50. Chapter 45
Breaker lets her go and sits up. I catch sight of his wet mouth before the mask slips down and I wonder how his lips would feel wrapped around my cock.
The thought nearly sends me over. I slide my hand from the top of Viper’s head to hold Cora’s jaw with both hands. She sucks me in hard, then I pop out of her mouth. Viper’s brutal thrusts force her to her hands and knees, but Breaker quietly takes my place, lifting her upright, before slipping his hard cock past her lips, drowning out her whimpers.
Gripping my dick, I drop to my knees between Delilah’s thighs and lean down to press a soft kiss to her folds, flicking my tongue to taste her sweetness. Knowing Breaker was just eating her out makes me suck in the mess, lapping up every ounce of where he’s been. Now that I’ve admitted to myself, my desire for Viper and yeah, Breaker, too, I don’t know how I’ve lived so long with this heated blood and desperation without combusting.
“Striker, please,” she begs so sweetly that I release her and sit up, guiding my dick toward her entrance. Her back arches off Reaper’s lap as I slip in an inch, biting my lip at the intensity of her clenching down around me.
“Fuck,” I grate between teeth. “Our dirty little Princess begs so sweetly for my cum. I think she needs all of us to fill her up.”
“You want that, Kitten?” Reaper asks, dragging his lips across the delicate skin below her ear, as his hand digs into her skin, fingers clawing at her like he wants to rip through her. “You want all of us to fill you up?”
I slip into her, hissing out in pure bliss as I seat myself, her pussy fluttering at the intrusion. The soft greedy groan and the way she tilts her hips to take me deeper, makes me drive in harder.
“Answer him, Princess,” I rasp, my breaths ragged from being on the edge for too long.
The way her mouth falls open, a low cry slipping past with no response, makes me wish I had her bent over so I could take my belt to her ass as I fucked her.
Reaper’s hand shoots up to her throat. “Answer when we speak to you.”
“Yes,” she whispers, lip lifting in the corner like a fucking brat. “I want all of you.”
“Naughty Princess.” I slap her clit as I pull out, loving her gasp and the way she tries to widen her legs, but they’re hooked over Reaper’s thigh, restricting her movements. “Our greedy Princess wants all of our cum.”
The sounds from behind me as Cora whimpers around Breaker’s cock, as Viper slams into her, sets my blood on fire. I grip Delilah’s hips and thrust in deep, over and over, her breaths hitching, pleasure shooting through my middle.
Reaper keeps his hand at her throat, pinning her to his chest as I fuck her, his other gliding down, backs of his fingers trailing along her curves until he’s cupping her breast and pinching a hard nipple. She releases a throaty groan at his touch, gripping my forearms. His massive fingers and the black lines of the tattoo inked into his warm flesh on the back of his hands contrast beautifully against her unmarred pale flesh. Unable to resist, I grip her breast, cupping his hand under mine, and his gaze darts to me.
Blood surges to my cock, making her walls flutter and her hips tilt. Reaper feels her movements, and instead of pulling his hand from under mine, he drops his other down from her throat, and trails it to her lower belly, pressing down, feeling my cock hitting deep within her.
“Oh shit,” she cries out, squeezing me so tightly I bite out a curse. “That’s so good. I can’t. It’s too good.”
Reaper keeps his hand pressed down and the sensation, the knowing he can feel me like this, wants to feel me inside her, makes my grip tighten on both of them.
“I’m going to come,” she breathes. “Oh, my god. Fu—” A shiver cuts off her words, her walls fluttering.
“She feels good, doesn’t she?” Reaper places another kiss on her neck. “Tight, and hot and wet.”
“She’s heaven,” I grate out, working up speed, thrusting forward hard enough that my hip hits Reaper’s inner thigh, shoving her back into his chest.
Someone’s hand lands on my hip, tugging at my waistband until my ass is half exposed, but I don’t care who’s it is. We’re all doing this together, so it doesn’t matter if it’s Viper’s or Cora’s because I want them all.
Sliding my hand from her hip, I grip her shoulder, driving in harder. Her delicate groan quickly turns into a feral moan.
