40. Riley
Dante’s lipsare firm against mine, and I put everything I have into our kiss. I want this man to know exactly how much I missed him.
And I want everything else he just asked me for too.
“You’re killing me, princess,” he mutters into my mouth, his cock rising under me when I finally end the kiss and carefully roll off him. He drives the heel of his hand against the thick bulge, chin-nodding at his brothers. “Now give me what I asked for, yeah?”
Heat fills the room as Maddoc and Logan look at me. I don’t need to ask if they want this too. We’re all on the same page, and the energy between us feels combustible.
Maddoc reaches for me, pulling me up into his arms while Logan carefully helps Dante sit up, propping him against the headboard with plenty of space left on the king-size bed for the rest of us. Maddoc doesn’t lay me down there, though. Instead, he holds me against him, kissing me rough and dirty, until Logan’s done.
Then he passes me over.
Logan fists my hair and stares into my eyes. “You want to be fucked.”
It’s not a question, and he doesn’t need an answer. He says it just to make me squirm; I can tell by the way his pale eyes flare with desire.
“God, yes, please,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around him, straining toward him for a kiss.
He pulls my hair harder, keeping me from reaching his mouth. Giving me a hot sting of pain that wakes up my body like nothing else.
Then he smiles, and it’s so fucking dirty that my panties flood with arousal. “Beg me again.”
“Please. God, Logan. Kiss me. Fuck me. Use me.”
He groans, or maybe that’s Maddoc, and finally takes my mouth. His kiss is all-consuming, and I’m panting for air when he passes me back to Maddoc.
His shirt is off now, and I run my hands up the bold, dark lines of the tattoo covering his chest and wrap them around his neck. “Kiss me like Logan did.”
He laughs, low and dirty, and squeezes my ass. “You know better than to tell me what to do, butterfly.”
My breath hitches. “Right. You like to be in charge.”
“No, I am in charge,” he corrects me. Then he proves it, owning me completely.
Logan comes up behind me while Maddoc is busy taking me apart, and when I feel his mouth—hot and demanding—on the back of my neck, I gasp, rolling my body against Maddoc’s.
He rips his mouth off mine. “You’ve got too many fucking clothes on.”
I don’t get a chance to respond. As soon as Maddoc lets my mouth go, Logan twists my head around and claims it. They pass me back and forth, working my clothes off between hot, demanding kisses and filthy, whispered promises, until I’m finally naked, sandwiched between them, with Dante looking on.
“You too,” I demand, tugging at Logan’s shirt. He whips it over his head, and pulls me against him again, flattening my breasts against the hard planes of his chest.
“Your skin feels like satin,” he murmurs, running his hands over me as Maddoc shucks off his pants. “So soft. So clean.”
“Dirty me up,” I beg, totally shameless. “Paint me with your cum.”
Heat flashes across Logan’s face, and the iron bar of his cock—still trapped in his pants—jerks between us. “No.” His hand dips between my legs. “I want it all inside you this time.”
“I want that too,” I gasp, grinding against him, wet and ready. “I need your cock. I need you and Maddoc to fuck me.”
“Fuck, princess,” Dante mutters from the bed, his voice dripping with lust. “You look so fucking good when you’re desperate for it.”
Logan spins me around, trapping me against him with my back against his chest and his shaft grinding against my ass. “Look what you do to my brothers.”
Maddoc’s cock juts out from his hard body as he watches us from the side of the bed, fully naked now, and Dante has his cock out too, a thick, angry pole in his tight fist as he watches the show I’m giving him with hooded eyes.
His body glistens with a bright sheen of sweat, his injuries standing out in stark relief, but he’s here, he’s alive, and he’s one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever seen. They both are.
“Can’t wait to get this in you again,” Dante says, slowly stroking himself. “Best fucking pain relief there is.”
“I’ve got some pain that needs relieving,” Maddoc growls, dipping his fingers into my pussy while Logan keeps me pinned against him. Maddoc fingers me, staring down into my face until he has me panting. “You wet enough to ride me hard?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my inner muscles clenching around his rough fingers. “I need more.”
He gives me one of those predatory smiles, then backs off, lying down on the bed next to Dante. His cock is so hard it lies flat against his stomach, and he runs his hand over it a few times, just the palm, then circles the base with his thumb and fingers and lifts it high.
