“Come here,” Viper says, gripping my hair with one hand as he shoves his pants down far enough to free himself. My gaze drags back to the bright turquoise of his eyes. “Open for me.”
My lips part greedily, desperate to please. To be owned. To feel every promise they made. His hand spans my jaw, thumb skimming over my lips, brushing away the grainy dirt. His lips part, the pulse in his throat quickens, the hunger in his gaze brightening as I lick my lower lip.
“Suck the tip, Sweetheart,” he orders, voice guttural. He smears the slick tip of his cock over my mouth. I lick the hot slit, savoring the clean, salty flavor of him, my eyes locked on his. The throaty moan he lets out as I suck the tip makes my pussy clench.
“Fuck.” Breaker’s hot gravelly moans against my skin, the way he thrusts forward, sends me higher. “Suck it harder, Tiny Thing. Make him beg for his girl.”
I suck and Viper’s head falls back, exposing his throat.
“Oh, fuck, that’s so good.” His thumb skims the corner of my mouth as his cock slips in. My lips catch at the head, then slide down the thick shaft. The moment he bottoms out, hitting my throat, my hunger grows, that feral thing in me pleading for more, filthy with need, soaking up his praise. “Good girl, take me all the way.”
My moan drives him, and Viper thrusts wildly into my mouth as Breaker fucks me. My nails dig into the dirt and I meet each drive of his hips, until I’m groaning around his cock, saliva sliding down my chin to my neck.
He pulls out, gripping my hair and yanking my head back. “You want more,mo leannan?”
“Yes, please.” The beg is feral, barely even sounding like me.
Breaker leans back up, thrusts slowing, as he grips my ass, spreading me open. I gasp, pulling cold air into my lungs as Reaper grips my jaw, turning my head toward Striker. Striker’s hand slips around the base of his cock, already free and ready, angling it toward my lips, thick and swollen, slit wet with pre-cum.
“Suck his cock, greedy girl,” Viper says as he grips my ass cheek, pulling me open. His finger skims along my hole, and I arch my back, allowing Breaker to fuck me deeper as Viper presses the tip of his finger into me.
Something wild flares through my veins, hungry and screaming for more. For them to be rougher. Fuck me hard and fast and dirty.
For them each to take me, use me.
Want me.
Cold air bites at my cheeks as Striker slips the head of his cock over my lips. I open for him, tongue darting out to lick the slit. Seawater and a clean sharpness flood my tongue. A glint of darkness clouds his gold eyes as I wrap my lips around him. Pleasure curls in my core as he slides in slowly, letting me taste his want. I work him with my tongue, hollowing my cheeks, keeping our gazes connected.
“Just like that,” Striker grates, thrusting forward hard enough that I gag.
His hand fists my hair, holding me still as he fucks my mouth. With Breaker’s harsh grip on my hips, Reaper’s hand on my cheeks, Viper’s finger moving into my ass, the heat in my belly rises, fissures forming in my molten core.
“Fuck,” Striker groans, popping free of my mouth.
“Come here, Kitten,” Reaper says. He grips my jaw as my body rocks back and forth from Breaker’s brutal thrusts, his warm fingers digging into my cold cheeks. He slips two fingers past my lips, pumping them in and out. I suck, savoring the earthy flavor mixed with dirt and skin. With his other hand, Reaper unbuckles his belt, and the entire world stops.
The darkening woods grow still, like every creature watching over us holds its breath. Breaker’s punishing fucking slows. Viper’s finger pressing into me eases as Striker’s grip in my hair tightens.
The metallic clink of his belt coming undone, then the grate of his zipper, cut through the air. I bite down on his fingers, my eyes locked on his hand as he pushes his fatigues down far enough that his cock springs free.
The world narrows to just him. To the tanned flesh and the chevron of muscle from his hips to his thick length.
“Come here, Kitten,” he rasps, voice velvety and full of want.
A twig snaps, and my focus expands to the press of bodies around me, barely blocking the scrape of icy wind on my bare skin. To the black-painted hunger in Reaper’s eyes. My whole body trembles from the feral coiling of something inside me. Something dark that’s lived in my blood ever since they took me. A solid, strong, and unbreakable thing that can withstand anything.
They didn’t break me.
They shaped me. Carved me into someone stronger and ready to fight.
For myself and Cora.
For them.
I’m ready to defend what is mine.
“Open for me,” he commands.
