Striker

52. Chapter 47

My mind and my body feel separated. Like I’m floating between two different realities. One where I’m Delilah Gavin, cold, controlled, and controlling. The other I’m his Princess. His Sweetheart. Reaper’s Kitten. Breaker’s…

“Come here, Tiny Thing,” he says, his large hands sliding over me. “Let me feel you.”

I press my cheek to Reaper’s thigh as Breaker kneels behind me, feeling his dick slip over my opening, making me tense. I’m already a little sore after just the two of them and as I settle back down from my high, I wonder how I’m going to take him.

Neither Viper nor Striker were gentle with me. As he pushes in, I whimper, the pleasure and stretching sting making me want to tilt my hips higher and pull away at the same time. Under my cheek, I feel Reaper’s hard length, the promise of him next, as I try to focus on the sensations of Breaker pushing into me.

Reaper’s fingers weave gently into my hair, and I want to weep at the soft touch. “Relax Kitten, I know you can take him.”

“Give her a minute, she’s never had so many at once,” Striker says and I feel his—god I know they are his hands now—slip under my stomach and he lifts me until I can rest my hands on Reaper’s thighs. His thumb skates over my lips and I melt. “You’re so beautiful with Viper’s cum dripping from your pussy. Let me see how Breaker fills you.”

Reaper’s grip turns hard in my hair, yanking my head back. “I know you love the feel of our cocks stretching you, pretty Kitten. Tell me how much you want it.”

I nod as much as I can with his hand gripping me so tightly, wanting to please them, needing to please them. Next to me I hear Cora scream out another release and I blink my eyes open to catch Viper between her legs, thrusting two fingers into her, his mask pulled up just enough so he can suck her clit. Reaper and Striker release me and Breaker’s warm breath fans over my back.

“Tell me, Tiny Thing. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” is all I manage as Breaker nudges at my entrance again, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and drawing me up so my back’s pressed to his front, the warmth of his chest securing me to him. “I want you inside me.”

“That’s my girl,” he breathes into my ear. “You ready to be my sweet little whore?”

Nodding, I slowly breathe out, my mind centering, but my body still existing in the space that belongs to them as he slips in gently.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss. The feeling of being so full makes my pussy throb and I hear him groan in my ear.

His masked mouth pressed to the skin of my ear. “Are you okay?” When I nod, lashes fluttering closed, he whispers, “I’m going to give you a little more, Tiny Thing, you ready?”

“Yes,” I breathe, already trying to move my hips to create some friction. He’s so big, I’m stretched open so much, it feels like the only way to deal with the sting is to ride it out and move.

“She’s already close,” Breaker says, using his free hand to angle my head back so he can capture my mouth. I groan, grateful he’s pulled his mask up so I can have his mouth, his familiar taste that makes my belly dip, my chest expand. “She won’t last long.”

My pussy clenches down on him when he moves again, and he grates out a raspy moan.

“Fuck. She’s squeezing me so tight, I’m not going to fucking last,” Breaker breathes out, sliding his other hand down from my jaw to between my breasts. With one arm over my shoulders and his other snaked up my middle, I’m caged in, tucked against his warm chest as he slips in and out with slow, delicious strokes. At this angle, he can’t go too deep and it doesn’t feel so overwhelming, but then he bends us over, his palms sliding over my shoulders then down my spine until I’m back on my hands and knees, my head back in Reaper’s lap, and I whimper at the way he drives in deeper. “Hold on, Tiny Girl”

Then he pounds into me. Cora screams out another release, but it breaks on a sob, and it feels like it’s coming out of me. I bite my lip, trying to hold back, trying to hold it in.

“Oh fuck. Let it out,” Breaker rasps. “Don’t hold it in. Scream for me.”

Reaper grips my cheeks, forcing me to look up into his eyes. His skull mask smirks at me as Breaker slams into me from behind, forcing me to rock forward. My eyes lose focus as he drives in again, hitting that place that makes my fingers dig into the wood floor, as a tightness coils in my belly. Reaper leans down, placing a soft kiss to my lips through his mask, making my eyes sting. I gasp, feeling like that one masked kiss is tearing me in two as much as Breaker’s brutal thrusts.

