Rafe and Ash carried on a quick conversation to one side.
The two of them stood naked and proud, cocks at attention.
Rafe made a hand motion toward me, and Ash nodded.
He deferred to Rafe, but there was respect in their relationship and the way they treated me.
Bishop stopped with half his cock inside me. He withdrew and entered me again, taking a completely different approach from Ash.
They were so different from the monsters I’d been told about. Nothing about them scared me.
I hooked my heels in the back of Bishop’s thighs and drew him closer. “More, Bishop.”
“You’ll have all of me.” He kissed the underside of my jaw.
“You’ll have as much as you can handle, and then some.” He pushed deeper with every word, filling me so completely I felt it in my belly.
I’d never seen a cock as big as any of theirs, much less experienced it.
Now that I’d had them, I never wanted to go back.
Bishop shifted his stance so my legs fell further apart.
His kisses slowed.
The rasp of his tongue traveled from my collarbone to my nipple.
Then, Rafe and Ash were there.
The three of them worked so seamlessly, I barely understood it.
I recognized each touch.
From the way Rafe pinched my nipple a little too hard—but in a way that made my pleasure spike—to how Ash bit and nipped at my ribs before he kissed me.
I languished in the attention and lifted my hips to meet Bishop’s thrusts.
More.
The thought barely crossed my mind before Bishop answered me with his full length.
One hand slid between us, and he pressed his thumb into my clit while rocking his hips. “Come for me, Little Viper.”
I’d never been one for nicknames, but this one grew on me.
Little Viper.
It gave me a place with them, a title that sounded badass instead of cute.
Bishop had learned all about me in a short amount of time.
He knew how to meet me when I arched my back, silently asking for more.
He understood that I loved having pressure on my clit.
It was easier when I rode them, but Bishop wasn’t about to back down.
The pressure of his thumb on my clit increased.
