Chapter 26
My bedroom stank of cum. I wouldn’t care except it didn’t belong to me. My ribs burned as I shuffled against the headboard, giving room for Ray as he took Jonah’s place.
I could be patient. My lungs filled with prickly air. I could wait for my turn.
Sharing was possible.
Ray hiked up Lyra’s hips and ground his erection against her ass. He winked at me over her shoulder. Asshole. Jonah collapsed into the chair Ray had vacated, his expression slack with the glow of a fading orgasm.
I pulled my shoulders back and filled my lungs. I could be patient.
“You like that, don’t you, my pretty bride?” Ray had put the veil back on Lyra, with the top part flipped over.
He tugged on it until Lyra’s neck flashed. She didn’t reply. Her dark eyes, wide enough to take up her entire face, were pinned on me. My cock stirred at the banked heat in her gaze. She ran her tongue over her flushed lower lip.
I unbuttoned my pants and drew out my hard length. The weight heated my palm. I curled a fist at my base and drew it up, milking a drop of cloudy pre-cum. She tracked the movement, and her tongue darted out once more.
Ray, noticing that her focus wasn’t on him anymore, flattened his palm across her right ass cheek.
She whimpered and tossed him back a look that only encouraged him.
This wasn’t the expansive lovemaking she’d shared with Jonah.
But their connection crackled and filled the room, and we were all caught in their charge.
I meant what I said to Jonah earlier. Even though part of me stung to see her with others, I was also gratified. How could I adore her body with a velvet touch, or fuck her until she gasped with pleasure and humor?
We were a family a messed-up patchwork of trauma and terror. I wouldn’t change us for a second.
“Tell me you love how I fuck you,” Ray grunted.
His hips slapped Lyra onto the bed, and she muffled a giggle against the sheets.
“Oh, fuck yes, husband. Harder.” Lyra tossed her head back.
Ray faltered, and his chin hit his chest. Husband. It drained the playfulness from the room, and Ray slammed into Lyra like he needed to earn the title. I let the way it rolled off her perfect lips repeat in my mind. I clenched my fist to the word.
I’d never considered marriage until I saw Lyra in her white dress, fluttering her lashes and whispering the word like a brand. She knew marriage was the very least of what I wanted from her. Lyra crooked her finger at me.
“Are you just going to sit there and watch?”
I still couldn’t process the look on her face, and my throat strangled my response.
How could I be so lucky? To have almost destroyed her, and still have her want me?
I moved down the bed, shedding clothes before she changed her mind.
She traced the tattoos on my skin, jerking as Ray rolled his hips.
“You like them?” I groaned as her fingers grazed my hard cock.
“It does something for me.” She licked the smeared pre-cum off my tip. “Being on your skin.”
Only my skin? I caught a desperate laugh behind clenched teeth. My soul was painted with her. Ray tossed his head back and pouted because I took his moment.
“Sorry, spare.” I gasped as Lyra took me in her mouth.
Jonah chuckled from the chair, and color filled Ray’s cheeks. “No, you’re not.”
“Shut up, and fuck me, mio marito.”
Ray huffed out a breath before doing as he was told. He could fuck well, I gave him that. The adventurous, adrenaline-chasing playboy slipped his hand underneath Lyra and had her moaning around my cock, never losing his powerful stride.
“Good boy.” I winked.
“I can give you some pointers if you need.” Ray clenched his jaw, lost in the feel of her perfect pussy.
I had no interest in men, but I liked the way Lyra reacted. Flushed with naughty little thoughts, even as she split between the two of us. I threaded my fingers through her damp locks. Not to control, but to feel the movement.
Lyra was in every slam of my heart, every scorched pulse and flared nostril. She held the reins of three hellhounds and could whip me into a frenzy with just the twirl of her tongue. I thrust until her nails dug into my hips and forced me down.
“You’re not supposed to move,” Lyra swatted me before licking her way down my throbbing rod.
Ray ground his hips against her ass until she choked on me. Her waterline sprang with tears.
Jonah growled from the corner. “Easy with our girl.”
Lyra stiffened between us, her scream muffled by her lips wrapped around me.
Ray swore, his hips moving once, twice, before he folded over her back with a groan.
Lyra’s tongue moved in lazy swirls before she pulled off with a pop.
My cock slapped against my stomach, grazing a bandage.
As pain radiated through me, all I could think was, worth it.
Their spent panting filled the room. I lifted Lyra’s hand and pressed a kiss to her wrist. I wanted to taste the way her pulse ran like a flooded river. Salt and heat burst on my lips. Ray ran his hands down her body, whispering in Italian.
“You and those talented fingers, and that piercing.”
Maybe I should get a piercing?
Ray pulled out, staring at her pussy with gleaming satisfaction. “All my appendages are, mia volpe, don’t forget my tongue.”
Lyra’s laugh was husky, lust-soaked, and luscious as she tossed her head back. Ray crawled off the bed and collapsed on top of Jonah. Their limbs tangled with ease, and a moment went by before Ray slipped his tongue into the big guy’s mouth.
