Chapter 34 Liam
LIAM
I’ve never thought of myself as the type who’d enjoy being called someone’s “good boy.” Never considered that hearing Dominic’s low growl of “Daddy” would make my cock leak. Yet here I am, practically melting as I trace my tongue over his nipple, desperate for more of his approval.
I must have a fucking daddy kink. Who knew?
Ryder’s eyes meet mine over Dominic’s heaving chest, that mischievous glint I’ve come to crave sparkling in them.
“Why don’t we have Cora sit on Daddy’s cock?” Ryder suggests, his voice honey-thick with arousal. “Get it nice and wet before it goes in an ass.”
The implication hangs heavy in the air. Whose ass? Mine? Cora’s, Ryder’s? The uncertainty makes everything more electric.
Dominic’s reaction is immediate—his head falls back against the couch, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. His hand tightens in Cora’s hair, not guiding her anymore but just holding on like she’s his anchor in a storm.
“Fuck,” he chokes out. “Yes.”
I watch his face contort with pleasure, that perfect control he always maintains slipping away completely. It’s intoxicating seeing him like this—surrendering to what we all clearly want. His loss of composure triggers something primal in all of us.
Cora pulls back, lips swollen and eyes glazed with desire as she looks between the three of us.
There’s something special about her—something that makes this work.
We started this strange arrangement for revenge, but she’s become the center of our gravity, somehow making sense of what should be chaos.
Ryder helps her position herself over Dominic, and I find myself transfixed by the tableau they create.
Mayor Pike is out there plotting against us, the press is having a field day with our personal lives, my career is potentially in shambles—but none of it seems to matter when we’re together like this.
Cora sinks down on Dominic with a soft gasp, and something in her expression reminds me why she’s become essential to whatever this is between us. She’s not just a means to an end anymore. She’s the key that’s unlocked something none of us knew we needed.
“Look at you taking Daddy’s cock so well,” I murmur against Cora’s ear as she rides Dominic with abandon. My hands slide up to cup her breasts, feeling their perfect weight as they bounce with each movement. “You were made for this, weren’t you?”
The flush on her chest spreads upward as I squeeze her nipples between my fingers, not gently. She likes it that way—we’ve all learned her body’s responses now.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so fucking wet,” Ryder groans from where he’s kneeling beside them, his fingers circling her clit. “Tell Daddy how good his cock feels inside you.”
Cora’s head falls back against my chest, her body trembling between us. “So good,” she whimpers, her voice breaking as Dominic thrusts up to meet her downward motion. “God, Daddy, you feel so fucking good.”
My cock throbs painfully as I watch her perform. I lick along the shell of her ear before biting down on the lobe. “Bounce harder. Show Daddy how much you want it.”
“That’s it,” Dominic growls, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. “Take every fucking inch.”
I squeeze her breasts harder, rolling her nipples as she increases her pace. “Look at those pretty tits,” I tell her, my voice rough with desire. “Bouncing for all of us while you fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.”
“We love watching you fall apart,” Ryder adds, his fingers moving faster now. “Come on, princess, let go. Soak his cock while we watch.”
Between our filthy encouragement, Dominic’s relentless upward thrusts, Ryder’s skilled fingers, and my hands on her breasts, Cora is rapidly approaching the edge. Her movements become erratic, desperate.
“That’s it,” I urge against her neck, “show us what good girls do when they ride Daddy’s cock.”
Cora’s entire body goes rigid against me, her back arching as she cries out. I hold her steady as she comes, a rush of wetness gushing onto Dominic’s cock and thighs. He lets out a string of Spanish curses, his fingers digging harder into her hips as she trembles between us.
“Such a good girl,” Ryder purrs, his eyes dark with want as he watches the slick evidence of her pleasure coating Dominic. “Getting Daddy’s cock so wet for an ass.”
I can’t help but smile at the raw hunger in his expression. There’s something utterly fascinating about watching Ryder’s submission to Dominic, how eagerly he embraces it while I still maintain a careful distance from total surrender.
Cora’s breath comes in short gasps as she recovers. “Who goes next?” she asks, looking between Ryder and me. Her lips are swollen from kissing, her skin flushed pink. “Will it be Ryder, or Liam?”
The fact that she’s asking—taking control in her own way—sends a flash of heat through me. I’m enjoying every second of her transformation.
“I’ll go next,” Ryder volunteers, eyeing Dominic’s still-hard cock. “I want to sit on Daddy’s cock.” He turns to Cora with a wicked grin. “But I want your sweet pussy on my cock while I do it.”