“Say it,” Reaper whispers, breath still lingering on my lips. “Tell us, Kitten.”

Breaker slams forward again, then slips out slowly so I feel every thick inch. Then he does it again.

“Yours,” I grate, trying to hang on to the world around me.

“Ours,” Breaker rasps the same moment I sense Striker lean over and skim his thumb over my lip and the world breaks away.

Faintly I’m aware of Breaker’s groan. Of his heat filling me. His hands sliding up my back and how he says my pet name over and over as he comes. I hear my whimpering cry, my voice begging for more, for it to stop because I can’t take anymore, but please don’t stop. Please give me more, but the voice doesn’t belong to me.

It’s the voice of the woman who belongs to them.

I belong to them.

My head falls to Reaper’s lap and I breathe, my cheeks wet, hair sticking to my face and sweaty shoulders. Reaper slips his hands under my arms and lifts. With shaky legs, I crawl until I’m straddling his thighs. My head falls to his chest, my fingers curling into his thick shoulders.

In all these weeks, I’ve been this close to him a handful of times and each of those times his touch was harsh, with tiny bits of sweetness bleeding through, leaving me wanting more. Right now, his fingers trail down my bare back, sliding with a featherlike touch over the curve of my hip until he’s gripping my rear. I suck in a breath, closing my eyes, absorbing the smell and feel of him.

Reaper lips press to my ear, his breath heating my skin through the mask. “Do you feel it?” he whispers.

I try to sit upright so I can see his eyes, but he keeps me pressed to his neck so I take what I can get, wrapping my arms around his neck, and breathe him in. Musk and male and darkness.

“How your body belongs to us,” he says, shifting to press his masked lips to my jaw. “Like you were made for us.”

The hand cupping my ass slips over my thigh to between my legs. On instinct, I lift myself slightly so he can angle his hand between us. A finger slips over my opening and I clench my teeth as he slides it over my too sensitive clit. His finger slips inside me and I feel his groan under my cheek.

“Filthy girl, you begged for their cum and look at the mess they made,” he grates. His finger slides out. He grips the back of my neck and pulls me upright. Blackness stares back at me, but his eyes aren’t just dark pools. They reflect the dim light in the room, making the midnight color look like they’re filled with stars. “You want my cum too, pretty Kitten, don’t you?”

God, yes.My teeth sink into my bottom lip. His eyes snap to my mouth. Leaning forward to press my lips to the side of his masked face, I whisper so only he can hear, “I want you to fuck me like you’ve wanted to do for weeks.”

The hand on the back of my neck tightens. Reaper’s fingers weave into my hair and he tugs roughly, forcing me to arch my back, my neck exposed. My hands fall from his shoulders to my sides, waiting. I may be on top, but I’m certainly not in control.

“Oh god, you’re going to kill me,” Cora whimpers from next to us and I want to turn to see who’s got her at their mercy, but Reaper’s gripping me too tight to do anything but wait for what he does next.

“Such a fucking brat,” he grates, running his finger up my stomach to between my breasts. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, naughty girl. I don’t think you can take what I’ve wanted to do to you.”

“I’ve taken everything you’ve given me,” I say, my eyes falling closed. I like his roughness, but I don’t tell him that. I like it because every time I’ve felt it, I’m left feeling a little softer.

“Greedy, greedy, girl.” My eyes pop open from his familiar voice to find Striker towering over me, his lip curled into a grin. He steps in close, gripping my throat under my jaw. My head hits his chest and I focus on his upside-down face. It’s still shocking to look at him. He’s so unbelievably beautiful. He slides his hands over my shoulders to my breasts, cupping each one in his hands. “We knew you could handle us. We knew you’d be our perfect Princess, begging for us and spreading your legs so sweetly.”

Still holding me tilted back, so I’m arched backward slightly looking up at Striker, Reaper reaches between us and I hear the grate of a zipper. That sound fires through me and I tilt up so he can free himself. When his hard dick hits my inner thigh, I can’t help the moan that slips out.

