Chapter 16 Cora
CORA
Ablaring horn jolts me from sleep. My eyes fly open, momentarily disoriented as I try to make sense of the tangle of limbs surrounding me. The dim light of the Red Room reveals I’m completely entwined with three men on the massive bed.
Dominic’s arm is wrapped possessively around my waist, his muscular chest pressed firmly against my back.
His breath comes in warm, steady puffs against my neck, tickling the sensitive skin there.
When I attempt to shift, his grip immediately tightens, pulling me closer against the hard planes of his body.
Even in sleep, he’s determined to maintain control.
“Stay,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. His lips brush against my shoulder in what feels dangerously close to a kiss.
Ryder lies half on top of me, his head resting on my stomach, one arm draped across my thighs.
His lean body stretches across Liam, who’s pressed against my other side.
Liam spoons me from the other direction, one of his legs hooked over mine, his arm stretched beneath my pillow.
Ryder’s weight on top of him doesn’t seem to bother Liam in the slightest.
The horn blares again, longer this time. I feel Ryder stir against my stomach, his eyelashes fluttering against my skin.
“What the fuck is that?” he groans, not bothering to lift his head or move his body off mine.
I’m trapped in a cage of warm, male bodies, surrounded by the scent of sex and expensive cologne.
Part of me wants to panic—I shouldn’t feel this comfortable being claimed so thoroughly by three men who, hours ago, were bent on revenge against my father.
Yet here I am, with Dominic’s possessive arm around me, Ryder’s weight anchoring me down, and Liam’s breath warming my shoulder.
“Time,” Liam murmurs against my hair, his voice clearer than the others. “Signal that we have to get to the orgy room.”
“Orgy room?” I ask, my voice rising with disbelief. “What the fuck is that?”
The question cuts through the fog of sleepiness surrounding us. Dominic’s body tenses against mine, his previous drowsiness vanishing instantly. He props himself up on one elbow, fully alert now. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face as he looks down at me.
“It’s where all the hunters and prey convene for the next twenty-four hours,” he explains, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that sends involuntary shivers down my spine. “To fuck in the same room. Exhibitionist style.”
My mouth goes dry at his words. “You mean—everyone? All together?”
“That’s precisely what he means,” Liam chimes in. “The hunters who caught prey, the prey who were caught. All in one space, performing for each other. And the hunters who didn’t catch prey watch.”
Ryder finally lifts his head from my stomach, his green eyes locking with mine. “Think of it as where everyone gets to show off their... skills.”
“I didn’t sign up for that,” I protest, though my voice lacks conviction. After everything we’ve done in this room, the thought of doing it with an audience shouldn’t feel so intimidating—yet it does.
“You signed the contract,” Dominic reminds me, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. “But you don’t have to participate actively. Some just watch.” His smirk deepens. “Though I doubt you’ll be satisfied just sitting on the sidelines.”
The horn sounds again, more insistent this time.
“Third call,” Liam says, finally untangling his limbs from mine and sitting up. “We should get moving.”
I feel a flutter of panic at the thought of being on display for others, but also an undeniable curl of heat low in my belly. These three men have already stripped away so many of my inhibitions in just hours.
“Do I have a choice?” I ask.
“No, you don’t have a choice,” Ryder says, his tone softening as he sees the anxiety flash across my face. He slides off the bed and stands, reaching for his scattered clothes. “But we’ll protect you. No one else touches you but us.”
“Just us,” Dominic confirms, his voice leaving no room for debate as he rises from the bed. “You’re ours now.”
I should be offended—I’m not property to be claimed—but after the hours we’ve shared, the idea of belonging to these three men feels strangely comforting.
Liam hands me the remains of my dress. “This won’t cover much,” he says with a smirk, eyeing the torn fabric.
I hold up the gray scraps that barely constitute clothing anymore. One shoulder strap hangs by threads, the hemline ragged where Dominic tore it earlier. I struggle to arrange it over my body, acutely aware of three pairs of eyes watching my every move.
“It’ll have to do,” I mutter.
The hallways blur as they lead me through the maze, Dominic’s hand firmly around my waist, Ryder and Liam flanking us. When we reach the orgy room, my breath catches in my throat.
