Chapter 16
I held my vibrator against my clit and melted into the bedsheets.
The frenetic energy in my veins flowed between my legs, and I could breathe for the first time in days.
I bit down on my pillow as my orgasm fluttered out of reach.
Sometimes anxious girls just need to get their brains fucked out to stop overthinking.
A vibrator was a sad replacement, but a less messy one.
Until the buzzing stopped. I cursed under my breath and fumbled around my bag, only to find three cords that I couldn’t use and one very flat, useless vibrator.
“Of course,” I muttered to myself. “As if this day hasn’t been annoying enough.”
I was exaggerating a little. Connall got the details of the next shipment from Topher Freight and we were going to ambush the delivery. Adelaide wanted it known that flesh trade wasn’t acceptable in her city, and it was the perfect chance to prove what we already knew.
That The Unseen was corrupt.
How far that corruption went remained to be seen.
I’d spent most of the day searching and creating a system to comb through all the data we had.
Larson King wasn’t working on his own, and we were trying to find links between him and the other members of the council.
Beck squeezed in on the sagging couch, insisting on assisting me.
His warm breath coated my neck. His fingers took every excuse to brush mine.
It should have irritated me, but it heated a coil in my stomach.
It was like I was wounded in shark-infested water. Beck, Ray, and Jonah knew I was weak and circled me.
My hand slipped between my legs, already bare to prepare for this night of self-love. Thoughts stabbed at my brain like bees, and I couldn’t escape the drowning hum of anxiety. My touch did nothing to bring me closer to the orgasm I sought.
I thumped my fist on the bed as a terrible-terrible-very-bad thought popped into my head.
Three men down the hall craved to please me.
No, Lyra.
I circled my fingers, like I might find the solution to my frustration if I just put my mind to it.
But all I could think about was the forbidden touch of my exes.
Was it unethical to use living, breathing humans as my personal dildo?
Sure. But they’d also dropped me in a dark hole and were desperate to make it right.
A few orgasms wouldn’t take away my hurt, but they could sure put a smile on my face.
I hovered my finger over my phone after I typed out a message. The last message in this group chat was them asking why I was being so distant. My chest twinged.
Lyra’s Lads
Lyra (PSGG): You up?
Jonah (Daddy): Everything alright?
Beck (Chief): I’m awake.
Jonah (Daddy): Ray wants me to ask if you need us?
Lyra (PSGG): No questions, no demands. Can you promise me that?
Ray (Number 1 guy in the group): You need something?
Lyra (PSGG): Come to my room.
The bluntness of my command muted the group chat, and I second-guessed myself. This wasn’t a bridge for them to pin their hopes and dreams. It was about bodies and a much-needed release.
Footsteps pounded down the hallway, one set faster than the others. Ray, if I had to guess. He would want to be first. Despite his fast approach, his knock was gentle. A tremor straightened my spine.
“Come in.” My voice was husky despite myself.
The door cracked open, and the three of them stepped inside.
Ray was shirtless, his dark locks damp from the shower, and bright-eyed excitement he tried to conceal.
Jonah filled the doorway with his broad shoulders, dressed in casual track pants and an oversized blue shirt.
His expression held more caution than Ray’s.
Beck closed the door and flicked the lock.
He raked his heavy gaze over the silk sheets tangled around my waist and the vibrator discarded on the floor. He smirked.
“Are you hurt?” Jonah’s eyebrows scrunched together as he took one step toward me.
Ray put his hand on his muscular bicep and jerked his head to the floor. Jonah followed his direction, and a soft gulp escaped him. They waited, hungry wolves, but obedient ones.
I tightened my jaw. “I need help.”
Ray bounced on his toes, and a megawatt smile flickered into life. He sauntered to the end of the bed and perched on it.
“What do you need, mia volpe?” The nickname was a caress down my neck.
“Tomorrow we’re going on a mission. My brain can’t afford to be tied in knots.” I tossed my arms out. “Sleep won’t come. I need to relax.”
Jonah breathed out, relieved. “I can run through a guided meditation with you.”
“No.” I shook my head with a grimace. “I need…”
I couldn’t quite get the words out. They needed to be clinical and precise. A deal. But a knot in my throat betrayed me.
Beck arched an eyebrow. “Us?”
“Yes.”
