Chapter 60
Micah
Dakota looked sexy as fuck hanging off Mason the way she was, her tight little body arching and desperate. Mason and I hadn’t discussed this at all, but he was good at following my lead. The moment I asked her to grab the knife, he knew what I was going to do.
Drinking another angel’s ichor felt good as an angel, but it felt insane as a human. It’d fuck her up for sure. Make her all horny and pliant—like I needed any help with that.
I walked over to stand in front of Dakota and Mason, inhaling deep. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her body limp, her pupils so dilated I almost couldn’t see the green in her irises. I held the front of her throat, careful not to touch Mason as I leaned down to kiss her.
She kissed me back, all sloppy and openmouthed, unable to stop herself from grinding back on Mason’s dick—while kissing me. Fuck. It simultaneously pissed me off and made me so horny I couldn’t think straight. Lying slut. Going behind my back right in front of my face.
I tightened my grip on her throat, kissing her harder, deeper. It was getting really hard to ignore the other person in the room, his proximity to me, our complicated history. His heat, his scent, his size behind her.
I had to fight the urge to let my eyes roll back in my head as I inhaled Mason’s kapnos with my tongue still in Dakota’s mouth, feeling his pheromones in my lungs like a physical sensation, a weight tugging me under.
The scent mixed with Dakota’s arousal, dripping all down her thighs now, I was sure.
My free hand slid downwards, fingers skating over her pussy as she moaned into my mouth.
“She’s so fucking wet right now,” I said, looking at Mason over Dakota’s head. “Feel.”
I moved my hand away, making room for him. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he did what I’d told him to do, as he felt Dakota’s dripping cunt. She moaned and squirmed, trapped between us, and I stuck my thumb in her mouth to give her something to do with her mouth.
“Feel it?” I asked, my voice getting husky.
“Yeah. She’s making a mess on my palm.”
“Are you?” I turned my head down towards her and she looked up through her eyelashes, nodding, getting high off my blood. “Let’s get you on the bed.”
Mason helped her get her wrists in front of her again, but I didn’t untie her. I looped another piece of rope around her restraints and secured her to the bedframe.
“Tell me who you want to finger you right now.”
“You,” she whispered, like a good girl, like a pretty liar.
I arched an eyebrow. “So now not only are you lying to me, but you’re also lying to my guest. That’s not very polite.” I could see the hunger in Mason’s stare, see that nasty part of him breaking the surface. There were so many ways I wanted to punish Dakota, and about just as many for him.
She’d be first. Unfortunate for her that I had help.
I took my shirt off and he did the same, both of us standing on either side of the bed, Dakota trying to hide by twisting her body on the comforter between us.
My hands snapped out to grab her ankles, stretch her naked body out so she couldn’t hide anything.
And then Mason slapped her breast, making her gasp.
Yeah, I was fucking lying to myself if I said I didn’t like this side of Mason. There was a reason we’d been together in the first place. It was also a huge part of why we ended, though.
Dakota looked at me like I was going to save her, ashamed fear coloring her face as she whined. He was still hovering over her.
“If you think I’ll stop him, I won’t,” I said, making her eyes even wider. I like this shit, too. You’ll learn.
He did it again, and I kind of hated that he hadn’t waited for my permission, but I also craved his reckless nature. This was him. Act first, think later. Never apologize. Do bad things without stopping to consider the consequences.
Mason ducked down, pushing his palm against her throat as he kissed her.
I watched his tongue slide into her mouth, hot and slick and searching. And then I watched her tongue flick right back against his. Her little shiver sent a jolt straight to my dick.
“Don’t kiss her,” I gritted out, shoving Mason off.
She blinked up at me, mouth open slightly, lips glistening with his saliva.
I bent forward, cupping her breast, rubbing my thumb over her nipple.
“And you don’t get to decide who you want anymore.
That’s my job. You’ll take whatever I give, from whoever I choose. ”
She nodded, biting her lower lip.
“You think I don’t notice the way you look at him?” I asked, knowing it would scare her, make her question what was happening. “I do. I just choose when to allow it.”
She could interpret that however she wanted.
They both always had the same question for me. Why? Why did I want to orchestrate these fucked-up situations?
Why the fuck not.
It screwed up their minds a lot more than it screwed up mine, and I’d always been a bit of a sadist. There was something specifically immoral about making a girl who was cheating on me get touched by my ex in front of me—who she still didn’t know was my ex—but I didn’t care much for being morally correct.
“Tell him you want him to make you come,” I said, to which Dakota only stared at me harder. “Don’t look at me. Look at him. Show him how you ask for it.”
Tentatively, like she was scared to give herself away, she looked at Mason.
“Mason,” she breathed and I could see her nervousness was real. I didn’t know how many times they’d fucked, but she wasn’t ready to show me how vulnerable she got with him, how filthy. “Make me come.”