“Come on then, butterfly,” he says, the thick shaft standing tall in his hand. “Come and get it. Give me some of that sweet-ass pain relief.”
“You heard him,” Logan murmurs in my ear, finally releasing my arms. “Go fuck my brother.”
My core tightens, desire like a coiled spring inside me, and I don’t waste any time crawling onto the bed between Maddoc’s spread legs, prowling up his body on my hands and knees to get what I need.
I get as far as his cock when he stops me, grabbing the back of my head and rubbing his shaft against my cheek.
“I’m gonna sink this straight into your pussy,” he promises, using his grip to turn my head so the tip rubs across my lips instead.
His slit leaks with his arousal, and I open for him, lapping some of it up. Moaning as the musky flavor of his sex turns me on even more.
“Get my cock ready,” he says, rocking up with short, shallow thrusts to push the tip deeper into my mouth. “I’m gonna fill that sweet, wet hole of yours with everything I’ve got. You want that, butterfly? You want my cum planted deep inside you? You want to be full of the men who love you?”
I can’t answer with my mouth full, so I suck him harder, pulling his cock deeper into my mouth and laving it with my tongue, then working his shaft down my throat until Maddoc starts cursing and grabs my hair, yanking me off.
“Don’t tempt me to shoot my load into that hot little mouth of yours,” he growls. “Get up here and get on my cock. You made a promise to my brother, and he deserves to get what he asked for.”
“Fuck,” Dante groans as I move up to straddle Maddoc. “I’m not quite sure what any of us have ever done to deserve a pussy like that, but I’ll fucking take it.”
Maddoc grips my hips, and I sink down onto his cock, letting it fill me to my core.
“I’ll fight for it,” he grits out, holding my gaze. “Every fucking time.”
“And I’ll kill for it,” Logan says with dark intensity, running his hand up my back, under the long waves of my hair, as I start riding Maddoc’s cock.
Being the focus of all their attention is like a drug, and I brace my hands on Maddoc’s chest as I fuck him, almost losing myself in the rising pleasure.
Logan brings me back to the present moment as he presses a palm between my shoulder blades, pushing me down until I’m lying chest to chest against Maddoc. Maddoc’s big hands cup my ass, working me up and down on his cock while Logan grips the back of my neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” Logan murmurs. “You’re radiant when you let yourself go like this.”
“For you,” I gasp, an orgasm rising hard. “Only for you.”
They know I mean all of them. They’re the only ones who get me like this. The only ones who understand what I need, and the only ones I ever want to get it from.
They’re my forever.
The realization crashes over me, and before I know it, I’m coming on Maddoc’s cock, panting against the crook of his neck as my pussy clenches around his shaft, over and over, in rippling waves of pleasure.
“Not yet,” he grits out, smacking my ass hard enough to sting. “You’re not milking my cum out of me yet, butterfly. You made a promise to Dante.”
“Yes,” I gasp, the aftershocks still rolling through me. It doesn’t matter. It’s not enough. I’m desperate and hungry for every piece of these men I can get, so grateful none of us died today that I just want to be reminded we’re all still alive.
“You gonna take Logan, too?” Dante asks, his voice husky with lust. “You want to feel his cock inside you, princess? You want to be stuffed full?”
I push myself back up, still impaled on Maddoc’s rock-hard cock, and turn to look over my shoulder at Logan. His eyes are blazing with the pale fire of his arousal, his attention completely focused on me with that unique intensity of his that I’m already addicted to.
“Fuck me,” I beg, making all three men groan. “Help me give Dante what he asked for.”
He got naked at some point, and his cock jerks against his abs, his muscles taut and rippling as he reaches for me.
“You want me inside you too.” He palms my ass cheeks, then pulls me open and drags his thumbs down my crease, massaging them over my asshole.
It sends a wild jolt through me, the tight little pucker sensitive in a way I never realized before Maddoc took me there. I fucking love it, already addicted to the new sensation, but right now, I crave something different. Something I’m not sure I can take, but that the darkness in me, the part that hungers for pain, finds irresistible.
