29. Riley
I gaspinto Dante’s mouth, wrapping my legs around him when he lifts me up and presses me back against the pole.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, swallowing my moan and squeezing my ass as he grinds against me. “So damn sexy like this. I want to fuck you right here, with my brothers. I want all three of us to fill you up, princess.”
My stomach flips. “Yes,” I breathe out.
Dante groans, slipping his fingers under the thin strip of my thong. “You want that, beautiful?”
“Yes.”
They’ve all fucked me before. Each one of them has filled me up—with his cock and with his cum—and I’ve fucking loved it. But this time, I know Dante doesn’t mean one at a time. He wants to truly share me with his brothers. He wants me to take all of them at once, and the idea turns me on so much that the orgasm I just had feels like nothing but foreplay.
“Say it, princess.”
“I want that.” I grind against him, kissing him harder. “I want all of you. I want to feel nothing but you. I want everything else to disappear.”
Dante pulls back and gives me a wicked look. “I think we can make that happen.” He shifts his weight, getting my legs to slide down until my feet touch the ground. Then he turns me around to face the pole. “Grab it.”
I do, arching my back to press my ass into his groin. I rub it against the thick ridge of his cock, moving like a slow twerk and getting a low, sexy-as-fuck groan for my efforts.
The groan is followed by a hard smack that has me gasping as the sharp sting fades into a sweet, delicious heat across my bare ass.
“Fucking hot,” Dante mutters. “Keep a hold of that thing and bend over for me, princess. That’s it. Go all the way down.”
It’s a move I’ve done a thousand times on stage, and I know how good it looks. This time, it feels good too. Wanton and sexy and filthy as fuck.
My hair sweeps down to the floor, hanging around me like a purple-and-blue curtain, as Dante rubs the spot he just spanked. “That’s it. Perfect.” He gropes me a little, then slips my thong down. “Lift your feet.”
I do it, letting him pull it all the way off and toss it away. But then, instead of feeling his hands or his cock on me, I hear the faint chink of metal followed by a soft, unmistakable whoosh.
“Fuck,” I gasp, goosebumps erupting all over my body.
His belt is coming off.
“Gonna help everything else disappear for you,” he promises, his hand sliding between my legs from behind. “Remember that night Maddoc belted you? We could all see how wet you got.” He drags his fingers through my slick folds. “Do you want that again? Before we all claim you?”
I nod, too turned on for words right now. Because I do want it. I want the pain. I want the release and the promise Dante just made me—that it will take me out of my head and make everything disappear. But as much as I love Dante for knowing that, it’s not him that I want to belt me.
“I want Logan to do it. He knows how to give me what I need.”
Just enough pain. Even better, he’ll get off on it too.
Logan lets out a low noise. The fact that he’s turned on enough to let it slip out tells me more than anything else just how much he wants this too.
Dante chuckles and takes a step back. “Gonna be hot, princess. Gonna get you panting for us.”
I close my eyes, the blood that’s rushing down to my head starting to make me feel a little lightheaded.
Somehow, that makes it even better. I feel safe enough to let go completely around these men, especially here, secure in this protected space. I don’t want to think.
And I love that they’re not going to let me.
I hear the men muttering to each other for a moment, then firm hands smooth over my ass, kneading my curves with a deliberate, almost clinical precision that’s becoming as familiar to me as breathing.
Logan. I spread my legs for him.
His fingers trace lines across my ass and thighs, each touch making me shiver. “You’ll have welts.”
My core throbs, my pussy clenching as the image excites me.
I hated Maddoc for belting me when it happened… in part because of what it did to me. But this time there’s no mistaking it. This time, it’s not a punishment. It’s pure sex.
Logan isn’t warning me. He’s not even asking me. He’s just stating a fact… but I know him well enough now to hear the yearning desire simmering under his flat delivery, and it ignites my own.
“Mark me up again,” I beg, pressing back into his touch. “Do it, Logan.”