The space is massive, dimly lit with red lights casting sinful shadows across entwined bodies. The air feels thick with sex and sweat, punctuated by moans and the rhythmic sounds of flesh against flesh. My eyes dart nervously around the room, taking in the debauchery on display.
On one side, three masked men move together in perfect synchronicity, their bodies creating a fluid chain of pleasure that reminds me of my men—when they became my men, I don’t know.
I look away, only to find my gaze landing on Vane Blackwood, who is wearing a green mask and has a woman suspended from the ceiling in an intricate rope harness, her body completely at his mercy as he circles her like a predator.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Come,” Dominic commands, his fingers wrapping around my wrist. He pulls me away from the center of the room, where most of the action seems to be happening.
Ryder and Liam follow close behind as Dominic leads us toward a secluded alcove nestled in the corner.
Heavy velvet curtains partially shield it from view, though they’re drawn back enough to still provide a clear line of sight for anyone interested in watching.
The alcove features a plush, circular couch upholstered in deep crimson.
Dominic wastes no time. The moment we’re inside the alcove, he begins stripping off his clothes. His eyes never leave mine as he removes each piece, his expression hungry and determined.
“Sit on my dick,” he orders once he’s completely naked, his hard cock standing proudly against his abdomen. “Now.”
My breath catches. Despite everything we’ve done in the room we were in, the boldness of his demand in this semi-public setting sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe, surprising myself with how easily the word falls from my lips.
Dominic’s eyes darken at my response. He sits on the edge of the couch and reaches for me, his strong hands gripping my hips through the tattered remains of my dress.
With trembling fingers, I push aside the torn fabric, not bothering to remove it completely. I straddle him, positioning myself above his cock, my thighs bracketing his muscular ones.
I sink down onto him with an enthusiasm that should shock me, taking him to the hilt in one fluid motion. The full sensation makes me gasp, my body stretching to accommodate his size.
Dominic groans, his lips finding my ear.
“That’s it, good girl,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.
“I’ll never get enough of your perfect cunt.
” His hands grip my hips harder as I rock against him, controlling my movements with his strength.
His eyes never leave mine, even as he speaks to Ryder over my shoulder.
“Get her ass ready,” he commands, his voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “I want to feel you inside her while I’m fucking her.”
My breath catches sharply. I freeze atop him, my inner walls clenching around his cock at the mere suggestion.
I’ve had anal sex before—awkward, slightly painful encounters with college boyfriends—but nothing like what he’s suggesting.
The thought of both men inside me simultaneously sends a confusing mix of terror and arousal rushing through me.
“I—I don’t know if I can,” I stammer, but my body betrays me with a fresh rush of wetness around Dominic’s cock.
“You can,” Dominic says with absolute certainty. “And you will.”
I glance over my shoulder as Ryder moves behind me, producing a small bottle of lube from somewhere. The cool slickness of his fingers against my ass makes me gasp and instinctively tighten around Dominic.
“Relax,” Ryder murmurs, his free hand gently rubbing circles on the small of my back. “I’ve got you.”
As I watch him, Liam approaches Ryder from behind. My eyes widen as I realize what’s happening—Liam squeezes lube onto his fingers and reaches between Ryder’s cheeks. Ryder groans but doesn’t stop preparing me, working a finger slowly into my ass while Liam does the same to him.
I’m mesmerized by how Ryder maintains his focus on me even as Liam stretches him open.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my hips beginning to move again on Dominic. “Nothing is sexier than seeing you with each other like this—so fucking dominant and masculine while still taking pleasure from each other.”
Dominic’s eyes darken. “You like watching men fuck men, baby girl?”
I nod. “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His hand slides up my body, past my neck, until his fingers tangle in my hair. With one swift movement, he yanks my head down until our faces are inches apart. His eyes burn into mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
“Eyes on me,” he growls, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave that makes my insides clench. “Don’t look away. Not for a second.”
I gasp as he thrusts up sharply into me, still maintaining that unwavering eye contact. Behind me, Ryder’s fingers continue their careful work, stretching me open patiently.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, finding it nearly impossible to look away even if I wanted to.
“Good girl,” Dominic purrs. “Now breathe deep and relax that pretty ass. We’re both going to fuck you at the same time.”