“I want to feel you both,” I pant, rolling my hips as Maddoc’s fingers dig bruises into my hips. “But not… there. Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me exactly the way Maddoc is.”
Logan goes still, dark desire coming off him in a palpable wave, then he pushes me forward again, laying me flat on top of Maddoc.
“So wet,” he murmurs, running a finger around the ring of my pussy, already stuffed with Maddoc’s cock. “Is this where you want me?”
Maddoc cups the back of my head, keeping one hand on my ass, and pulls me up to his mouth. “What are you asking him for, butterfly?” he murmurs against my lips, holding me against him as he grinds against me, forcing his cock in as deeply as it will go. “Are you saying you’ve got room for both of us?”
I don’t know if I do. I don’t know if it’s even possible. But I do know one thing.
“I need both of you,” I gasp. “I need you both to take me.”
“Like this,” Logan says, sliding a finger into my pussy alongside Maddoc’s cock. “Is this what you want? You want me in here, too? With Maddoc?”
I nod, my heart racing and words failing me. It’s intense, just shy of pain, his single finger already stretching me to the point that I feel overwhelmed by the sensation.
It’s perfect. And even if it’s more than I can take, I want it.
“Please,” I beg as Maddoc groans, slowly thrusting in and out alongside Logan’s finger.
Then Logan adds another one, and tears spring to my eyes as it pushes me to my limit.
I start to shake, gasping and ducking my head against Maddoc’s chest, panting against him as he rubs his hand up and down my back.
“That’s it, butterfly,” he mutters, his voice tight with strain and his muscles like heated iron underneath me. “You can do it. Gonna remind you that you’re ours. Gonna share you with my brothers the way shit is meant to be between us.”
Logan pulls his fingers out, and I whine, clamping my internal muscles down on Maddoc’s cock, desperate for the overwhelming sensation I just lost, hungry to be filled in a way I never imagined before falling for these men.
Maddoc’s hands palm both sides of my ass, and he rocks me forward, spreading me wide while Logan lines himself up behind me.
Logan uses one hand to rub his hot cockhead against my entrance and holds me flat with the other splayed across my lower back. “You’re already stretched around Maddoc,” he says, an undercurrent of dark excitement to his voice. “Can you take it?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, already overwhelmed but craving more.
“It will hurt.”
I shudder, my whole body tightening at once. “Yes.”
Maddoc fists his hand in my hair, pulling my head back and giving me a look so hot it almost pushes me over the edge. “You’re hungry for it. You want to be totally owned, don’t you, butterfly? You want us to show you exactly how much you can take.”
It’s true. They’re the only ones I’ve ever trusted to do it.
“Breathe,” Logan says, slowly pushing the head of his cock against my entrance until the pressure becomes almost unbearable. Just before it breaks me, his cockhead breaches my pussy, sliding in just far enough to make him grunt.
Maddoc curses, his hips jerking upward before he catches them and forces himself still.
I can’t breathe. Tears spring to my eyes. It does fucking hurt. It aches in a way that demands all of my attention and awakens a deep, desperate hunger for more.
“The things you fucking do for us,” Dante murmurs. The slow, slick sound as he works his cock almost makes it feel like he’s inside me too. “You’re incredible, princess.”
I shudder, making all three men groan. “Love you,” I whisper, my senses completely overwhelmed.
“Use your safe word if it gets to be too much,” Logan says, his voice strained as he starts to work his way deeper inside me, a slow, delicious kind of torture that pushes every limit I have.
It’s the most intense sex I’ve ever had, and the closest I’ve ever felt to the men that I love.
“Look at me,” Maddoc demands when I start to shake again, my body just as overwhelmed as my spirit. He yanks my hair hard enough to draw a gasp out of me, centering me with the balance of pain.
I open my eyes, and his burn into me with a fierce, primal devotion that calls to my heart.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice like gravel. “There you are.”
Logan slowly rocks against me from behind, driving himself a little deeper, then a little deeper again, each short, shallow thrust making my body vibrate with rising tension, the best kind of tension, the kind that’s bound to wreck me completely when it snaps.
“You have all of me,” Logan says, carefully leaning over my back and grinding his hips against my ass in a slow roll. The movement makes Maddoc curse quietly and draws a moan out of me as it puts pressure on my g-spot. “You took my whole cock, wildcat.”