“I would do anything for you,” he says, so low I almost miss it.
But I don’t… and it feels a hell of a lot like he just said I love you.
Before I can do anything with that, he rests one hand on my lower back and nudges my legs apart, forcing me to spread them wider. “Stay still. Brace yourself.”
It’s all the warning I get before he cracks Dante’s belt across my ass.
The shock of the impact shoots through my whole body and takes my breath away so I can’t even gasp. Then the bright, hot sting sinks into me, and I moan.
Logan drags his finger along the first of the raised welts he promised me, his touch like a fiery brand. “That’s one, wildcat. If you want more, you’ll have to be the one to count them off. Do you want two?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my body clenching with anticipation.
Logan doesn’t make me wait.
“Two,” I gasp with the second strike. Then, “Three.”
I’m panting, and Dante was right about what this would do to me. I was already flushed and wet from the private pole dancing show I gave my men, but with every crack of the belt, my pussy gets even wetter.
A hand strokes my back, following the curve of my spine.
Not Logan’s.
“You take this shit so fucking well, butterfly,” Maddoc murmurs. “Nothing looks better on you than the signs that you belong to us.”
“Nothing feels better than being reminded of it,” I breathe out just as Logan snaps the belt against the backs of my thighs.
Pain blooms under the strike, eclipsing almost everything. I clutch the pole for balance, letting it roll through me and push my arousal even higher. Then firm hands slide between my legs, stroking my clit with a touch that makes me shudder so hard I almost come.
“More?” Logan asks, bringing me back to myself a little.
“Please,” I whisper, forcing my eyes open even though I’m not sure when they drifted closed.
Maddoc’s shoes are to my left. Dante’s to my right. I have no idea which one of them is rubbing my clit, and when Logan whispers filthy words of praise from behind me and belts me again, I don’t care, either.
“Five,” I mouth, the fresh stripe stealing my breath. “Six,” I pant when he gives me that one. Then, “Seven. Oh god. Oh fuck, Logan.”
“You’re beautiful,” he says, slowly dragging the leather over my new welts.
I start to shake, the pain not even feeling like pain anymore. It’s just licks of fire, each one burning a new mark of ownership into my soul.
“Enough?” Logan asks.
I shake my head, but that’s not enough. “Please.” My voice sounds hoarse, my mouth too dry. “Another.”
“Fucking incredible,” Dante murmurs next to me as a rough thumb brushes over my clit.
One of them pushes thick, callused fingers into my pussy at the same time, making my body clench hard as pleasure rocks through me, and this time, when Logan gives me what I asked for and belts me again, I forget the count, filthy sounds escaping me instead.
“That was eight,” Logan says, smoothing his hand over my ass. “The pattern isn’t complete. You need two more.”
I nod, and he gives them to me.
“Nine… ten.”
I’m right on the edge by the time the last blow falls, shaking and breathless and so desperate to come that I almost feel disconnected from my body. I hear the belt drop to the ground behind me, but I can’t get my fingers to unclench from the pole.
Dante does it for me, and then Logan pulls me upright, turning me to face him and staring into my eyes like he’s searching for the secrets to the universe.
“Logan,” I pant. My head feels floaty and my body is on fire.
He smiles, brushing my hair back from my face in the most tender gesture I’ve ever known from him. “You did so well,” he says softly. “I…”
He pauses, then pulls me against him and takes my mouth, kissing me with all the emotion he normally keeps under lock and key.
I gasp, clinging to him, and let him have me. Let him push me back against the pole and devour me.
“Is she ready for us?” Maddoc asks, his voice like gravel.
Logan slips a hand between my legs without coming up for air, sinking three long fingers into my pussy and grinding the heel of his hand against my clit… then swallowing my scream when I come so hard that my vision whites out.
He holds me through it, his cock an iron bar trapped behind his pants that pulses against me as he locks his arms around my body to keep me upright. “She’s ready,” he tells Maddoc, slowly sliding his fingers out of my pussy as I pant against his neck. “She’s wet enough to take us all.”
