Chapter 29 #2
Reaper’s hand at her waist slips lower, dragging his knuckles over my cock as he gathers her sweater in a fist. I back away, giving him room, and I grip the fabric for him.
His fingers dip below the waistband of her leggings, and a small, girlish sound escapes her.
I trace the outline of his hand beneath her leggings, feeling his fingers working between her thighs.
A primal, throaty moan grates from him. “She’s soaked. Our needy girl wants to be fucked.”
She writhes under his touch, head thrown back. I dip, dragging my tongue along the column of her throat, feeling her plea as it leaves her. “Yes, please.”
“Poor Kitten,” Reaper grates. “Our girl has missed us.”
My eyes lock with Reaper’s over her head.
We’re all so close that I sense his posture shift, turning predatory.
Possessive. Even in the fading purple light, I catch the glint in his onyx eyes, the flash of primitive hunger.
Sense his dark dominance rising. It rises in me, scratching at my bones. The need to claim. To taste. To fuck.
“Eat her pussy.” Reaper’s order hits my cheek with a hot breath. His hips buck, forcing his hand to drive into my cock. “Show her how much we’ve missed her too.”
My cock pulses, and I grip the waistband of her leggings, ripping them down her thighs as I drop to my knees, exposing her to the cool air.
She gasps, hands landing on the top of my head.
The cold wood floor bites through the material of my pants as I rest back on my heels, trailing my hand along the little goosebumps forming on her thighs.
It’s dark enough now that I can just barely make out his fingers slipping over her clit. He shifts and hooks two of them into her. The sound she makes is purely animalistic. My palm slides up between her thighs, greedy and rough, and she gasps as I slip my fingers into her with his.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, bucking her hips as I drive my fingers in deeper.
Faster. My cock throbs against my zipper from feeling her wet heat wrapped tightly around me.
From the feel of Reaper’s fingers slipping against mine inside her.
I look up and find him watching me. Find her eyes on me.
He pumps in harder, then withdraws, fingers coated in wetness, glistening in the violet-hued light, and uses them to open her, exposing her clit.
“Make her come on your tongue.” He’s not asking. It’s an order.
My heart jumps at the demand, and the deep raspy way the words cut through the silence.
Familiar. I lean forward, flattening my tongue to her and dragging it up, flicking her clit with the tip before doing it again.
The sharp, bright mix of her sweetness with Reaper’s skin goes straight to my cock.
Her knees nearly buckle, and I withdraw and catch her, digging my fingers into the backs of her thighs to hold her still.
Reaper’s hand tangles in my hair, and he shoves my face harder against her. “Come on, get in there. Lick her pussy like you own it.”
I grip her ass, pulling her apart, desperate to devour every inch of her. My finger skates over her tight hole, and her reedy moan sends me higher. I do it again, and again, flicking and swirling my tongue on her clit, pressing my finger to her back hole until her whimpers turn frantic.
“That’s it. Get in there,” Reaper growls, voice like gravel. “You know our girl likes it rough.”
I slow down, and suck her clit, capturing it between my teeth just hard enough to make her whine. A carnal, verging on feral sound slips out of her when I release it with a slick pop, and Reaper slams his hand over her mouth, then shoves two fingers past her lips.
“Suck,” he grates.
She obeys, sucking them greedily into her mouth, as her fingers weave into my hair with Reaper’s, pulling me closer.
“You want to come, don’t you, Kitten?” Reaper’s voice scrapes out of him, desperate, like an animal straining against chains, seconds from snapping. He bends his knees, angling himself lower, and grinds his cock into the back of my hand. “You want to come on his tongue while I watch?”
Keeping my eyes locked with his, I push against her tight hole, moving myself lower, my jaw straining, and drive my tongue into her. I thrust in and out, fucking her, making my cock pulse with need from her muffled begs. How she grinds against my face, soaking my chin.
“That’s a good girl,” Reaper purrs. He thrusts his hips again, driving her harder onto me. “Ride his face.”
One of Delilah’s hands grasps his forearm, nails biting into his skin, the other gripping my hair by the roots, tugging as she swirls her hips.
The door thuds behind him, as Reaper drives his hard cock into my knuckles, forcing her pussy on my face.
She lights up, a live wire, her whole body pulsing with need.
I withdraw my tongue, and suck her clit roughly into my mouth, and she nearly sobs.
“Be a good little kitty and come for us. Don’t hold back,” he whispers. “He’s been dreaming of this just like I have. Let him taste how desperate you are.”
She writhes wildly as I suck and lick, throwing her head back against his chest. The low light catches the thin pale column of her neck.
I keep my eyes open, drinking in the sight of her above me. From my knees, she’s a vision, all delicate lines and neediness. Power and strength and shameless want.
I let her ass go, and drive two fingers into her, and she shatters.
“Fuck,” Reaper breathes, the back of his head thudding against the door, his chest heaving.
I work her through her release, thrusting my fingers into her, until she releases my hair and shoves me away. Delilah slumps against Reaper, and I shoot up, pulling his fingers free, capturing her mouth, her taste still on my tongue. The proof that she belongs to us.
“I wish I had time to fuck you, Princess,” I breathe, grinding into her, my cock so hard it’s painful.
“Please, yes,” she whispers.
As much as I want to take her right here, with Reaper at her back holding her for me, I know we don’t have time.
I grip her leggings and tug them up. Outside the door, boots thud and my heart jackhammers.
A muffled voice and an answering laugh make us all still.
Cold reality punches me in the gut and crashes through the primal haze, pulling us all back to the current nightmare.
Reaper makes a sound in his throat, like he’s remembering too, and slips out from behind her, adjusting himself. Quickly I adjust her clothes, and smooth down her hair, then let her go, ignoring the hot desire coursing through me.
Hooking a finger under her chin, I force her eyes onto me. In the dark room, they gleam with something that looks and feels too close to desperation, and I press my lips to her forehead. “Today won’t happen again.”
She lets out a slow, steady breath, then slips away. “How many boys were at the school?” she asks.
I exchange a look with Reaper. Even in the dark, I sense his confusion. It’s such a strange question, and such a sharp contrast to what we just did, my brows knit.
“Why?” I ask.
Delilah tugs at her sweater, looking toward the windows and the night sky peeking through the open curtains. She shrugs. “Curious about how many brothers you had.”
Had. She said they talked today and I can’t help but wonder what all Father revealed.
“Five,” Reaper says. “I have only five brothers.”
My heart pangs. Reaper pulls the door open, and dull light floods the room, highlighting her frown.
I run my hand along her back, and she shifts my way. “This will be over soon.”
With a nod, she marches out into the hall. When I meet Reaper’s eyes, I know how untrue it is.
This is just the beginning.