisses me.
Then both men surround me again, nothing between any of us but skin, ink, sweat, and desire. I’m pinned in place, their hot, pulsing cocks digging into me, thrusting against me, the air around us filling with heated, panting breaths and filthy, whispered promises while they start to take me apart exactly like they promised.
I’m so aroused it almost feels like I’m floating, and as they pass me between them, owning me completely, I’m transfixed by our reflections in the mirror.
We look even better like this.
We look fucking perfect.
Then Maddoc reaches for my hand and brings it down to his crotch. “Is this what you were so eager to get your hands on, butterfly?”
I stroke him slowly, letting the thick length slide through my palm.
Loving the way it jerks and throbs at my touch.
“That’s right,” I say, boldly meeting his eyes. “Because it’s mine.”
“Fuck yeah, it is,” he answers with a low growl, thrusting forward. “Now show me what you want to do with it. Get me and my brother ready to fuck you. Make us good and hard to make sure you can feel it after we’re through with you.”
Both their cocks already feel like steel, but the promise of how hard he plans on using me has my thighs clenching together and my breath speeding up.
I reach for Dante’s cock too, and he groans, grinding his hard length against my hip. “Ain’t never gonna be through with her, Madd. You know that.”
The growl Maddoc answers him with sends yet another flood of arousal through me.
“Damn fucking right I do,” he agrees, thrusting into my fist as I start working both of them. “Never gonna be through, but she’s still going to remember this. We need to make sure she feels it.”
My men share a look, and it makes me want to spread my legs and beg them to take me right now.
He’s not just talking about how hard they’re going to fuck me. He’s talking about the fact that they’ll make sure I can feel their touch, not the echo of having Austin McKenna’s hands on me.
Their ownership.
Their claim.
Their… love, even if Maddoc and I are the only two who have actually said the words so far.
“Go on, princess,” Dante says when I rub my thumb over the wet slit in his cockhead and get a low groan of pleasure from him for my efforts. “Stroke us. Work us up. Just like that. Listen to Madd. You’re gonna get fucked so good tonight. You wet enough to take what we give you?”
He knows I am, but I spread my legs a little wider so he can plunge his fingers into my pussy to prove it to himself. When he does, I moan, tipping my head back and begging for his mouth again too.
He gives it to me, then Maddoc’s hand is on my pussy again too. Rubbing my clit. Pushing his brother’s fingers deeper inside me. Adding his own.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands tightening on both their cocks. “Yes, please, right there, god. Keep going, I… I… ”
I’m trembling.
I’m on the verge of begging.
I’m barely stroking them anymore, just letting them both fuck my hands while they fingerfuck my pussy.
They’re owning me, and I would’ve already crumpled to the floor in a whining, whimpering pile of need if they weren’t still holding me up between their hard, straining bodies.
The invigorating rush of power I felt as I pushed Maddoc earlier and got pushed right back melts away into something that’s both hotter and sweeter. I fucking love the feel of their cocks in my hands. The ragged sound of their breath and the filthy curses they drop as we all work each other up. But I’ve been strong for too fucking long, and like Maddoc said, I’m where I belong now.
I’m not alone anymore. I’m theirs, and I want them to take me.
I don’t want to be defiant; I want to be dominated.
“Fuck, princess, you’re so fucking sexy like this,” Dante mutters, pumping himself into my hand as he holds me against him. “I need my cock inside you.”
“Not before I taste her,” Maddoc growls, sliding his fingers out of my pussy and shoving them into my mouth.
The flavor of my own sex overwhelms me. My eyes go wide and my core clenches tight, and the filthy smile Maddoc gives me when I clean my own arousal off his fingers, sucking them like a cock and stroking them with my tongue, is fucking everything.
“You can put your cock right here,” he says to Dante, slowly slipping his fingers out. Then, to me, “Get on the bed.”
He tosses me onto the mattress without waiting, then manhandles me into position with my head hanging over the edge and my body splayed out like a buffet on the mattress. I’ve been naked and on display for more men than I can count, but right here, right now, the way they both look at me makes me feel wanton and powerful and sexy as hell.
“Look at you,” Dante says, fisting his cock as he lets his eyes roam over me. “Gonna remember this view right here forever, princess.”
I turn my head toward the mirror, and he’s right. The sight of the three of us sears into my memory forever. Especially when Maddoc crawls onto the bed like a fucking predator, spreading my legs apart to make room for himself, and settles between them with a look on his face like he’s about to feast.
I grip the bedspread, my fingers digging into it, and then he does. He uses his thumbs to part my slick folds, meets my eyes in the mirror for a moment, and then fucking devours me.
“Shit, god, yes, please,” I pant, my thighs shaking around his wide shoulders as he eats me out like he’s been starving for it.
“Yeah,” Dante mutters, licking his lips and stalking closer. “Fuck yeah.” He keeps one hand on his cock and wraps his other around my throat, stroking it and anchoring me in place as Maddoc’s sinful mouth makes me crazy. “Look at the way you move. Watching you come apart is fucking art, princess.”
