Chapter 50
Delilah
Fire ignites in my core. Viper lets go of my boot. Striker releases my other foot as Reaper unfurls his fingers from my wrists. Breaker eases me up onto my knees, crushing my back to his chest.
My gaze lands on Reaper, kneeling before me, and my chest cracks.
Dusty dirt covers the fabric over his knees.
His shirt. Shadows play over his powerful body; the fading light flickering through the canopy, turning him into just a massive shadow.
The mask and melting skull hide every emotion and every feature.
I have no idea what he looks like. No clue how many tattoos cover his flesh under his clothes.
The only thing I know is the feel of his body against mine. The heat and hardness of him moving into me. The taste of his mouth.
He’s confessed in subtle, earth-shattering ways that this dark, tangled up and confusing feeling that stretches between us isn’t one-sided. It’s lust and fear, and it pulses with a heat that makes me want to combust.
He’s everything I shouldn’t want but everything I crave.
Reaper’s dark eyes burn into me, black as midnight, devouring light, my sanity, and I know deep in my gut this man is my absolute undoing.
The words tear from his throat, rough and gravelly. “Keep looking at me like that, Delilah.”
A warning.
A promise.
“Like what?” I breathe.
“Like you want me to ruin you.”
I think he already has.
They all have.
Broken me to pieces, then reshaped all those parts, forcing room in my heart for each man before me.
Breaker’s cheek nuzzles into my hair, his whisper sending sparks of light down my spine.
“Give me that mouth.” Then he grips my chin, angling my head toward him.
I rip my eyes off Reaper, my gaze colliding with Striker kneeling next to us, as I twist my head to meet Breaker’s warm mouth.
Dirt and grit smear across my lips as Breaker’s mouth crashes onto mine, his tongue hungrily moving past my lips.
The familiar, safe warmth of being in his arms, rips a whimper from me as the taste of him floods my senses. Spice and earth.
God, how I’ve missed him.
My throat clogs as I slide my hand along his smooth jaw.
My entire body melts, my lashes fluttering closed as his palm skims over my chest, down lower until he reaches the space between my legs.
He shoves his hand between my thighs, and cups me, his finger skimming my pussy, then dipping into my opening.
“So wet,” he says against my lips. “Fuck, I’ve missed the feel of you. The taste of you.”
A fevered, primal need claws at my insides, sharp with a dark want to possess them. I lean back into his touch, gripping the back of his head, forcing his mouth harder to mine. My hips buck to meet his hand as he slips his finger, slick with my wetness, over my clit.
It’s like the heat scorching through me, sets him on fire. Breaker’s mouth grows hungrier, his touch greedier as I pour every ounce of myself into the kiss, letting him taste and take and have me.
For a heartbeat, I get lost in him, and the others around us fade. It’s just the two of us, the press of my back molded to his hard chest. His hands. His lips. His heat and longing.
Breaker’s gentleness crumbles as he devours my mouth, and he rips my legging to my knees.
A whimper escapes when the seams pop, the sharp sting of material digging into my skin.
The shock of it sends another wave of hunger through me, the heat at my center pulsing brighter.
I arch into him, pressing my ass against the hard bulge in his pants.
His touch turns rougher, his free hand snaking around my neck, gripping so tightly, pressure builds in my head.
He pulls away, breaking the kiss, and his fingers unravel from my throat.
I suck in air, dizzy with desire. Breaths heave from his lungs, and an animalistic growl rips from his throat as he grips my hair, shoving me forward.
My hands land in the dirt. My eyes lock with Reaper’s.
The clank of metal from behind me cuts through the woods, sending molten heat between my legs.
“Come here.” Breaker grips my hip, dragging me backward. My palms rake over the dirt and twigs. Some animal thing in me, scraping at my bones, as the heat of his cock slips along my opening. “Fuck, Tiny Thing, your pussy is throbbing and soaked. So ready for us.”
Reaper swipes my hair over my shoulder. “Shamefully needy little thing, are you?”
My response is a whimper as Breaker’s cock slides up between my ass cheeks, dragging wetness up to press the fat head along my back hole. “Fuck, I want to take this ass.”
A whiny, desperate sound slips past my lips from the feel of him there. With my leggings around my knees, I can’t open further for him, even though I try, every inch of my skin singing.
“Do it,” I grate. “Fuck me.”
Breaker drags his length lower, scorching hot against the freezing air kissing my skin, and the thick head of it presses against the seam of my pussy. He grips my shoulder and lines himself up. Striker and Viper shift, sliding up next to Reaper in front of me.
