Chapter 56
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H awke commanding us all has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Being his perfect, obedient toy when it’s just the two of us sends me into maddening spirals of lust. However, the sight of my other two powerful and strong men following his orders and doing exactly as he says without question, this moment will be forever embedded in my psyche. Carved indelibly in granite like an ancient monument to worship at the altar of old gods.
He fills that chair in the same manner he did the very first time I met him while hidden behind his mask. Only now I get to see the truth of him. Muscled and composed and domineering in the way he so effortlessly manages to be. With sapphire eyes burning into me the whole time I’ve been allowing Angel to witness just how much I enjoy being his, after turning inside out at the sight of him and Grey together.
I’m only human, after all, and gladly giving Hawke everything feels like the most correct decision I could ever make.
As he works his pants, freeing his erection that has me salivating for the opportunity to take him into my mouth, too, and chase after that feeling of being blissfully filled, I hook the fabric of my dress over my head, followed by removing the already half pulled down bra.
Those piercing eyes darken at the sight of me laid almost bare, wearing only my lace panties. I do exactly as he instructed. Only, I’m ready to give him something even more, because he needs to know that I meant everything I said.
I crawl.
With each shift of my hands, one after the other, and my knees moving across the carpet stretching between us, I feel just how full and heavy my breasts are. Three sets of eyes follow my movements, and my skin comes alive, covered in tingling pricks of delicious awareness.
My stomach caves, and the butterflies these men are always responsible for have taken full, swarming flight.
By the time I reach his boots, slickness coats my inner thighs. I’m so goddamn turned on and needy for all of him, for the three of them, ready to demonstrate to each of these men that I’m theirs just as much as they’re intent on showing me that they own me.
When I pause and settle in the spot between his spread knees, which I know is the exact place he expects me to occupy, I don’t meet his eyes. Not yet. Instead, I soak up every weighted ounce of his gaze while keeping my head lowered. Goosebumps flutter down my arms when I feel that heated inspection roam across my throat, my breasts, and my shoulders with a ghosting sensation that scalds my skin as powerfully as though he’s actually touching me. My nipples ache so badly; I can feel the squeeze of his strong fingertips as if they’re plucking and pinching the stiffened buds.
One of his hands finally reaches for my chin, and when he tilts my face to look up at him, there’s absolutely no hope in hell of remaining in solid form. The look Hawke gives me is one of a man who is pleased by me, and that right there is the blow torch that melts me into a pathetic little pool on the floor at his feet.
There isn’t a limit to what I’d do to receive that kind of look from this man again.
“Very good,” he murmurs, and that rich tone has a direct line to my clit. My blood hums and purrs and throbs for him.
“Be a good girl and stand up so I can see my pussy.”
My legs are just as shaky as my breathing.
Hawke grips the waistband of my panties in one fist; I think partly to remind me that he’s in total control right now, but also, it steadies me as he drags me forward to make sure I stand wedged between his thighs.
As I swallow down the surge of whimpering noises that want to climb up my throat, he crooks a finger and uses that to run a knuckle over the thin layer of fabric covering my seam. In doing so, he presses over my clit, then arches an eyebrow at me. Trembles flood my limbs at the need for relief, for him to properly touch me, for him to give me permission to come apart at his hand. Except, the commanding beautiful asshole he is, the man pauses and rubs that knuckle back and forth over that sensitive bundle of nerves with agonizingly light strokes.
It’s enough to have me lifting my hips and chasing his grazing, leisurely strokes, and yet it’s nowhere near enough pressure to actually resolve the painful, throbbing need below that fragile layer of fabric.
“Drenched.” He says the word with all the haughty disdain that I’ve come to be addicted to.
“Yes, Sir.” I breathe out.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Please, I’ve been good, I promise.” Begging might be my only hope.
“Agreeing to something like that wasn’t being good .” The blue in his eyes has deepened to a regal hue with each moment I’ve been standing here in front of him, with his cock thick and glistening at the tip, taunting me with how close he is, yet not giving me permission to touch him yet.
It’s the first hint of emotion there, in amongst the game we’re playing, it’s another of those small cracks to peer through and hope to be able to understand his heart and mind.
“But it means I’m staying here with you.” My voice falls to a whisper. “I’m a fool for you, Hawke Calliano. I meant every word I said before, and you don’t ever have to say anything back. I know you can’t, but I need you to know I’m yours.”
That sharp jawline, those intense eyes, that mouth—I want to feel him everywhere on my body—all drag me to a place where time evaporates. Hawke leans forward in his chair, wraps heated palms around my waist with both hands, and lets his mouth drag over the swell of my stomach.
He looks up at me as he kisses my skin and nips with his teeth, and all those words he cannot say are right there in his gaze. With the pinch of his teeth, he tells me. Hawke tells me of his feelings, even if it’s not love, even if he doesn’t have words to adequately express it, he’s branding it there in my skin, leaving bruises and stings that I’ll treasure.
I haven’t been told I’m allowed to touch him, but fuck it, I let my hands thread into his dark hair and hold him there as I stare back into his blue irises and give him my own silent words in return.
Please be in this with me. Please absolve me of all these hurts, and let me take away yours in return. Please trust me enough that we’ll figure out how to survive this.
Hawke studies me, winding my neediness higher and higher the longer his lips and stubble drag across the softness of my stomach. It’s nowhere close to where I wish he’d put that mouth, but I’ll take having him speak to me like this anytime.
Eventually, he gives me a final nip of his teeth, followed by a wicked stroke of his tongue to ease the jolt of sharp pain, then hooks his fingers below the seam of my soaked panties .
“Angel gets this pussy first.” He holds me firm in his sights while allowing a finger to sink inside me. The sensation of finally being touched properly nearly makes my knees buckle. “He can stretch you out properly for the two of us to enjoy.”
His voice dips low as the filthy sound of how wet I am fills the air.
“Let’s see how perfect this cunt looks, swallowing two cocks at the same time.”