Chapter 50 #2
Something wild flares through my veins, hungry and screaming for more. For them to be rougher. Fuck me hard and fast and dirty.
For them each to take me, use me.
Want me.
Cold air bites at my cheeks as Striker slips the head of his cock over my lips.
I open for him, tongue darting out to lick the slit.
Seawater and a clean sharpness flood my tongue.
A glint of darkness clouds his gold eyes as I wrap my lips around him.
Pleasure curls in my core as he slides in slowly, letting me taste his want.
I work him with my tongue, hollowing my cheeks, keeping our gazes connected.
“Just like that,” Striker grates, thrusting forward hard enough that I gag.
His hand fists my hair, holding me still as he fucks my mouth. With Breaker’s harsh grip on my hips, Reaper’s hand on my cheeks, Viper’s finger moving into my ass, the heat in my belly rises, fissures forming in my molten core.
“Fuck,” Striker groans, popping free of my mouth.
“Come here, Kitten,” Reaper says. He grips my jaw as my body rocks back and forth from Breaker’s brutal thrusts, his warm fingers digging into my cold cheeks.
He slips two fingers past my lips, pumping them in and out.
I suck, savoring the earthy flavor mixed with dirt and skin.
With his other hand, Reaper unbuckles his belt, and the entire world stops.
The darkening woods grow still, like every creature watching over us holds its breath. Breaker’s punishing fucking slows. Viper’s finger pressing into me eases as Striker’s grip in my hair tightens.
The metallic clink of his belt coming undone, then the grate of his zipper, cut through the air. I bite down on his fingers, my eyes locked on his hand as he pushes his fatigues down far enough that his cock springs free.
The world narrows to just him. To the tanned flesh and the chevron of muscle from his hips to his thick length.
“Come here, Kitten,” he rasps, voice velvety and full of want.
A twig snaps, and my focus expands to the press of bodies around me, barely blocking the scrape of icy wind on my bare skin.
To the black-painted hunger in Reaper’s eyes.
My whole body trembles from the feral coiling of something inside me.
Something dark that’s lived in my blood ever since they took me.
A solid, strong, and unbreakable thing that can withstand anything.
They didn’t break me.
They shaped me. Carved me into someone stronger and ready to fight.
For myself and Cora.
For them.
I’m ready to defend what is mine.
“Open for me,” he commands.
Reaper’s fingers slip from my mouth, and then he cups my jaw, guiding my mouth to his cock.
He fists the base, fingers slick from my spit, dragging the head across my mouth.
I open, greedy, needy, and he slides in, just barely.
My tongue skates across his slit, and the taste of him rips a groan from my throat.
Smoke and cedar and dark earth. I suck the tip, then let him push deeper.
The muffled, fractured sound he makes is half relief, half resentment, as he drives in roughly.
I gag, tears pricking my eyes. He shudders as he forces himself into my throat, and sparks shoot down my spine.
“Come on, Kitten, let me in deeper. I know you can take it.” He’s still caressing my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek as he feeds himself slowly into my throat.
It’s hard to take him deep at this angle, but he drives in, blocking my airway.
I look up, hoping to see something, vulnerability or need, but the melting skull mask hides every feature, leaving only black starless night eyes drinking me in.
“Good girl,” he rasps, then pulls out. I cough, gasping for air right before he shoves his cock back in.
Then they’re all moving again as he thrusts forward with an even rhythm, controlling my mouth with a deft, possessive hunger.
I suck him harder, desperate to obey, nails digging into the cold earth as I brace myself.
“Her pussy is squeezing me so tight.” Breaker’s cock pistons in and out, Viper’s finger sinks into my ass.
“Take him deeper, Princess.”
I obey, swallowing him down.
“Good girl,” Striker’s gentle praise and grip in my hair sends me higher, pleasure snapping along my spine like fireworks. Reaper’s hand tightens along my jaw when I gag, flaming that carnal desire hotter.
“You’re taking us so well,” Breaker grates, words choppy. “Your little pussy is sucking my cock in so deep, taking every inch.”
He thrusts forward, pinning his hips to my ass. Pain sears through me as he seats himself deeply, but he eases up, fucking me again, and it’s replaced with white-hot pleasure.
With my hands in the dirt, rocks and sticks scraping my knees, being fucked brutally, my throat used, awakens that feral feeling inside me. I careen toward it, open, ready, and land, cracking open with a feral groan.
The world shatters. Every sense blurs, and I’m only faintly aware of Reaper’s splintered moan as I break apart. Barely aware of Breaker’s wild, guttural groan. His cock pulsing, and the heat spilling inside me, a full-body shudder moving through him into me.
Reaper withdraws from my throat, and I suck in air, my arms giving as my release fades. He eases his hold on me, and Striker’s nails rake across my scalp as his grip tightens, keeping me upright.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Breaker’s wild, guttural groan fractures in his throat. His movements ease to a slow, steady thrust. “Fucking perfect, Delilah, you’re perfect.”
Striker’s other hand palms the side of my neck, bringing me back to center. My eyes clear, pleasure fading as Breaker pulls out. I wince, wet heat trailing between my thighs.
“God, look at you. So devastatingly beautiful. So perfectly ours,” Striker says, each word raw. Wrecked. Like he just confessed his worst sin. “Come here and let me have you.”