Chapter 33
Viper
There is nothing more delicious than Cora right now, cheeks flushed, breath ragged as she stands beside the bed, commanding me to my knees. She’s an absolute vision.
A gift.
One I’ll never let go.
This courageous, strong woman before me is carved into my bones, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her from us.
My fingers slip into my suit jacket, feeling the envelope. The fucking offer should infuriate me, but I can’t help the twisted satisfaction that spreads through my chest.
She’s mine.
Ours, and he can’t take it back.
And now she’s ordering me to my knees, and my cock is so hard that I can barely think beyond the words written in black ink on that paper.
“Anything for you, Vixen,” I say, taking a step closer so I can brush my fingers along her delicate jawline. “Is that what you want? Me to kneel before you?”
Cora glances between Breaker and me, her eyes igniting. Her back straightens, and a smirk quirks her lips when she realizes the power she has in this moment. Her tongue runs over her lip and she smoothes a hand over her belly as if gathering her thoughts. Or her courage.
Has she ever had a moment where she was in full control of her body? Of her life?
Does she now finally realize, after being told for weeks, that she’s ours?
She’s been ours since the moment we saw her. Even if we didn’t know it yet.
And right now I’ll do, be anything, she needs to prove it.
“I made you a promise,” I tell her, watching her features shift. They turn hard as shame makes her eyes flicker away, but when she looks back at me, then to Breaker, I see nothing but determination.
To own her body, her mind, and I think us too.
If only she knew she already owns every ounce of me.
They both do. And the second I get my hands on Delilah, I’m going to make sure she knows that every promise I made, every breath I breathe, is for them.
“You threatened to kiss every single inch of me,” she says, her voice laced with lust. She looks at Breaker, who stands so close I can feel his heat and his want as if it were my own.
“Threats are a promise, are they not?” I ask. “I’d love to lick and kiss every inch of you, and obey every wicked command that slips past your lips.”
She bites her lip, breathing turning ragged. Then it’s like something in her lights up and she points to the floor again.
“Kneel,” she says, her perfect heart mouth curling up at the corner. “Both of you.”
“My beautifully dangerous Vixen, I’ll gladly kneel before you and drink from all you offer.” The second my knees hit the floor, Breaker is beside me, kneeling.
Fuck. The sight of him on his knees does something to me I didn’t know existed.
Breaker doesn’t have a submissive bone in his body.
He may be sweet, even gentle at times, but he’s unforgiving in his dominance.
The only commands he takes are Reaper’s.
Sometimes Striker’s but that’s rare because they are both too domineering to take orders from each other.
Breaker will give me room to breathe, but he’s never let me control any aspect of what we do together.
Cora sees it too, and her eyes flash with newfound power. “Remove your shirts.”
Fabric rustles as we both comply, our shirts landing in heaps behind us. My cock pulses against my zipper with each beat of my heart.
She holds my gaze while her fingers hook under the thin straps of her dress, sliding them down her shoulders inch by deliberate inch. The silky material glides over her flesh, making me wish it was my tongue, before revealing the pale expanse of her skin, dotted with little freckles.
Beside me, Breaker’s breath hitches. His weight shifts forward.
She holds up a finger, tsking. “Not yet, naughty boy,” she teases. “I didn’t say you could get up.”
“He doesn’t listen well,” I remind her. “Hence his name.”
She grins. “If he wants to stretch my pussy, he will.”
“Jesus,” he growls, looking at me. “How do you stand this?”
“Impatiently,” I tell him, but my voice trails off as my gaze catches on the defined ridges of his chest, the many tattoos on his dark skin, the unmistakable outline pressing against his fly.
Cora’s dress whispers to the floor, snatching my attention.
Black lace cradles her breasts, matching the thin strip of material between her thighs.
I lean forward, and my knees scrape against the hardwood, making me still.
Distant memories scream hollowly in the back of my head, but I ignore them, and remain frozen, watching as her thumbs hook into the delicate strings at her hips.
The lace slides down, revealing pink flesh.
The black material pools at her feet, and she kicks it aside.
Reaching behind her, she unsnaps her bra and shimmies out of it, tossing the lace away.
Jesus, she’s so beautiful it hurts. Wearing nothing but heels, and standing before us like some small yet ferocious warrior, I decide right now that I’m a saint for remaining on the floor and not moving. I have to hand it to Breaker. He’s barely breathing, he’s so still.