I’m not just wet. I feel almost boneless, and it’s fine, because my body is completely theirs.
They pass me between them, groping and kissing me, murmuring filthy promises in my ears as each of them strip down to their skin and take turns bringing me back to the edge of desperation.
I’m in Maddoc’s arms when Dante spreads himself out on the floor. He lies on his back, feet flat and knees bent and spread wide, slowly stroking himself as he watches me with hooded eyes. He looks like a god made of muscle and ink, and just like he always does, he reads me like a book.
“Give her here, Madd,” he says with a sexy smirk. “I need to feel that sweet pussy of hers on my cock.”
Maddoc lowers me down to straddle his brother with a dark chuckle, and as I sink down onto Dante’s shaft, Dante grips my hips, guiding me where he wants me.
“You know this is my favorite fucking view in the world, right, princess?” he says, giving me a smile hot enough to scorch me once I’m fully seated.
“Same,” I gasp, because I can honestly say that about each of them.
I run my hands over the vibrant swirls of color that bring so much depth and beauty to the hard planes of muscle in Dante’s chest, rocking my hips against his just to feel that thick cock of his rub against my g-spot, and his eyes turn dark with lust.
“Yeah? That’s what I like to hear,” he says, low and husky. “Now quit teasing and ride me hard, princess. Dance on this fucking pole for me. I know what those hips can really do.”
I laugh, but the sound turns into a hot, filthy moan when his grip tightens enough to bruise and he slams up into me, spearing my core.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Yes.”
Dante grins, then slaps my ass, making me suck in a sharp breath when it wakes up the fire from Logan’s welts. “That was me doing all the work just now. I thought I told you to ride me. Give my brothers something to keep them interested.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” Logan murmurs, looking down at me with so much heat in his eyes that my body reacts without my permission, clenching hard enough around Dante’s cock to make us both groan.
“Princess,” he grits out, all the teasing in his voice from earlier replaced by pure sex. “Work that gorgeous body of yours.”
It’s like he flips a switch inside me. I’ve already come for them today, but it will never be enough. I ride him hard, just like he told me to, losing myself in it just as much as I ever do dancing.
“I fucking love this,” Dante mutters, letting his hands roam all over me. “You belong on my cock.”
“And mine,” Maddoc says from behind me, the primal need in his voice sending a shiver through me when he grabs my hips too, then starts to knead my ass.
“I want both of them,” I gasp, catching Logan’s eyes as Maddoc starts kissing the back of my neck. “All of them.”
Logan’s pale gaze burns into me as Dante and Maddoc start to take me apart, the two of them stroking my stomach, my thighs… cupping my breasts and then pinching my nipples hard enough to put me right on the verge of coming again.
“I need to be inside you, butterfly,” Maddoc murmurs in my ear, pushing me forward until my breasts flatten against Dante’s chest.
Dante’s arms go around me, and I hear a little snick, turning my head to see Maddoc slicking his fingers with clear lube from a small bottle.
Then he drags those fingers down the center of my ass and presses them against my little hole.
“Fuck,” I gasp as something hot and wicked shoots through my body, making my inner muscles clench hard enough around Dante’s cock that he curses too.
“Do that again, princess. Milk me.”
Maddoc chuckles, low and dirty, and starts to finger me open from behind. “You’re tight as hell.”
“I’ve never… oh god. Fuck, Maddoc,” I pant, shivers wracking my body as he adds more lube, and then another finger, making the burning stretch start to feel like it’s going to overload me.
I want it to. I want to be overwhelmed.
They don’t disappoint.
Dante smooths some of my hair back from my face, the long strands darkened and damp from sweat.
