To own her body, her mind, and I think us too.
If only she knew she already owns every ounce of me.
They both do. And the second I get my hands on Delilah, I’m going to make sure she knows that every promise I made, every breath I breathe, is for them.
“You threatened to kiss every single inch of me,” she says, her voice laced with lust. She looks at Breaker, who stands so close I can feel his heat and his want as if it were my own.
“Threats are a promise, are they not?” I ask. “I’d love to lick and kiss every inch of you, and obey every wicked command that slips past your lips.”
She bites her lip, breathing turning ragged. Then it’s like something in her lights up and she points to the floor again.
“Kneel,” she says, her perfect heart mouth curling up at the corner. “Both of you.”
“My beautifully dangerous Vixen, I’ll gladly kneel before you and drink from all you offer.” The second my knees hit the floor, Breaker is beside me, kneeling.
Fuck. The sight of him on his knees does something to me I didn’t know existed. Breaker doesn’t have a submissive bone in his body. He may be sweet, even gentle at times, but he’s unforgiving in his dominance. The only commands he takes are Reaper’s. Sometimes Striker’s but that’s rare because they are both too domineering to take orders from each other. Breaker will give me room to breathe, but he’s never let me control any aspect of what we do together.
Cora sees it too, and her eyes flash with newfound power. “Remove your shirts.”
Fabric rustles as we both comply, our shirts landing in heaps behind us. My cock pulses against my zipper with each beat of my heart.
She holds my gaze while her fingers hook under the thin straps of her dress, sliding them down her shoulders inch by deliberate inch. The silky material glides over her flesh, making me wish it was my tongue, before revealing the pale expanse of her skin, dotted with little freckles.
Beside me, Breaker’s breath hitches. His weight shifts forward.
She holds up a finger,tsking. “Not yet, naughty boy,” she teases. “I didn’t say you could get up.”
“He doesn’t listen well,” I remind her. “Hence his name.”
She grins. “If he wants to stretch my pussy, he will.”
“Jesus,” he growls, looking at me. “How do you stand this?”
“Impatiently,” I tell him, but my voice trails off as my gaze catches on the defined ridges of his chest, the many tattoos on his dark skin, the unmistakable outline pressing against his fly.
Cora’s dress whispers to the floor, snatching my attention. Black lace cradles her breasts, matching the thin strip of material between her thighs. I lean forward, and my knees scrape against the hardwood, making me still. Distant memories scream hollowly in the back of my head, but I ignore them, and remain frozen, watching as her thumbs hook into the delicate strings at her hips. The lace slides down, revealing pink flesh. The black material pools at her feet, and she kicks it aside. Reaching behind her, she unsnaps her bra and shimmies out of it, tossing the lace away.
Jesus, she’s so beautiful it hurts. Wearing nothing but heels, and standing before us like some small yet ferocious warrior, I decide right now that I’m a saint for remaining on the floor and not moving. I have to hand it to Breaker. He’s barely breathing, he’s so still.
“You’re keeping those heels on,” I tell her. The black heels with the red soles and the thin straps around her tiny ankles do something weird to me, verging on perverse.
“Fuck, Little Red,” Breaker groans. “Bring that pussy over here and let me sink my tongue into you.”
A wicked smile quirks the corner of her mouth, and she slides a finger over her pussy, gathering wetness. “Open,” she tells him. He obeys, and she slips her finger into his mouth, pressing it down on his tongue.
My hands tingle with the need to grab her. Bury my face in her glistening cunt. Drive my tongue into her and taste what he’s tasting now. When he sucks her finger clean and releases it with apop, I grow painfully hard imagining him taking my cock into his mouth, sucking hard and releasing me with that slick obscene sound.
“You’d look good with my cock in your mouth,” I tell him. His gaze darts to me then drops to my pants. That flicker of jealousy I saw last night flares, and I smirk in satisfaction, butwhen Cora sits at the edge of the bed, both our attention snaps back to her.
She leans back on the bed, propping herself on her elbows. Her gaze burns molten as she props first one foot on the edge of the bed, blocking her pussy from my view, then the other.
“This may be how I die,” Breaker says.
I have to agree. This devious teasing from our girl has my heart racing and my cock so hard, the front of my pants is damp with pre-cum.
Slowly, she parts her legs, and we’re graced with her pink clit and glistening delicate flesh. One leg lifts, and the heel of her black stiletto hits the center of my chest, digging into the black lines of the tattoo. My cock pulses at the flicker of pain. I grip her foot with one hand and press my lips to her ankle, dragging my gaze up from between her thighs to her eyes. My chest bursts with something brilliant and light. I would spend an eternity before her, doing anything and everything she asked of me.
Our naughty little Vixen stretches out her other leg, and the emerald green of her eyes shimmers as she rests her heel on Breaker’s chest.