“I feel him inside you,” Maddoc grits out. “We’re splitting you open. Claiming this territory. Can you feel it? Can you feel that you’re ours, butterfly? Do you know who you belong to?”
“Oh god,” I gasp, the two cocks inside me making that truth inescapable. “Yes. You. All of you.”
They start to fuck me together, finding a perfect rhythm, like we really were meant to be.
They keep me tightly sandwiched between them, their hands holding me firmly in place and our three bodies moving in a slow dance as they alternate thrusts. Slow, but intense. Being stuffed so full has my world spinning on its axis and pushes my body to its limits, and when I lock eyes with Dante, using his hungry, vibrant green gaze as my anchor point, an orgasm rolls through me without any warning.
I gasp, my inner muscles tightening with the intense wave of sudden pleasure.
“Fuck,” Maddoc grits out, his body locking up underneath me as his cock swells in my pussy, making Logan hiss, his hips stuttering to a halt.
Then Logan moves, fucking into me just enough to take the pleasure and explode it into something deeper, and I scream, the sensation sending me flying.
“Oh, fuck yeah. You’ve never looked more fucking beautiful, princess,” Dante says, his voice hoarse. “You were made for this. Made for Reaper cock, made to take what my brothers give you. I wanna see their cum dirty up that greedy pussy of yours until it runs down your thighs. Show me how much you can take. Show me how it feels to let my brothers fuck you raw.”
Every word out of his mouth drags my orgasm out even longer, and even though neither Maddoc nor Logan is able to fuck me deep or go hard, I’ve never felt more thoroughly taken in my life. It’s fucking intense, and just when it starts to settle into a bone melting afterglow, Maddoc’s fingers bite into my ass, holding me in place as he slams his hips up.
“Fuck,” Logan grunts, his hard body shuddering above me as Maddoc’s hot release fills my pussy.
“Oh god,” I gasp, the feel of it setting off a chain reaction that has me coming again almost before I know it.
Logan curses again and starts to fill me with his cum too, continuing to slowly fuck me through it as my pussy gets sloppy, just the way Dante wanted.
“Such a filthy mess,” Maddoc murmurs, dipping his hand between my legs and rubbing his fingers through it, holding his cock inside me even as it starts to soften. He gives me a possessive look full of pure male satisfaction. “Dante’s right. You’re fucking beautiful when we dirty you up.”
“You are,” Logan agrees, pushing my hair off the back of my neck and leaning down to kiss me there.
It makes me shiver, causing me to clench around both of them again and sending another hot gush of cum down my thighs.
Both men groan as they slowly pull out of me, trailing hot kisses over my skin as they go.
“Fuck, that’s it. Spread your thighs and let me see, princess,” Dante grunts, jerking himself hard as he stares at my pussy with hooded eyes. “That right there is the only heaven I’ll ever need. If I had to, I could die fucking happy from seeing you like this.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I say, the bruises and lacerations covering him making that hit too close to home. “Not without giving me your cum too.”
I crawl over to him and push his hand away from his cock, then dip mine between my legs, using what was inside me as lubrication as I take over.
His abs ripple with tension, and he throws his head back, the muscles in his neck standing out like thick cords. “Fuck. Princess. Jesus.”
“Give it to me, Dante. Don’t make me beg.”
He sucks in a ragged breath, his eyes hot as he grabs the back of my head. “You fucking love to beg.”
“Only for you,” I whisper. “Only because I love you.”
He groans, then starts to come, shoving my head down just in time for me to open my mouth and swallow down his release.
“Fuck, that’s it, take what’s yours princess, fuck.”
His hand finally relaxes on the back of my head, and I slowly let his cock slide out of my mouth, then rest my head on his thigh, feeling boneless and complete and so fucking in love I have no words for it.
I don’t need any. This day has wrung everything out of all four of us, and my men are just as ready to collapse as I am. Maddoc and Logan clean us all up a little, then surround me as I curl up next to Dante, acting like a protective shield, their presence all the proof I need that they’re feeling it too.
Thisis where we belong.
This is what we were fighting for.
And whatever the fallout is now that West Point has fallen, this is how we’ll get through it. Together.