“You’re keeping those heels on,” I tell her. The black heels with the red soles and the thin straps around her tiny ankles do something weird to me, verging on perverse.
“Fuck, Little Red,” Breaker groans. “Bring that pussy over here and let me sink my tongue into you.”
A wicked smile quirks the corner of her mouth, and she slides a finger over her pussy, gathering wetness. “Open,” she tells him. He obeys, and she slips her finger into his mouth, pressing it down on his tongue.
My hands tingle with the need to grab her.
Bury my face in her glistening cunt. Drive my tongue into her and taste what he’s tasting now.
When he sucks her finger clean and releases it with a pop, I grow painfully hard imagining him taking my cock into his mouth, sucking hard and releasing me with that slick obscene sound.
“You’d look good with my cock in your mouth,” I tell him. His gaze darts to me then drops to my pants. That flicker of jealousy I saw last night flares, and I smirk in satisfaction, but when Cora sits at the edge of the bed, both our attention snaps back to her.
She leans back on the bed, propping herself on her elbows. Her gaze burns molten as she props first one foot on the edge of the bed, blocking her pussy from my view, then the other.
“This may be how I die,” Breaker says.
I have to agree. This devious teasing from our girl has my heart racing and my cock so hard, the front of my pants is damp with pre-cum.
Slowly, she parts her legs, and we’re graced with her pink clit and glistening delicate flesh.
One leg lifts, and the heel of her black stiletto hits the center of my chest, digging into the black lines of the tattoo.
My cock pulses at the flicker of pain. I grip her foot with one hand and press my lips to her ankle, dragging my gaze up from between her thighs to her eyes.
My chest bursts with something brilliant and light.
I would spend an eternity before her, doing anything and everything she asked of me.
Our naughty little Vixen stretches out her other leg, and the emerald green of her eyes shimmers as she rests her heel on Breaker’s chest.
His groan is purely animalistic.
“Stroke yourselves,” she says, slipping a finger over her wet clit.
“Finally,” I growl, unbuckling my belt and freeing myself.
Next to me, Breaker’s belt clinks, and the sound of his zipper grates in the room. He groans, bucking into his fist.
“Little Red, please let me eat that pussy,” he rasps.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard the man beg for anything, so when I look over and find him watching her with the same devotion I feel surging through my chest, I know this is it.
This is the end all.
But we’re missing pieces, and I feel their absence like a hole in the center of my being.
Breaker must feel it too because he strokes his cock and says, “I can’t wait to get Delilah back and feast on you both.”
Cora stops circling her clit and spreads her legs wider, the heel scraping over my chest. “Come feast,” she says, her voice a husky whisper. “Both of you.”
Slowly, I lower my mouth and press a delicate kiss to her calf.
I trail more up her thigh, pushing her leg back as I move toward her.
She exhales when I place a kiss on the small freckle on her inner thigh.
I take my time, my mouth skimming along her flesh before I grip her thigh tightly and shove it up, pressing it to her chest so her pussy and ass are exposed.
Breaker moves in beside me, our shoulders touching.
We adjust our bodies, trying to fit together in the limited space.
I lean down at the same moment he does, and our eyes collide.
Slowly, Breaker flicks his tongue out, taking a long, slow lick from her tight hole to her clit, almost daring me.
“Fuck yes,” she groans.
We had Delilah like this, spread open on the table, our fingers moving into her, our mouths on her one after another while Striker held her open, but this feels different. This feels like everything is about to change.
I dip my head, feeling his heat, his breaths, and do the same, savoring her. Sweet, and tart and so perfectly her, I do it again, gripping my shaft hard. Breaker’s cheek presses to mine, and the tip of his tongue swirls around her clit as I lap at her entrance, barely brushing against his.
“Oh, my fuck,” she groans, her fingers diving between her legs and spreading herself open. “Again. Please don’t stop.”
He sucks her clit into his mouth, and I lean back, greedily watching.
The second he lets go, I dive in, tasting his mouth on her and her heat.
Breaker angles in closer, and his chest slicks over mine.
His hand hits the head of my dick as he strokes himself, and he leans in, devouring her with as much hunger as I feel.