Filthy, obscene sounds tumble out of me as the rough rasp of Maddoc’s jaw scrapes against my inner thighs, his insistent mouth pulling my orgasm closer and closer to the surface with every lick, suck, and bite.
“So fucking wet,” he mutters against me, the vibration of his low voice sending a fresh shudder of need through me as he twists his head from side to side, inhaling my scent. “You’re delicious.”
“Damn right, she is,” Dante agrees, his eyes roaming over me like a heated caress. He starts stroking himself again, his cockhead turning an angry red in his fist with every upstroke. “And like you said, Madd, she’s fucking addictive.”
I feel the same about him. I can’t look away from his cock, and when Dante grins down at me, no doubt reading me just as easily as he always does, my mouth starts literally watering for a taste of him.
He rubs his cockhead against my cheek like a fucking tease, painting me with his precum, but before I can chase his cock with my mouth, he uses it to nudge my face to the side, forcing my eyes toward the mirror again.
“Look, princess.”
I obey him, and my breath catches in my throat as the desire already burning inside me turns into a white hot flame.
Dante is fucking gorgeous. He stands right over me, all muscle and ink and masculine beauty, his muscular ass flexing in the mirror as he slowly rubs off against my face. Maddoc looks like an alpha beast with his head buried between my legs and his naked body—covered in bold lines and brutal scars—a testament to the power he’s carved out for himself in this city. And then there’s me, spread between them like some kind of sacrificial offering on an altar, here for the two of them to use. Here for the two of them to worship.
Then Maddoc’s lips close around my clit, sucking hard as he pounds his fingers into my pussy, and my eyes squeeze closed as a scream tears out of my throat, pleasure ripping through me so hard that I shatter.
I clamp my legs around Maddoc’s shoulders as I come, my back arching so hard I almost fly off the bed. He makes an utterly filthy sound and laps it up, his wicked tongue working overtime as he pushes me even higher, making the aftershocks come hard and fast until it’s almost too much. Until it feels like I’ll never stop coming.
But then Dante fists my hair hard and my eyes snap open from the delicious burst of pain, my body still writhing as I pant through the waves of pleasure and stare up at him.
He stares down at me with the same burning intensity, and I strain upward, chasing his cock. The angle is wrong and my body is still pulsating with pleasure, but I don’t care. I want it.
Dante’s grip on my hair is too tight for me to reach it though, and with Maddoc still holding me down, holding me in place as he laps at my pussy like a man obsessed, I can’t do anything but writhe, pant, and beg.
“Dante.”
He shares a weighted look with Maddoc, and then, without a word passing between them, they’re manhandling me again. Maddoc pulls back, his arms sliding under my thighs to lift me and push me forward, and Dante guiding my head, adjusting it to hang more fully off the bed.
I open my mouth, saliva pooling from how badly I want his cock, and he finally gives it to me, rubbing it over my lips a few times before finally sliding it in.
“Fucking heaven,” he mutters, staring down at me as he teases us both with a few short, shallow thrusts. “Every part of you was made for this, princess. Made for us.”
My eyelids flutter closed, my world narrowing to the taste of him, the feel of being filled like this, the heat starting to pool between my legs again as Maddoc dips a finger inside me, muttering dirty praise before pulling it back again and pushing my legs apart so I’m fully exposed to him.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
Dante slides his cock out, staring down at me with hooded eyes as he slowly strokes it in front of my mouth. “Madd asked you a question, princess.”
I meet Maddoc’s eyes in the mirror. “You.”
He pushes his fingers back inside me, and my hips give an aborted thrust upward. I’m desperate to be fucked, my pulse racing as I look up into Dante’s vibrant green eyes.
“And you,” I tell the beautiful, tattooed man.
Maddoc scissors his fingers inside me, grinding the heel of his other hand against my clit, and I gasp as my arousal spikes into white-hot need.
“And Logan too,” I blurt. “All three of you. It’s yours. All of yours. I’m… I need—ahhhh.”
Maddoc dives back in, his mouth devouring me again, and Dante grabs my chin and pushes his cock down my throat.
“That’s right, princess. That pussy is ours. This mouth is ours. We’re the ones you’re gonna scream for. We’re the ones who are gonna make you come, as many times as we fucking want.”
My jaw strains to take his girth as the taste of him overwhelms me, and it’s fucking perfect. I’m his to use right now, just like I’m Maddoc’s to pleasure, and with Dante’s balls pressed against my nose and his fingers lovingly stroking my lips as they stretch wide and tight around the base of his shaft, I can’t breathe.
I don’t want to.
It narrows my world and cuts everything out but this.
My pussy clenches with pleasure as Maddoc grips my thighs and holds them apart, eating me out like a starving man, and my eyes water, my vision blurring as I watch Dante’s muscular ass flex and clench in the mirror as he grinds against my face, then pulls back to let me breathe for a moment before starting to fuck my mouth with long, languid strokes.