Striker grips my cheeks, fingers digging into my skin roughly, as he rips his mask off.
I exhale, warmth spreading through my already heated core when I see his ravenous expression.
His mouth crashes onto mine. His clean taste invades my senses.
Breaker presses into me, driving in slowly but merciless, until I’m gasping against Striker’s mouth as he forces my body to accept him.
He’s so big, it feels like he’s splitting me open, and I wince, a light moan slipping past my lips as he thrusts in, bottoming out before he can fully seat himself.
Pain twinges in my core, and he withdraws, then without warning, Breaker slams forward.
My mouth opens in a silent groan against Striker’s lips at the brute force, slight pain blurring the lines with the pleasure of being stretched.
Breaker’s low, gravelly, grate makes me clench around him. “Fuck.” He pulls out just enough to slam forward again.
“Be gentle with her, Break,” Striker warns, breaking the kiss and caressing my jaw.
“Don’t be gentle,” I breathe, pushing back into him, molten heat curling low in my belly. I need to feel every ounce of him. Feel each brutal claim. I need it to hurt enough to cut through all doubts. Yet give enough pleasure to sate this dark primal clawing under my skin. “Fuck me harder.”
Using my shoulder for leverage, Breaker slams into me, faster, harder.
Viper’s hand fists in my hair. He jerks my head toward him, lining my gaze with the wild, dangerous look in his eyes. In one quick movement, he grips his mask and rips it free.
For a moment, I barely register as my body jerks forward from Breaker’s hard thrusts, I’m so fixed on the predatory need in Viper’s expression.
The soft cheeks and strong jawline. The nose with the slight bump.
How the purplish dying light glints in his auburn hair. The way waves curl around his ears.
Then, his mouth is on mine, crushing, devouring.
Between Viper’s violent kiss and Breaker’s animal thrusting, I spiral outward, falling prey to his hunger.
I bite Viper’s bottom lip, and he groans, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
Breaker’s heat warms my back as he leans over me.
His hot mouth skims the side of my neck, then teeth sink into the flesh, and one large hand squeezes my breast until it just barely doesn’t hurt.
“Use her mouth,” Reaper’s voice crashes through me.
Viper rips his mouth from mine. Leaning back on his heels, he claws at his belt, the sharp clink of metal slicing through the still woods. Reaper cups my jaw, watching my face like he’s cataloging every emotion.
“Come here,” Viper says, gripping my hair with one hand as he shoves his pants down far enough to free himself. My gaze drags back to the bright turquoise of his eyes. “Open for me.”
My lips part greedily, desperate to please. To be owned. To feel every promise they made. His hand spans my jaw, thumb skimming over my lips, brushing away the grainy dirt. His lips part, the pulse in his throat quickens, the hunger in his gaze brightening as I lick my lower lip.
“Suck the tip, Sweetheart,” he orders, voice guttural. He smears the slick tip of his cock over my mouth. I lick the hot slit, savoring the clean, salty flavor of him, my eyes locked on his. The throaty moan he lets out as I suck the tip makes my pussy clench.
“Fuck.” Breaker’s hot gravelly moans against my skin, the way he thrusts forward, sends me higher. “Suck it harder, Tiny Thing. Make him beg for his girl.”
I suck and Viper’s head falls back, exposing his throat.
“Oh, fuck, that’s so good.” His thumb skims the corner of my mouth as his cock slips in.
My lips catch at the head, then slide down the thick shaft.
The moment he bottoms out, hitting my throat, my hunger grows, that feral thing in me pleading for more, filthy with need, soaking up his praise. “Good girl, take me all the way.”
My moan drives him, and Viper thrusts wildly into my mouth as Breaker fucks me. My nails dig into the dirt and I meet each drive of his hips, until I’m groaning around his cock, saliva sliding down my chin to my neck.
He pulls out, gripping my hair and yanking my head back. “You want more, mo leannan?”
“Yes, please.” The beg is feral, barely even sounding like me.
Breaker leans back up, thrusts slowing, as he grips my ass, spreading me open.
I gasp, pulling cold air into my lungs as Reaper grips my jaw, turning my head toward Striker.
Striker’s hand slips around the base of his cock, already free and ready, angling it toward my lips, thick and swollen, slit wet with pre-cum.
“Suck his cock, greedy girl,” Viper says as he grips my ass cheek, pulling me open. His finger skims along my hole, and I arch my back, allowing Breaker to fuck me deeper as Viper presses the tip of his finger into me.