Beck hummed, the sound warm as velvet and just as soft. “You want us between those pretty legs?”
I nodded. “This isn’t an opportunity for you to weasel your way back into my heart. You know my body, and what I like. That’s the only reason. Tomorrow has to be perfect and an orgasm, or two—”
“Or three.” Ray held up three fingers.
“Can you make me feel good or not?” I forced the words through gritted teeth.
My lungs felt too tight, and my skin prickled with awareness. Ray fisted the covers and dragged them down, revealing my bare legs. The hem of my shirt barely covered the curve of my ass, and I didn’t hide from them. I spread my legs.
“Ah, mia volpe, lie back and relax.”
The nickname hit like a bullet through my ribs, but I didn’t let him see how it affected me.
Jonah rounded the mattress, and Beck took the other. They each had a certain masculine smell. It made my mouth water.
Jonah reached a hand to me before halting. “Can we touch you?”
“I should hope so. How else are you going to make me come?” I snapped.
The mattress dipped, and Beck slipped his hand around the back of my neck.
“He means, can we do this?” His lips met mine, and he took my response from my tongue. He tasted of mint and hungry desire. His fingers sank into my hair as he angled my head. Our tongues tangled together until I gasped, and my vision swam as he pulled away.
“Anything,” I croaked.
My vision was blurry as Ray’s fingers dragged up my legs and nudged himself between my thighs. His heated breath fanned over my pussy, and I moaned before he even started. Just like that night at the airstrip, I left my body in their care.
I didn’t feel afraid, not when Jonah inched up the hem of my shirt. His fingers left trails of sparks, and his calloused knuckles hit my peaked nipples. Beck picked up my wrist and pressed his lips to my thundering pulse.
“Hold on, gorgeous,” Ray grazed his teeth against my inner thigh.
He parted my lips and dipped his tongue between them.
My head hit the bed with a muffled thump, and I closed my eyes.
Let them pleasure me. They were nothing but hot-blooded sex toys right now.
Attuned to the way I liked to be touched.
Jonah’s stubble rubbed against the soft curve of my breast as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
Beck trailed open-mouthed kisses up my throat.
Every noise I made, he swallowed with his lips.
My breathing turned choppy as I gave into their control. They dragged tension from my muscles with each touch. Their desire sank heat into my blood, and soon I simmered with a need greater than their combined attention.
“More,” I panted.
Ray lifted his head, lips and chin glistening with me. He flashed a perfect white row of teeth. His hand trailed to his waistband, and he shucked his pants over his narrow waist with a wriggle. Beck’s teeth sank into my neck.
“Greedy Little Liar.”
Jonah’s laugh rumbled on my flushed skin.
Yes. So what? A girl had needs, and why shouldn’t I have them tended to?
Ray’s cock jutted toward his belly button, and the silver balls of his piercing made my pussy throb.
I wanted to feel them deep inside, carving a molten, metal path of ecstasy.
He didn’t make me wait for long, notching his head at my entrance with a bitten back sigh.
Like he thought I’d throw him out if I knew he was enjoying this too.
My heart gave a traitorous flip as he loomed over and entered me.
“You’re perfect, Lyra,” Ray groaned.
I wrapped my legs around his waist to force him inside faster. I wanted the overwhelming press of his cock, the drag of his pierced head, and a pace that stole my breath. There wasn’t love in this, just bodies. Beck licked sweat off my neck.
“That’s right, Little Liar. Take him just like that.”
Beck actively encouraging me to fuck another man? The possessive, obsessed man I knew would never have allowed this before. He would have sulked in the corner and made sure I was left with his mark instead.
Ray’s hips faltered before slamming to the hilt.
Sparks flooded my insides, like an electric explosion.
White spots danced in my vision. He tilted his head back and worked his throat.
I would have told him to move, but Jonah captured my lips this time.
His tongue swept into my mouth and reduced my pleas to whimpers.
Ray dug his fingers into my ass and lifted my hips.
He rocked his hips, almost desperate, like he couldn’t stop himself.
We tumbled down a path of ruin. Our bodies melded together in sweet, messy pleasure. Fingers fit between my body and pinched my clit. I arched off the bed and with a cry. Beck let out a satisfied groan and smirked at me.
“Are you going to come for us, Little Liar?”
