Chapter 52
Viper
There’s a pull in me I can’t ignore. Winding up in my ribcage, coiling in my throat, threatening to spring from my lips, and I know if it does, it will taste sweet and warm.
The way love does.
We earned her trust. But love? We ripped that from her and molded it to fit all of us. She had no choice. We forced her to accept us, to accept this wild feeling.
But with love, it’s never a sure thing. It wavers. Doubt hums at the edges, dimming it until it’s barely more than just a waning moon, growing smaller and smaller until it passes through all the phases, and suddenly it’s just there, illuminating everything.
Right now, in the last scraps of daylight, it shines from her, raw and brilliant. Every barrier she’s placed to keep us at arm’s length is stripped away.
I trail a hand along her stomach, letting her brilliance light up my veins.
“If only I could keep you like this, splayed out like an offering, pussy soaked and ready for me.” I drag my hand down her thigh, savoring the sight of her spread out before me.
She’s already so used from them, stretched open and still so needy.
Striker and Breaker’s cum leaks from her glistening pussy.
Tendrils of hair stick to her neck. I swipe them away, running a finger along her collarbone.
Goosebumps form, and her nipples pebble tightly in the frigid air.
Dirt clings to her sweat-slicked flesh. It streaks up between her thighs like war paint.
Their cum turns it darker. Makes it gleam in the low light filtering through the trees.
She’s untamed. Wild and desperate for more.
I gather up the wet dirt and smear it across her lips. “I can’t wait to sink my cock deep into the mess they made of you.”
She spreads wider, blue eyes locked on my face. A silent invitation to take what is already mine. I claim her mouth, every sweep of her tongue against mine, lined with possession and hunger and a terrifying tenderness.
“Come here, Kitten.” Reaper shifts, straddling Breaker’s leg, and drags her backward.
She leans back, arching against Breaker’s legs, her head falling to Reaper’s chest. Striker inches in closer, one hand clasped around his still hard cock, and grips her thigh, pulling her open for me, until we’re all just a tangle of limbs and desperation.
One of Reaper’s hands wraps around her throat, the other flattening to her belly and drags it lower until he reaches her pussy.
He spreads her open, exposing her pink slit, the wetness and cum leaking from her.
My mouth waters at the sight, the need to taste her, them, sending a primal pulse through me.
“I should flip you over and fuck you like the wild little creature you are,” I tell her. “But, fuck, I want to taste this messy pussy.”
“Fuck yes,” she breathes. Her gaze drags along my face as I move to all fours, and I lower my mouth to her glistening cunt. She skates a finger along my jaw. “My god, you’re terrifyingly beautiful.”
I grin before my lips clamp over her clit. Her strangled cry goes straight to my cock. Her hips buck as my tongue delves deep into her. Musk and salt flood my tongue, mixing with the earthy taste of Reaper’s flesh, and I lap at her, eating their cum with long, slow sweeps into her opening.
“Eat that pussy,” Reaper says, his voice low, a grating sound, like he’s unraveling. “Fuck, she loves it.”
A hand lands on the back of my head. “Filthy boy. You look good on your hands and knees,” Breaker grates.
This hunger. This need. This wild desire to consume her drives my tongue deeper and deeper. Desperation hollows out my chest, needing to make her mine in ways I’ve never wanted anyone.
“Come on, get in there,” Striker says, tugging at my fatigues, and slipping a hand underneath to cup my ass.
“Oh yes, please,” she groans. “Please, fuck me. I want you inside me.”
I kiss her clit and shift upright, wiping the dirt from my palm on my pants. Gripping my cock, I adjust myself between her thighs, lining myself up. Behind her, Reaper meets my gaze.
Something has shifted between us all. Breaker feels it. Striker as well. But I think Reaper is the one driving it. Feeding this dark, carnal force that has us all on our knees in the dirt, claiming her like animals.
“Take her,” he grates. His thumb presses to her clit, skimming along the head of my dick as he circles. When his eyes meet mine, fire ignites in my veins. “Fuck her like she’s yours.”
Like she’s mine.
I slam forward. She cries out, clenching around me.
I still, seated deep inside her, drowning in the sensation of her walls clamping down on me as another wave of pleasure rushes through her.
I’m already so spun up, so close to coming, so overwhelmed by the rush of emotions, that I pull out, clenching my teeth before driving back into her.
Reaper makes tight little circles on her clit, drawing out her orgasm.