Striker leans forward and captures my mouth, his tongue slipping in with a long, sloppy stroke against mine. My hands slide up his forearms and I grip the back of his neck, forcing his mouth down on me harder.

He breaks the kiss and backs away. Viper leans over, blocking Striker’s face, and he lifts his mask to reveal his perfect lush lips before they enclose over mine, taking, possessing in that way he did before. Like he can’t help but greedily drink in every ounce I give over to him until he’s sucking on my tongue. Reaper’s cock slips over my cum soaked opening and a shiver racks my body.

“I’m going to fuck all our cum so deep into you,” Reaper growls, releasing my hair as Viper breaks the kiss. I sag down against him. Reaper grips my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “You’ll not be able to take a single step without remembering you belong to us.”

His hand glides down from my jaw to my waist, making my blood sing with anticipation. I’m sore, but already so wet, so filled and slick, and I want more. I want him.

Keeping our eyes locked, I reach between us, sliding the tips of my fingers along his shaft, feeling his silky flesh before I slip my fingers around him and guide him to my opening. He slicks over the mess and his eyes go feral.

Angling my hips, he slips into me just barely. I lick my bottom lip, capturing it between my teeth. His fingers tighten, nails digging into my flesh like he wants to rip me apart. I lean forward and he slips in even more. Reaper”s breath rushes from him, when I press my cheek to his mask and whisper in his ear, “Make me beg.”

I expect him to slam me down onto him, take me roughly, like he did in the club, but he yanks my head back pulling me away. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he grips both my hips and eases me down so gently that a whimper slips past my lips.

“Fucking brat,” he groans, his voice seductively low, making me tighten down around him. “Fuck. Your pussy remembers me, doesn’t she?”

I nod, biting my lip, keeping the whimper sealed behind my lips. I’ve remembered him, every moment, unwillingly. My body craved him again, and even though I didn’t want to, I’ve wanted this since that night with him. All of them using me. Reaper’s harsh edges outlined with this gentleness I’ve felt since he took us.

“Shhh. Give it to me,” he whispers when I flinch as he hits in so deep it hurts. Lifting me slightly, he pulls me back onto him somehow going even deeper. “Let me in.”

My chest tightens as he eases me up again, then pulls me gently down onto his hard length, grating out an approval as I grind down, circling my hips. My breath hitches as he jerks his hips, my nipples pebbling, goose bumps breaking out all over. They all feel so different. So good, and at this angle, I’m forced to take Reaper all the way. Feel every inch of him, even more than the others.

When he leans back some, repositioning us, I keep my legs locked around his thighs. He lifts me, his dark eyes colliding with mine, and I suck in a breath, recognizing that dangerous gleam.

My chest tightens, my pussy clenching.

“There’s my dirty girl,” he grates. “You ready for me, Kitten?”

As I place my hands on his shoulders, and look down to where our bodies join, I suck in a breath, drinking in the sight of him. His shirts pulled up, fatigues open and pulled down some, showing off toned abs covered with ink. Roses and black vines, curled around skulls and bones. The outline of that chevron of muscle leading to his dick makes me crave him in wild, animalistic way that feels like insanity. He’s so perfectly built, with smooth, tanned skin. His thick cock slips out as he lifts me higher and I wish I could see him fully as he enters me again, but he shifts, changing the angle.

“Hold on, Kitten,” he grates, his grip tightening as he leans back. “And keep your eyes on me. I want to see you come apart.”

I cry out when he slams up into me. My fingers curl into the muscles of his shoulders and he does it again and again, building up a steady pace until he’s fucking me so hard and fast, the tightness in my chest feels like it’s breaking apart each time he drives in.

My mouth falls open in a silent whimper.

“Keep them open,” he rasps, slamming up into me harder. My eyes pop open. His hands slide up from my hips and he holds my waist, keeping me still as he pistons in and out. I want to meet him, force him to fuck me even harder, but all I can do is hold on.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I cry, my words spilling from me the same moment I hear Striker say, “Play with her pussy, Little Flower.”