Lyra leaned against my thigh, and her teeth cut into her bottom lip.
My lungs burned as I waited. I had no right to ask or even beg. Even though Lyra came for me, enough time hadn’t passed for me to believe she’d forgiven me. She shuffled up the bed and traced the blank space over my heart.
“What do you want me to put here?” I wanted to remind her it was hers, all of me belonged to her.
She swung up over my hips and plastered her flushed chest to mine. Her heartbeat said what we couldn’t. My hands spanned her back and ran down her shoulder blades. It sufficed. I didn’t need her to say she loved me, yet. We’d been through too much for me to lose an inch of claim on her again.
The veil spilled down her back in a lopsided wave. But somehow, she made it look beautiful.
“You make such a delicious bride,” I flashed my teeth.
She reached for my hardened cock, fit it at her soaked entrance, and sank deep. I groaned. A mixture of ecstasy and pain warred inside me. Lyra gave an experimental rock of her hips.
“Does it hurt?”
“In the best way possible.” If she stopped, I might cry, and I hadn’t cried in my life.
My lip throbbed from where she bit me earlier, and I dragged my thumb across the tiny split and rubbed the ruby red into the blank space of my heart.
“Ruin me, Little Liar.”
“You asked for it,” she smirked.
My hands grappled with the fresh, cleaned sheets as she rose onto planted feet and bobbed up and down. The sight of my cock sinking in and out of her tight channel, the slight bounce of her perfect tits, and the way she came to me, marked and loved, overwhelmed me.
“She’s too beautiful, isn’t she, Chief?” Ray groaned.
My tongue was slack. I wanted to tell him to shut up, but it was taking all my focus not to blow my load every second she moved. I’d asked her to destroy me, and she took me seriously.
“Deadly. Powerful.” I grunted and squeezed her hip.
A galaxy. I’d seen it in her heated, chocolate gaze when she raced us on the edge of death.
But this was something different. Lyra spilled out in the room, her sweet scent, her soft pants, and the silken heat of her skin.
I couldn’t get enough. I could live forever in her arms, just like this.
Lyra took my lips, nipping before she soothed the sting. “Does this hurt?”
Yes. “Don’t stop.”
My cock carved a molten path against her pussy walls.
They fluttered as she ground her clit against my hips.
I urged her on, with broken cries. Pain seared through my lower abdomen, and the bandage spotted with red.
Lyra didn’t see it, couldn’t with her head tossed back.
She undulated as she used me, and it was perfect.
The edge came quick. Too quick. I caught my tongue between my teeth and tasted iron to keep from coming so soon.
Lyra showed no mercy. She grinned down at me, pressing her tits together.
I’d craved her for so many years, had possessed her for so little, and yearned for too long.
The rush of pleasure turned my veins to fire.
“Are you going to come for me?” She gloated.
Ray and Jonah shared a warm laugh at the look on my face. Twisted desire. I focused on my woman.
“Not before you,” I panted.
I gripped her hips and moved her against me until her voice cracked and hit that sweet spot I knew so well.
She let out a noise of abandon, followed by encouragement.
I didn’t need it, but I did as I was told.
I should call myself “good boy” this time.
Lyra shuddered above me, and her thighs clenched me tight.
I rolled a peaked nipple between my fingers until those universe-holding eyes opened wide and stared down at me.
I struggled to breathe. Each roll of Lyra’s hips pulled at my stitches and stretched my many bruises.
My orgasm threatened, hovering right on the edge I gritted my teeth against.
“Come for me, Little Liar,” I begged, forgetting my promise to myself earlier.
The only person I would ever beg for.
I needed her to explode with me, to know she missed the feel of me as much as I did her. She curled her hand over the blank space on my chest and sank her nails into the skin until I hissed.
“I’m there. Meet me,” Lyra panted.
As her orgasm rolled over her, mine rose to clash together.
Her tongue invaded my mouth, and I came in a wave of iron, salt and molasses.
With her lips on mine and chest glued to mine.
She kissed her way down my jaw while I stared unseeing at the ceiling.
The frustration of inaction earlier dissolved into languid warmth.
“Satisfied?” Lyra winked down at me, resting her elbow on my chest.
I grunted as it jabbed a bruise. “I’ve been in bed for ten days. Not even close to being done.”
Lyra’s phone interrupted our warm moment, ringing from the dresser. She swung off me before I could tell her to stay. Ray covered his mouth to smother a laugh-shaped sound. Stupid Spare.
“Tell Adelaide she can share her best friend for once.” I’m sure I pouted.
“Jealous?” Lyra looked at me through her lashes.
“Yes, are you surprised at this point?”
Lyra laughed. “It’s not Adelaide. One of our errant leads has led us back to Larson, and you’ll never guess where he is.”
I was already off the bed, and I tugged my shirt over my shoulder, ignoring the protest from my lingering evidence of torture. Maybe I could inflict the same on Larson.
“Where?”
Ray and Jonah followed.
“Right here. Greenich Bay. It seems he’s come to us.”