Each time he does, his thumb brushes against my cock, and my brain scrambles.
Every rule we’ve had in place, every fragment of who we are supposed to be, gets tossed aside, and we’re just us. Living right now, in this moment.
No walls. No restraints.
Just pure need and the desire to belong to each other in any way possible.
Reaper shoves my shoulder and forces me back. I fall on my ass, my legs tangling with theirs. That animalistic hunger grows needier, more desperate.
He meets my gaze, onyx eyes burning with heat, then lowers his masked mouth to her ear. “Get on his dick and fuck him like you own him.”
Something seems to ignite in her, and she sits upright, taking my mouth with a hunger that steals my breath as she straddles me.
Her small, warm palm lands on my chest, and she pushes me until my back hits the cold ground.
Breaker untangles himself, fisting his cock that’s once again hard and ready.
Striker scoots back, watching, his eyes growing darker with hunger.
“You’re mine,” she whispers, each word a possessive demand. “Say it.”
Weaving my fingers through the wild strands of raven black hair around her shoulders, I lick my lips and grin at her ferocious command. God, this woman. I’m so gone for her. For Cora. Dismantled and rebuilt by this burning feeling.
“Yours,” I say, and she grips my cock, guiding it back to her opening and slams down. The world collapses to this single point of connection, to her body wrapped around me, and I’m lost, found, destroyed.
“Shit, you feel so fucking good,” I grunt, grabbing her thighs, guiding her up and down over me as I thrust my own hips up to meet her.
She groans, open and wanton, a wild animal riding me in the dirt and cold.
Leaning forward, she covers my mouth with hers, swallowing down my growl, grinding down and rolling her hips.
Reaper grips her bare breasts, pressing his masked face into her hair. “You look good fucking him,” he says, his voice smooth yet frayed at the edges, like silk dragged over gravel. “But I think you can take even more, can’t you, Kitten?”
“Yes, please.” Her beg is fractured.
Reaper fists her hair and shoves her forward, the sound coming from his throat messy.
She crashes against my chest, her sweat-slicked skin as hot as a brand against mine.
Keeping her pinned by her hair, he slides his other hand between us, and drives two fingers into her, slipping it along my cock.
My eyes squeeze shut at the sudden extra pressure.
A growl rips free of me, guttural and choked, as I thrust up meeting her.
Delilah lets out a louder, feral sound, abandoning any self-control as she grinds down.
Reaper grips his mask and rips it free. She must know, must sense it because her eyes flare, connecting with me as he curls over her back, brushing his lips along her temple. “You’re so beautiful. Reckless and needy.”
Our movements slow. Stop completely as she keeps her eyes locked with mine. Reaper continues stroking my cock with two fingers, stretching her open and stretching me thin.
“How bad do you want it, Kitten?” he grates. “Do you want two cocks fucking that tight pussy? To be so full you can’t even beg?”
“Please,” she whispers.
Reaper’s hand slips from her hair down to the small of her back. He cups her ass, spreading her further on my cock. “Hold her open for me.”
My heart thrashes against hers. She buries her face in my neck, and I feel her tilt her hips for him as I grip her ass and spread her open.
He lines himself up behind her, leaning back. She whimpers into the skin at my neck as he slips in, just barely. My vision blurs as the slick heat of him pushing, forcing his way in, every inch of his cock slipping against mine, destroying me.
“Reap, I swear, I—” I hiss, but everything I’m trying to say scrambles, leaving me in muttering curses. I have no idea what I’m trying to say. No clue what to say. I’ve done this, fucked a woman at the same time with Striker and Breaker but never Reaper.
No one touches Reaper but Striker.
“Be easy with her,” I say, but fuck, he needs to be easy with me too. Even stretched, she’s still so tight, I’m barely hanging on. Her walls flutter, tightening, making me grit my teeth.
“Fuck, that’s it, Kitten,” Reaper growls. “Relax and let me in.”
She heaves out a breath, the burst of hot air heating my neck as she tries to relax.
Inch by inch, he slides in until he’s buried right up against me inside her, both of us wrapped in her wet heat, barely fitting.
There isn’t space for thought, for anything but the feeling of my cock being strangled, her gasping, half-sobbing into my neck, nails digging so sharp I think she might draw blood.
When he slips out, then in again, I throw my head back against the dirt, nearly coming apart at the seams. She bites my exposed neck, whimpering with me.
Then he moves.