“You’re ours, princess,” he murmurs, his gaze hooded as he holds me in place for his brother. “You’ve never let anyone have this ass before, but you’re gonna have to start.” His lips tip up in a sexy smirk. “All three of us are greedy as fuck when it comes to you, and we ain’t always gonna want to take turns. You ready to give it to us? You ready to give us everything?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Good,” Maddoc growls, easing his fingers out of me and replacing them with the fat tip of his cock. “Because nothing’s better than being inside you, butterfly. I fucking need this.”
The pressure is almost too much, an indescribable burn as he slowly pushes forward, forcing my body open in a way I’ve never experienced before. It hurts, but even though the pain is totally different from what I felt while being belted, it still fulfills the same promise my men made to me—it’s so intense that the rest of the world disappears. Nothing else exists except the way they’re filling me.
“Motherfucker,” Dante hisses as Maddoc breaches me, his fingers digging into my hips. “I can feel you right through her, Madd.”
“That’s just the fucking tip,” Maddoc grits out, starting to pump his hips in slow, shallow thrusts that push his cock deeper, inch by torturously slow inch. “Let me get inside. Don’t fucking move, Dante.”
Dante laughs, the sound as strained as his rock-hard muscles, bunched up into tight knots. “I can’t, brother. Jesus fuck. Never felt anything like it. You’re making our girl’s perfect pussy feel even tighter.”
Not just tighter. As Maddoc works his cock into me, it lights up nerve endings I didn’t even know I had. It also does something to my g-spot that has a long, low whine escaping me. It hurts and feels incredible and completely overwhelms me. And Dante’s right. I can feel both of them, and it’s almost perfect.
I look up, panting hard as waves of heat roll through my body, and lock eyes with Logan.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, stroking himself as he stares down at me. “You really are made for this, wildcat. I can see the pain on your face. You love being split open by my brothers.”
I do. It’s so much, and I never want it to stop even as I wonder if I can really take it.
“Every single way of fucking you makes me want to lose my goddamn mind,” Maddoc grits out, fisting my hair in one hand and slowly thrusting a little deeper into my ass. “But this is everything, butterfly. Taking you with my brothers. Taking your ass as my own. Taking… fuck.”
His words heighten my own arousal so much that my body clenches down around him, around both of them, and he curses hard as Dante grunts beneath me, his hips slamming up and driving his cock deeper into my pussy.
I whimper, the feel of both of them surrounding me, owning me like this, making me feel like I’m about to shatter. “Please, just, god,” I gasp, no idea what I’m begging them for.
“Fuck her, Madd,” Dante says, his voice hoarse with the strain of holding himself still. “Quit fucking around and take her hard. I need to move, or I need you to, but this is killing me.”
Maddoc growls an inarticulate response, then pulls back and palms my ass, waking up the burn from the belting again, and spreads me wide. “Love seeing you take my cock. Your hole is stretched to the limit, isn’t it?”
I shudder, panting as I nod. “Please.”
He runs a finger around the sensitive ring of skin he’s so enthralled by, and I only realize after a moment that he’s applying more lube.
Then he fucks me.
“Oh god,” I gasp, trembling almost uncontrollably as he works up a rhythm that lets Dante thrust into me every time he pulls back.
“That’s it, princess,” Dante rasps, his hands guiding my hips. “Fuck, yes, just like that.”
“I want you full of our cum. Marked as a Reaper. Dripping with it,” Maddoc grunts, the heat of his body behind me lighting me up inside. “I want you marked inside and out, in every hole.”
I gasp, the dirty words almost more than I can take. But I want that too, and I can’t have it without Logan.
I look up at him, too overwhelmed to speak.
I don’t need to. He stares at me like he can see right into my soul, and when my eyes beg him to come closer, he does, running his fingers through my hair in a tender, loving gesture that makes tears spring to my eyes… then tangling them in the long strands and wrapping them around his fist so he can tug my head up hard enough to make those tears pour down my cheeks from the sudden, stinging pain.
“Open,” he says, guiding his cock to my lips. “Tongue out.”
He rubs the head back and forth over my extended tongue, the scent and taste of him like a drug. Then he thrusts into my mouth, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat.
