Chapter 50
My bare feet moved quietly across the mats. I watched each ragged inhale and exhale of Trace’s and Colt’s chests. It was almost as if they were breathing in tandem. And maybe they were.
The moment I was within range, Trace grabbed my wrist and tugged me hard against him, my back to his front.
I’d shucked my sweatshirt after my jog and wore only sweatpants and a sports bra now.
The feel of his damp skin against mine was heady.
His lilac scent wrapping around me nearly took me to my knees.
“How are you feeling, Little Bird?”
“Good,” I squeaked.
Colt took a step toward me, his eyes going hooded. “You sure about that?”
I nodded, swallowing hard.
Trace’s fingers skimmed down my side and over my belly. “Think you can be a good girl and stay real still for us?”
My breath caught in my throat. “Yes.”
Colt chuckled, the sound husky. “So eager.”
“Our girl always is,” Dash said.
My gaze flicked to him, and I didn’t miss the bulge in his sweats. Just the sight had me licking my lips on instinct.
Ronan grinned. “Insatiable.”
“Just the way we like her,” Declan said, his gaze skimming over my body.
They were everywhere. All around me. Even the guys that weren’t touching me, I could still feel them.
My breaths came quicker as the energy in the room crackled.
Colt took another step toward me. “Last chance to run.”
I lifted my chin, meeting his stare. “Never.”
He flexed his hand, unsheathing his claws. He slipped one under the band of my sports bra and sliced it down the middle.
“What is it with you guys and ruining my clothes? You know you could just take it off,” I snapped.
Colt gave me a devilish grin. “What fun would that be?”
I shook my head, about to chastise him when Trace slipped his hand into my sweats and palmed the apex of my thighs. “Quiet, Little Bird.”
My mouth snapped closed.
“Show us what a good girl you can be. How obedient. How beautiful. Show us how you can make us all come without even touching us,” Trace rasped.
Heat and wetness rushed between my legs.
Colt let out a growl as his nose twitched, and I knew he could smell my arousal.
“She could,” Declan gritted out as he slipped his hand into his sweats and began stroking himself. “I could come just watching you touch her.”
“We all could,” Dash echoed, palming his cock.
My core spasmed as power surged somewhere deep. Somehow, knowing I affected them like this was almost more than I could take.
Trace bent his head, his lips skimming my ear. “Want to play, Little Bird?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my ass arching into him.
He pinched the inside of my thigh. “Be still.”
I froze. That tiny flicker of pain made everything in me tighten in the most delicious way.
“Good girl.”
Trace’s free hand skated across my belly. Purple sparks flicked out of his fingertips and embedded in my skin. I sucked in a sharp breath as sensation tore through me.
“Tell me what you feel,” he coaxed.
“Everything.”
It was the only thing I could say to describe it. Heat and tension and more of everything.
“What is it?” I asked, practically panting.
“My incubi venom, at full strength.”
I tipped my head back, looking up at Trace. For the first time, he was letting me have all of him. Him and his demon. I took his mouth in a hungry kiss.
Trace moaned into my own and then bit my lip. “Not playing by the rules, Little Bird. There are punishments for that kind of thing.”
My nipples tightened at his words.
“She likes the idea of that,” Ronan growled low.
“Colt,” Trace clipped as he spun me around to face him.
Colt was on me in a flash. He shucked my sweats and panties, pulling them clean off and sending them sailing across the room. A second later, a hand came down hard on my ass cheek.
I let out a startled cry.
Colt’s palm soothed the abused skin. “So pretty and pink.”
Heat rushed to the stinging spot, and I gasped as a new rush of wetness gathered in my core.
Ronan moved into our space. His hand dipped between my thighs, fingers teasing and toying. His eyes flashed gold. “She’s fucking soaked.”
A grin spread across Trace’s face. “She loves to play.”
The sound of something being dragged across the floor had my head snapping up.
Dash pushed a set of foam box jumps next to us. “I want to see her on display. I want to see you feasting on what’s ours.”
My heart rate ratcheted up as the guys moved me in tandem, positioning me on the boxes. The leather was cold against my overheated skin, making my nipples pebble.
Colt let out a low growl. “So fucking beautiful.” His head bent, and he took the peak in his mouth, sucking deep.
I nearly bowed off the box.
“Still,” Trace commanded, tweaking my other nipple as he stood behind me, letting my head rest against him.
“Take pity on her, Trace. She’s trying so hard,” Declan said as he moved to my side, his fingers ghosting over my breast.
“Please,” I moaned. I needed them so badly it hurt.
“You aching, Mon Coeur?” Dash cooed.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Need to be filled?”
I nodded frantically.
Dash glanced at Colt. “Take her.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He shucked his sweats and moved between my thighs. His eyes blazed gold as they locked with mine.
“Please,” I whispered.
Colt thrust inside me in one swift move.
I cried out. With relief. With the stretch. With feeling everything.
Ronan’s finger found my clit as Colt thrust deeper.
“More,” I begged.
“So greedy, Little Bird.” Trace flicked out a hand, and purple sparks flew around all of us.
A series of groans lit the air, and my magic responded. An array of colors swirled in the air.
“It’s like I’m fucking inside her,” Declan gritted out.
Colt arched into me, impossibly deeper, and my magic surged again.
“Hell,” Trace growled.
Again and again, each tilt of Colt’s hips sent us all higher.
Ronan pressed down on my clit, and I shattered. Colt came on a shout, the other guys following behind him. A boom sounded, and the lights in the gym went dark.