Then, when I whine, faster ones.
Rougher ones.
Until he’s finally slamming down my throat and sending me flying. Awakening the darkness inside me that craves this.
The pain. The overwhelm. The bliss.
It goes on and on, my vision narrowing, then darkening at the edges as my body sings with a whole new level of pleasure from the way they ruthlessly dominate me. My throat feels raw and my clit is swollen and oversensitive from my first orgasm, but Maddoc forces my body to take whatever he gives it anyway, turning the delicious torture into another rising wave of dark pleasure.
Then Dante finally buries himself in my throat with a hoarse shout, holding himself there as his cock pulses on my tongue.
He’s too deep for me to taste it, but knowing what he’s giving me makes every single nerve ending in my body fire at once. I try to scream, but I’m choking on too much cock, and when Maddoc shoves his fingers into my pussy, nailing my g-spot while he sucks hard on my clit, the combination pushes me over the edge and a second orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami.
“Shit, princess,” Dante grits out, his straining muscles standing out in stark relief under the bright, intricate artwork that covers his body as he grinds against my face like seeing my pleasure heightens his own.
Maddoc releases a low, primal growl and pulls me off Dante’s cock, flipping me over and pushing me up to my hands and knees.
“Fuck, Madd,” Dante says, grabbing his still hard cock, slick and wet from my saliva.
A trickle of cum hangs from the slit, and I fucking want it, my throat spasming from the sudden loss.
“I need to be inside her,” Maddoc snaps, grabbing my hips hard enough to bruise.
My arms shake as the aftershocks keep hitting me, the intensity of that second orgasm doing its best to liquify my bones, and when Maddoc drives into me from behind, going balls deep in one thrust, they give out, and I collapse down onto my elbows.
Dante grips my chin, tilting my head up, and feeds me his cock again. “I’m not done with you.” He threads his fingers through my hair as he holds my head in place, angling us so that I can see all of us in the mirror again. “Watch my brother fuck you. Look how well you take us, princess. See what you fucking do to me, even though you just made me come.”
I do, and it’s hot as hell. He hisses a little as I hold his cock in my mouth, no doubt too fucking sensitive to enjoy it… except that Dante has the same darkness inside him, and he’s pushing it down my throat anyway. Getting hard as steel all over again. Holding me in place and fucking my mouth as Maddoc fucks into me like a machine, pounding into me from behind with a punishing rhythm that has my body greedily craving even more.
“So fucking good,” Maddoc grits out, tilting my hips up to adjust the angle. “So soft and tight. Nothing else feels like fucking you, butterfly. You take my cock like a motherfucking dream. You’re full of my brother’s cum right now, but I’m gonna give you some of my own. Gonna mark you up.”
He slaps my ass, and I see the two of them exchange a look in the mirror.
Something passes between them. It’s not jealousy. They’re both possessive as hell, but it’s nothing like that at all. It’s like they’re feeding off each other’s energy. Deepening their own bond as they work together to make me truly theirs.
They’re perfectly in sync, tied together by the raw, rough, pounding sex and the emotions that simmer between all three of us. I lose track of time. I lose track of everything. And then, with no warning at all, I’m coming again, filled up at both ends and practically floating out of my body as it rolls over me in an unstoppable wave that has me seeing stars and shaking so hard that the only thing holding me up is my men.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Dante shouts, pulling out of my mouth as he starts to come this time and stroking himself hard and fast, stripping his cock raw as he stripes my face with his cum.
Maddoc curses, low and dirty, slamming into me one final time. I can feel his warmth spreading inside me, fulfilling that promise he made to make sure I had his cum inside me too, and it’s so fucking hot that it sets me off again.
“You see what you fucking do to us, butterfly?” Maddoc grits out, slowly fucking me through the second wave of aftershocks. “You’re goddamn incredible.”
What I am is worn out, sated, and feeling better than I have any right to be now that they’ve fucked all my worries about the future and all the ugly memories of the recent past out of me.
For now, at least. I collapse onto the bed, firmly blocking thoughts of anything but now from creeping back into my head. There will be plenty of time for that later, and no way to escape dealing with what’s coming when it does, but no way in hell am I going to let it steal this from me.
These big, rough, dangerous men just used me as hard as they promised they would… and now they’re showing me the more tender side of just how much they cherish me. They clean me up with a warm cloth and tuck me into the blankets, just as in sync as when they were both balls deep inside me. And when I grab their wrists and tug them down too, they prove all over again what they showed me today.
They’ll always be here when I need them.
These men really will do anything for me.
“Stay,” I murmur sleepily as they get in bed beside me, sandwiching me between them.
I nestle my ass against Dante’s crotch as Maddoc pulls me close and cradles my face, staring into my eyes like he’s willing them to stay open long enough to hear him. “Fucking always.”
And the sound of Dante echoing that rumbling promise is the music I fall asleep to.