I gag, and he groans, pushing his cock in even deeper and crooning sweet, filthy words to me as my throat spasms around his shaft.
“Shit, Logan,” Dante grunts, his rhythm faltering for a moment. “Our princess looks hot as fuck with a mouth full of cock.”
“She does,” Logan says, pulling back until just the tip rests on my tongue again. He twists his hand tighter in my hair. “You don’t want to think, do you? You don’t want anything but our cocks.”
I can’t even nod, but I don’t have to. He already knows the answer. They all know me so well that there’s not a chance in hell I could ever doubt how they feel about me. Not even Logan, despite the way he’s withheld the actual words.
I don’t need them. Not right now. Not when he looks down at me like I’m everything to him as he starts slowly fucking my throat, his rhythm syncing up with his brothers’ as they take me just the way Maddoc promised. Filling every one of my holes. Owning me. Surrounding me. Overwhelming me in all the ways I didn’t know how to ask for; all the ways they instinctively knew I needed right now.
I dig my fingers into Dante’s chest, relaxing my throat and surrendering my body to them. All I know is their cocks, their hands, their filthy, tender words as they fuck me until nothing else exists. Until the pleasure coiling inside me, tighter and tighter, finally snaps in a blistering explosion that rocks through me so hard it feels like I really have shattered.
I scream as I come, the sound choked off by Logan’s cock, and it’s like a domino effect, each of my men cursing as their releases overtake them.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dante grits out, his cock pulsing inside me as he grinds up against me.
Maddoc is right behind him, and as they each fill me with their cum, Logan yanks my head back as he starts to come too, pulling away enough that instead of going down my throat, it spills out of my mouth, dripping down my chin.
He jacks himself through the last of it, spraying it across my face, then reaches down to rub it into my skin, dragging his fingers across my lips. “Suck.”
I do, and I can still taste him as he pulls me up and kisses me, Dante and Maddoc’s cocks sliding out of me as my body goes boneless in his arms.
“Fucking incredible,” Dante murmurs, rolling to his feet and taking me from Logan to kiss me too. Then he smiles, pushing my hair out of my face, and dips his fingers between my legs. “You’re a filthy mess.”
Maddoc comes up behind me, gripping my throat and tilting my head back. “Our mess,” he murmurs, taking my mouth as I melt back against him.
I feel too empty but completely sated, and I already know that I’ll need to do this again… and again… and again. But for now, even though I know we all have to go back to the real world, I feel calm and relaxed for the first time in days. Closer to all of them, with unbreakable bonds between us that, for the first time, really make me believe we’re going to win this thing.
We have to. I’ve never been so fucking in love, or felt so loved in return.
My stomach growls as the three of them are helping me get cleaned up, and Dante laughs. “Come upstairs and let’s get you fed, princess. You definitely put in the work for it.”
“You’re incredible,” Maddoc says, his eyes shining with emotion and his voice serious. Then he cracks a smile and smacks my ass. “But Dante’s right. You burned some calories just now. Gotta replace them before the next round.”
I shake my head, laughing along with them as we head up to the kitchen and Logan starts pulling things out of the fridge. I honestly don’t know if I could go again. But I also know how much I love the way they push me past my limits.
If they want me again, I’m theirs.
“Whatever you’re thinking right now, stop,” Maddoc growls, pulling me against him as whatever Logan’s making starts to fill the room with mouthwatering scents that have my stomach loudly rumbling again. Maddoc smirks, resting his hand on it. “See? This is why you can’t start looking at us like—”
He cuts off mid-sentence, his focus shifting in an instant when Logan suddenly stiffens.
“What is it?” Maddoc demands sharply.
Instead of answering, Logan drops the spatula in his hand and lunges for us.
No, for Maddoc.
He shoves him sideways, making me stumble back into the counter as Maddoc slams into the wall next to the fridge.
A bullet whizzes through the space Maddoc was just occupying, slamming into the cabinet door.