My eyes meet hers next to us, the vivid green somehow dazed and bright at the same time. She slides over, reaching for me. Reaper’s eyes flash to her briefly as she scoots in next to him, her arm sliding under his to reach for me. She’s so small next to him, soft compared to his hard planes. Fiery hair next to his black mask, falling over her creamy shoulder as she reaches for me.

I let go of his shoulder and meet her hand, guiding her to my clit. She angles her hand up, letting Reaper’s dick slip between the V of her fingers as her thumb glides over me. The feeling of her hand at my pussy as he slides in, of her thumb rubbing little circles over my clit, sends a jolt up my spine.

“That’s it,” Reaper grates. “You feel how tightly she’s gripping me, Baby Girl?”

“She’s got a tight little cunt,” Cora says and I clench around him at her dirty words. She leans over, her mouth pressing to Reaper’s arm, as she slides in closer, dragging her other hand up my spine. “Come for him like you do on my hand, baby. I want them all to see how pretty you are when you fall over the edge.”

“Oh fuck, Kitten,” he grates, jaw moving under his mask.

“Harder,” I whimper. “Fuck me harder, please.”

Reaper makes a sound in his throat, and his fingers tighten, digging harshly into my flesh. He drives up harder. Then even harder.

“Please.”

“Beg for it. Beg for my cum,” he grates. “Beg to be mine.”

My lips part. He trusts upward so hard the beg catches in my throat. Then I hear myself whimper. Hear his growling groans responding to my quiet begs as I hang on, only faintly aware of the other”s around us. Barely away that he”s

Please. Please don”t stop. Please. Please.

His eyes darken, head tilting back slightly, and just the sight of him starting to unravel sends me over. My cry cuts through the room as the world shatters around me, all my shadows spilling out, but then as my walls pulse, his hips snap up, once, twice, then he buries himself so deep, Cora’s hand gets smashed between us as heat floods me.

I fall forward, curling into myself. My whimpers don’t even sound like they’re mine as I bite down on his collarbone, teeth scraping over his shirt.

“Fu-uck,” he grates, again pumping in and out, riding out the lest dregs of his release, hands sliding up from my waist to my back and into my hair.

Cora stops the little circling motions on my clit, but she keeps her fingers between us as he continues to pump with little jerky movements, then suddenly stills, his fingers loosening in my hair.

I breathe. He sucks in a labored breath. I open my eyes and find Reaper, mask askew, his chest heaving, onyx eyes watching my face. He’s still buried deep, his cum throbbing and pulsing inside me.

Cora pulls her hand away, using it to brush damp hair away from my sweaty forehead. “Holy shit,” she whispers. “That was intense.”

Reaper keeps me locked in place with his gaze, but sits upright, lifting me enough that he slips out, heat sliding down my thigh. He reaches between my legs and drives two fingers deep into me, dark eyes moving to my lips as I gasp. I’m so sore from them all. But then he gently slips his fingers in and out and my shoulders ease, liking how he’s giving me even more of his flesh. When he pulls his hand back, his fingers glisten with my release, his cum, Breaker’s, Viper’s, Striker’s, and he holds them up.

“Open,” he tells Cora, and her mouth falls open obediently. He slips his drenched fingers into her mouth and she sucks them in, enclosing her lips around them. “You taste us all, Baby Girl?”

She nods, looking up at him through her long, thick lashes. She’s so pretty that I run my thumb over her cheek, tucking her red hair behind her ear, unable to stop myself from touching her.

“Kitten is yours too,” Reaper says. “This pussy is yours. All of us are yours.”

She sucks his fingers harder as he hooks her chin between the fingers buried in her mouth and his thumb, pulling her close.

“Next time you think we’re going to send you away,” Reaper says, jerking her head slightly. Her lips tighten around his fingers. “You remember you are ours and we will never let you go.”

My heart hammers, bright light filling up my chest. Reaper pulls his fingers free and slides them into me again, meeting my gaze as he curls his fingers deep into me. When he slides them out, my lips part, ready for him, and he makes a sound of approval that shoots straight through my veins like liquid gold. His fingers slip in, and the musky tang of us all hits my tongue.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice barely audible. “The next time you think you’re going back to Rune, you remember we killed to make you ours.”