Not me. Us. My eyes widened as Beck shared a look with Jonah and Ray, as if some silent challenge passed between them.
They worked like a team, helping bring me to the edge of release over and over.
Each time Beck would withdraw his touch, Jonah would suck hickeys into my skin, or Ray would change the pace of his thrusting hips.
They unwound me. Layer by layer until the room was hot with lust and need.
Inside, I melted and fell apart. Until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I panted as Beck swirled his touch and retreated a third time.
My building orgasm flattened to a buzz, and I let out a frustrated shout.
I grabbed his collar and dragged him down, swallowing his wince with a brutal kiss.
He wanted to toy with me? I could play games too.
Ray carved a heated path inside me, and Jonah took Beck’s place, touching my clit with a softness Beck wasn’t capable of.
“Are you trying to kill me?” My teeth sank into his lower lip.
Beck always tasted like bad decisions. Midnight alleyways and shadows too dark to survive in. He made my lungs burst and heart crash. He let out a soft groan of pain as I pressed my hand to his chest.
“I just want to take you to heaven.”
Asshole. He wasn’t offering salvation, but damnation.
There was no purity in the sensual hunger of our kiss.
This room held four souls who burned from the inside out.
I might not survive this orgasm. But I raced toward the fire, anyway.
Adrenaline tightened my muscles. My veins twisted like hot wires through my body.
Jonah was more generous than Beck, who held me on the edge until my skin tightened and burned.
My clit was slick, and it throbbed underneath his thumb.
Ray let out a soft noise of dismay, pulling his hips back and slamming his cock deep inside me.
Heated ropes flooded my insides, and Ray pulled out with a chagrined look.
“I couldn’t last. I’m sorry. You feel too perfect.”
Jonah pushed Ray’s shoulder until he slumped over.
“Fuck.”
The word slipped out as Jonah licked from pussy to clit. His moan vibrated against my sensitive skin as he tasted Ray’s and my mingled juices. Ray’s eyes widened, and he bit down on his fist. Beck laughed against the shell of my ear.
“Don’t they take such good care of you, Lyra?”
Agreement lingered on the tip of my tongue.
But that felt too much like an admission of feelings, emotions, and all things this was not.
Jonah clamped his hands around my thighs and wrenched me open.
He lapped and sucked my clit until a scream brewed in my throat.
The taste of Ray on my skin and my imminent orgasm unleashed a beast in Jonah. His tongue devoured.
Ray crawled up the bed and took my nipple in his mouth.
His tongue swirled like Jonah’s and Beck’s pressed against the pulse in my neck.
Everything was too much. I was a string pulled tight and forced to snap.
But when my release came, I didn’t break.
Heat seared through my cells, delicious as syrup.
It rolled through my body like a wave, cresting and dragging languid warmth with it.
My legs fell open as my clit throbbed with softened pangs. I breathed heavy, finding a space between my ribs I didn’t know existed. My chest expanded, and I closed my eyes as warmth lapped my edges, numb.
“I needed that. Thanks.” I mumbled.
“Did you want us to stay?” Ray asked, hope making his voice higher.
I cracked an eyelid. “That’s not what this was.”
Hurt flickered on each of their faces, swallowed just as quickly by passivity.
“We truly mean nothing to you.” Jonah’s chin hit his chest as he whispered the words, more for himself than me.
The realization of it cut lines into his face.
For a moment, I wanted to refute my statement. My heart squeezed with the remnants of love I don’t think I’d ever get over. But our scarred hearts were too far gone to heal. Even if I wanted to, could I put myself in their hands again?
Yes.
A traitorous part of my shadowy stomach answered. Three fallen soldiers bowed their heads in reticence at the altar of their goddess. I was the battle and the war. They’d lost the first, but would they keep fighting?
“My needs are satisfied. You can go.” I rolled over and presented my back.
“You don’t want more?” Beck’s touch brushed my shoulder.
I shook him off with a grunt. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.”
That was right. I needed to focus on my revenge, not emotions. No matter how my intestines knotted as they picked up their things and left. As the door snicked closed, the air in the room turned cold.
My sated body thrummed with languor, and my worries retreated to the dust of forgotten things. So why couldn’t I sleep? I wasn’t thinking about tomorrow anymore, but the past, and all the things that could have been.