Reaper’s gaze lifts from where I’m driving into Delilah to mine, but they dart over to the others behind me. “Save your cum for Kitten. We’re going to claim her tonight.”
My balls tighten. The thought of Viper fucking my cum deep into her sends a primal need through me. Her eyes flash, feeling me thicken, that dark animalistic desire to claim her making my movements sloppy. I grind my teeth trying to draw this out, but she’s already falling apart around me, her pussy clenching down.
“Oh god, yes,” she breathes. “Fuck me harder.”
“Oh, fuck. That’s right, Princess. Milk my cock with that tight cunt.”
“Striker,” she breathes, still clenching around me, head thrown back, the thin column of her neck exposed. “Oh, god. Fill me up. You feel so good.”
Every part of me draws up tight, and then my vision blacks out, my release shooting heat down my spine. I spill over, throwing my head back as I pump into her, my chest expanding, my bones, joints, my fucking skin nearly melting in pleasure. Then I feel my body curling in on itself, my hands gripping flesh, hanging on for dear life as I’m torn apart. I hear Reaper mumbling something, curses or maybe praises, my dick hitting hard into the pressure of his hand at her belly. I hear her cry out again, but it’s cut off on a whimper.
I fall forward, all of my torn parts, snapping back into the room as the world returns, my heart hammering so hard as my hips still rock, and my eyes lock on my hand tightly gripping Reaper’s wrist as he rolls her nipple between his fingers. She continues to writhe, hips moving as she rides out her orgasm, her arms thrown up and over Reaper’s shoulder, gripping the back of the couch.
“Fuck,” Reaper breathes, barely loud enough for anyone to hear, and my focus shifts from where I’m holding on to him, to his black eyes. They gleam, fire flaming behind them so brightly they look filled with sparking embers. His chest heaves. I drop my hand, but not my gaze.
“Viper, fuck our girl harder,” he orders, eyes still locked with mine. “I want to hear her scream as she comes all over you.”
Whatever string drawing us together snaps as Delilah sits upright, slipping to her knees between us. I slip out, the head of my dick hitting her clit, making me wince. She falls forward, resting her head on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, pressing her close. Reaper’s black eyes track her hands as she slides them over my shoulders, then hooks her arms around my neck, burying her face against my shirt. He pulls the mask back down over his full lips, but I catch the way he licks them before he does. Like he can’t wait to taste her.
I wonder why he denies himself.
He rips his eyes from her and looks back at me. The wild, slightly unhinged gleam lingers. I get it now. Reaper hides it from us, but sometimes he has no control over it and it pours out of him. Like right now.
He’s so reserved all the time, keeping himself closed off. Nothing and no one can touch him. But in these moments, he lets himself free. I realize this is the only way he’ll ever allow himself to be close to us. By directing us, asking us to follow him, allowing for these few primal driven moments to be touched by us. Even if it’s just thighs brushing, or hands landing on the same sweat slick waist. Dicks moving into the same wet cunt.
We can”t touch him. Not physically and not emotionally. This is the only time he’s intimate with us. Not because he craves us how Viper craves Breaker or even I find myself craving the two of them. Not how he wants our Princess and maybe Cora, but intimate in the way of letting himself be vulnerable and exposed.
Except, I just saw it.
Reaper’s desire. His need.
Maybe this is how he eases that pain living in his chest that misses him.
Hunter loved us. Me. We never came together, not the way he wanted to, but I felt it all the same. Hunter loved me differently than he loved the others.
I wonder if maybe Reaper thinks by getting this close to us, closer to me in this way, he’s somehow filling that black, empty space Hunter left behind. We’re what Hunter loved. He never hid how much he cherished us all. Never denied his desire for me.
Never once tried to hide his love or affection or his lust.
Like Reaper does.
But I just fucking saw it.
Feltit.
Reaper loved Hunter so much. They had a connection that none of us could ever comprehend.
And I’m the only thing left in this world that Hunter craved, loved, cherished, desired.
I’m everything Hunter wanted. Something he loved so desperately, he sacrificed his life to save mine.