The mental image of what he’s suggesting makes my own cock throb painfully.
“We should take this to the bedroom then,” I suggest, already calculating angles and positions. The couch won’t accommodate what we all clearly want. “More room to maneuver.”
Ryder nods eagerly. “Fuck yes.”
“My room,” Dominic commands, helping Cora off his lap. “I have the biggest bed.”
We untangle ourselves from the couch, Cora slightly unsteady on her feet. I steady her with a hand at the small of her back, guiding her toward Dominic’s master suite.
Once we’re in Dominic’s bedroom, I position myself at the head of the massive California king and lean back against the pillows.
“Cora, come here,” I pat the space in front of me. “You can suck my cock while getting fucked.”
She crawls toward me, pupils blown wide with arousal, and assumes a position on all fours. I grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her mouth to my length while presenting her pussy perfectly for Ryder.
“Look at you,” I tell her, my voice rough. “So eager to please all of us at once like a dirty fucking slut. Our slut”
Ryder positions himself behind Cora, sliding into her with a groan that makes my cock twitch against her lips. “Fuck, she’s still so wet,” he announces, gripping her hips.
Dominic stands at the edge of the bed, his massive frame looming over Ryder as he squeezes lube onto his fingers. There’s something almost reverent in the way he prepares Ryder’s entrance.
“Christ, Daddy,” Ryder moans as Dominic pushes a finger inside. “More. I need more.”
I’m transfixed by the look on Dominic’s face—raw hunger mixed with something deeper as he works Ryder open. But what surprises me is that he’s not watching Ryder. His eyes are locked with mine over the tangle of bodies between us.
Something electric passes between us—a challenge, an invitation, a promise.
Dominic positions himself behind Ryder, one hand gripping Ryder’s shoulder as he pushes inside. The chain reaction is immediate—Dominic’s thrust pushes Ryder deeper into Cora, which drives her mouth further down on my cock.
“Fuck him harder,” I tell Dominic. “Use Ryder to fuck her throat deeper onto my cock.”
Dominic’s rhythm increases, his powerful thrusts controlling all of us.
The intensity between us escalates with each thrust, Dominic’s powerful movements creating a ripple effect through all our bodies. I watch his face transform—pupils blown wide, sweat beading on his forehead, all his careful control wiped clean.
His breathing becomes ragged, and I see a flash of vulnerability in his eyes. The mighty Dominic Vega, always so determined to control, to dominate, is coming undone.
“Liam,” he says, his voice rough and strained. “I need—” He hesitates, then pushes through whatever barrier has been holding him back. “I need to feel a cock in my ass. Your cock.”
The admission hangs in the air for a charged moment. Cora’s moan around my cock sends vibrations through my entire body. Ryder makes a strangled sound, his rhythm faltering inside Cora.
“Fuck yes,” Ryder breathes, his voice thick with desire. “A proper train.”
Cora pulls back from my cock, her lips slick and swollen. “God, that’s so hot,” she gasps, looking over her shoulder at the men behind her.
I’ve never seen Dominic vulnerable before. The request hanging between us changes everything—shifts the entire balance of power we’ve established since the Hunt began.
“On the bed. All of you,” I command, sliding off the headboard and circling around to where Dominic stands. “Need more space to work.”
Cora crawls forward on her hands and knees and then flips onto her back, repositioning herself near the head of the California king.
Ryder follows, sliding back inside her quickly, his movements causing her to gasp.
Dominic, still connected to Ryder, moves with him in this chain of pleasure, his breathing ragged.
The sight is intoxicating—three bodies moving as one, adjusting to my command while maintaining their connection. Dominic’s back glistens with sweat, the powerful muscles flexing with each thrust into Ryder.
I grab the bottle of lube from where Dominic left it on the nightstand. The snap of the cap opening makes Dominic’s rhythm falter momentarily.
“Keep going,” I tell him, coating my fingers generously. “Don’t stop fucking him.”
A tremor runs through Dominic’s body as I press my slick finger against his entrance. His muscles tense, then gradually relax as I apply gentle but insistent pressure.
“Breathe,” I murmur, leaning close to his ear as my finger breaches him. “That’s it, just like that.”
Dominic lets out a sound I’ve never heard from him before—something between a groan and a whimper as I work my finger deeper. His hips stutter in their rhythm, caught between pushing back against my intrusion and thrusting forward into Ryder.
“More,” he grits out, voice strained and desperate.