4. Blade #2
I didn’t need him to finish. I could feel it in the way her whole body responded, the way her inner walls clenched around me every time Viper pushed deeper.
Her hands, which had been digging into my back, slid down to grip my ass, pulling me in harder, a silent, desperate plea for more.
It was a stark, beautiful contrast to the guarded woman we’d played poker with downstairs.
Stryker leaned over her, his body a warm, solid presence beside us. He trailed a line of kisses from her shoulder to her ear.
“You’re taking both of them so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice a low, rough vibration against her skin. “So beautiful like this.”
A shuddering breath escaped her, muffled around Viper’s cock. Her control, that rigid, carefully constructed armor she wore, was cracking. I could feel myself approaching my climax and I pulled out, fisting myself as I moved around the bed.
"Your turn, Stryk," I said easily, and he moved between her legs without hesitation, his expression enraptured as he wasted no time in sliding between her thighs and into her.
Both of them groaned in tandem, though hers was muffled around Vipers cock still pistoning in and out of her.
I fisted myself watching her expressions, watching the flush move along her body, until I felt my release coming and I aimed at her stomach.
Long thick streams of cum painted her stomach and even hit her tits, making her flinch slightly at the warmth.
Stryker grunted, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic, and with a final, deep push, he found his own release inside her, burying his face in her neck as he shuddered.
A moment later, Viper followed, stilling as he poured himself down her throat.
Nora took it all, swallowing instinctively, her body a limp, pliant vessel for our pleasure.
When it was over, the room was quiet again, save for the sounds of our heavy breathing.
Viper withdrew gently, and Stryker rolled off her, collapsing onto the bed beside her.
I watched her for a long moment. She looked dazed, utterly spent, but there was a new softness to her features, a relaxation that hadn't been there before.
Stryker was the first one to move, getting up and disappearing into the adjoining bathroom.
He came back a moment later with a warm, damp washcloth and a dry towel.
He cleaned her face, stomach and pussy gently, his touch surprisingly tender.
Viper settled in on her other side, pulling a corner of the duvet over all of them.
I moved to the head of the bed, propping a pillow behind my back and pulling her tired, pliant body into my arms. Instinct took over as I ran my fingers through her thick blonde hair.
Her breathing evened out almost immediately and I looked down at her, at her still form nestled against my chest. The black and gold mask was still on her face, a stark reminder of the party downstairs that we had completely forgotten.
Viper broke the quiet. “She’s out.”
“She’s exhausted,” Styker corrected, his voice a low rumble. He was stretched out on her other side, one arm thrown possessively over her waist. “Completely wrecked.”
“Good,” I murmured, my gaze still on her face.
I could see the faint smudges of mascara beneath her eyes, the way her lashes cast dark shadows on her cheeks.
She looked peaceful. Unburdened. It was a stark contrast to the wary, observant woman who had sat at our poker table, nursing her champagne and trying so hard not to let us see how we affected her.
“She’s nothing like Hannah,” Viper said, stating the obvious. Hannah had been a whirlwind of manufactured drama and constant need for attention. Nora was… quiet. Solid. Like she’d been carved from a single piece of stone, even when she was falling apart.
“Thank fuck for that,” Stryker grunted from her other side. “Last thing I need is another woman crying because I forgot the anniversary of the first time we fucked.”
That pulled a rough laugh out of me. The movement jostled Nora slightly, and she stirred, murmuring something in her sleep and burrowing deeper into my chest. Her hand came up to rest on my stomach, her fingers curling into the hair there.
The gesture was so trusting, so unconscious, that it sent a strange warmth spreading through my chest. It was more intimate than the sex had been. More dangerous.
“She’s different,” I said quietly, more to myself than to them. “She tries so hard to hold it all together.”
“Until she doesn’t,” Viper added. “And then she falls apart beautifully.”
We fell into a comfortable silence again, the three of us listening to the sound of her breathing.
It felt strangely right, the four of us tangled together in this ridiculously expensive bed in a house that wasn't ours. Like we’d been doing this for years.
I looked at the other two, saw the same thought mirrored in their expressions.
We were all thinking it. None of us wanted this to be a one-night thing.
“I’m not letting her walk out of here tomorrow,” Stryker said, his voice firm. It wasn't a question. It was a declaration.
Viper and I both looked at him. He was staring down at Nora, his expression unreadable in the soft light.
“We don’t even know if she wants that,” I pointed out, though I knew my own argument was weak. I wanted the same thing.
“She’ll want it,” Stryker said, with a certainty that bordered on arrogance. “She just doesn’t know it yet.”
His possessiveness should have bothered me.
It should have set off alarm bells. But it didn't. Because I knew it wasn't about ownership, not with him and not with the two of us. It was about protection. About providing the safety she’d admitted she craved.
And looking at her, so peaceful and trusting in my arms, I couldn't find a single argument against it.
"Nora," I asked, whispering close to her ear, "can I take the mask off now?"
She nodded sleepily, before snuggling closer into my chest. As Stryker and Viper found their way on either side of us, I shifted slightly, reaching up with my free hand to gently untie the ribbons of her mask.
It came away easily, and I set it on the nightstand.
Without it, she looked younger, more vulnerable.
Her face was soft, relaxed in sleep, with a small, almost imperceptible scar above her left eyebrow.
“Let's let her sleep,” I said, my voice low. “We’ll figure everything else out later. Nobody will come looking for us in here anyway.”
They both nodded, and we settled in, the three of us forming a protective circle around her. I pulled the duvet up higher, tucking it around her shoulders. She sighed in her sleep, a soft, contented sound that seemed to settle something deep inside me.
I closed my eyes, but sleep was a long way off. I was too aware of the woman in my arms and of the strange, terrifying, and exhilarating feeling that we were all standing on the precipice of something life-altering.