There was a pause, her lips parted while she contemplated whatever she was going to say next, chest heaving, belly sucked in.
“With Micah,” she finally added, her voice coming out on a little whimper. “Both of you.”
It was almost too much for me to deal with. That wasn’t what I told her to do.
And I could tell by the way she said it that this was a fantasy for her. One she’d thought about before this.
“You think you can handle both?” There was a bite in my words, an anger I wished I could control. “Spread your legs. Show me how wet this is making you, how bad you need it.”
She did, bending her knees and letting her thighs fall apart, her slick pussy glistening in the low light, the ichor making her brazen.
Mason gripped her thigh, inching his fingers towards her center. I stared at the slow ascent, the size of his hand on her slim thigh. She gasped when he touched her pussy, head thrown back against the pillow, hair haloing around her.
He slid two fingers inside her and I could tell she was feeling it.
His thumb rubbed over her swollen clit and she moaned, her warmth breath fanning across the side of my face as I leaned forward.
Watching him know exactly how she liked to be touched felt like being stabbed, the edge only blunted by the feral obsession I had for her.
I grabbed the knife and sliced across two of my fingers, then shoved them in her mouth.
“Go on, pretend this is your first time letting him touch you like this,” I said, low in her ear. “But remember I always know when you’re lying, Masters.”
The expression on her face was pure horror.
Good.
My cock was so goddamn hard I couldn’t think of anything other than pumping into something tight, and my brain was having a really hard time separating the sight of Dakota’s gorgeous little body, naked before me, and Mason’s raw strength in my periphery.
It’d been getting worse and worse over the weeks with both of them here.
My eyes skated over towards him, down his torso, tracing the tight lines of his abs, landing on the thick shape of his cock in his sweats. God.
I flicked my gaze upward again, my stare colliding with his.
He was panting now, lips slightly parted.
His eyes fell to my mouth for a fraction of a second and I clenched my jaw, heat coiling low in my stomach.
My thighs tensed and sweat dripped down my spine. I forced myself to look back at Dakota.
Soft. Feminine. Pretty. Good.
“Look at me while he touches you.”
She did, her tongue swirling around the fingers I’d put in her mouth, her eyes staying locked steady on mine.
I slid my hand below Mason’s, my finger brushing his knuckles as I shoved it in Dakota’s pussy, not giving any of us a second to hesitate.
She was so perfect. Warm and wet and tight, squeezing my finger against Mason’s as we stretched her together.
I shoved in farther, my palm flat to the back of Mason’s hand, our forearms aligned.
I grabbed her hip and pressed closer to Mason, putting my shoulder flush with his, so our arms were connected all the way from our shoulders to our fingertips inside Dakota’s pussy.
I didn’t miss his sharp inhale.
His muscles flexed against mine, both of us watching Dakota flushed and squirming on the bed.
He leaned toward me, lowering his voice so only I could hear it. “Fucking choking me,” he said under his breath. My kapnos.
Our need tangled in the air, ocean and forest, weaving knots of sex and violence and vigor. I could feel the way his fingers were moving inside of her, right along with mine, feel her getting wetter.
“So are you,” I responded, glancing rapidly at his mouth, then holding his stare for a moment too long.
I wanted his tongue, and his slick, tight, fucking bottomless throat.
Dakota didn’t know how Mason sucked dick, but I did.
Sometimes it was hard to think of anything else.
She gave good oral, but it was different with her than it’d been with him.
She was a lot softer, a little bit more shy.
She’d known me for far less time, and our relationship was just different. I liked it that way.
I leaned forward and palmed Dakota’s breast, sweeping my thumb over her nipple as her head tipped back. Mason did the same.
Something about seeing our hands next to each other on her body was lighting a flame inside of me. His head turned and our eyes connected again, the feeling of it like sinking a hook into my gut and tugging. His gaze flicked down, away from mine. I envisioned my hand full of his cock.
If he’d let me push my hand past the waistband of his boxers, down, down…Feeling his bare cock on my palm, his heavy balls, reaching farther back, too. His taint, his ass. Fuck.
Dakota was getting slicker, needier, tighter, and I knew she was about to come. Squeezing Mason’s fingers against mine like a damn vise, her breathy moans and whines filling the air, her eyes squeezed shut.
Mason turned towards and ducked his head, his breath hot on my shoulder.
“You’re so fucked up for this,” he said, only loud enough for my ears.
“I know.”
He scraped his teeth over my shoulder muscle and my whole body went tight. His canines dug into my skin when he bit me. Hard enough to leave a mark.
But I couldn’t focus on that because Dakota was right in front of me, her sounds getting higher in pitch, sliding into the cadence she got right before she came.
I gave her my ichor-stained fingers to suck on again as her orgasm tore through her perfect body, her pussy fluttering around my and Mason’s fingers.
When she was finally spent, Mason left without another word.
I fucked Dakota, showered with her, and eventually went to bed—all without seeing him again.