“But… what if… what if she comes back?”
I step closer, bringing myself right next to her on the table. “Then let her see what we really are. Unless you’re ashamed of us?”
“No, but she’ll be?—”
I cut her off from saying anything else because I take out my cock, wrap my fist in her hair, and slowly push into her mouth.
Cain looks at me, fire in his gaze. “Come and suck her clit, Mal.” He glances at our friend.
Well, holy fuck, this just got interesting.
CHAPTER 7
Ophelia
I don’t understandwhat’s happening. One minute, I was saying goodbye to Daisy and cleaning up after breakfast, and the next I’m laid out on the table as if I’m the meal, and my men? They are acting like possessed demons. They’re feral, and intense, and truthfully, in this moment, more than a little scary. What’s even worse is that my body loves it.
I love the way Cain has wrapped his free hand around my throat, holding me down. I love the way he’s thrusting two fingers inside me. I love the way Roman has claimed my mouth. And most of all, I love the way Malachi is bending over me, lashing my clit with his wicked tongue.
It’s all too much. I feel as if I’m going to break apart. My body can’t bear this much stimulation. The sights, sounds, and smells of what’s going on, and all of it on this old, worn kitchen table. It’s obscene and yet so damn hot.
Though I don’t want to get caught, perhaps the knowledge that it’s possible helps to ramp up my arousal, too. We haven’t locked the front door, and anyone could walk in. Though my primary concern is Daisy—especially as she’s young and I really don’t want to traumatize her—we could just as easily be caught by Cain’s security, or worse, by one of the Vipers or Devils whomight swing by to check everything is okay. The thought of one of them watching, like maybe that crazy twin, Saint, while my Preachers worship my body, makes my head spin.
Roman grips my hair tighter, pulling at the roots. My face is turned toward him at the edge of the table, and I gaze up at him as he fucks my mouth. It’s hard to concentrate with Malachi paying so much attention to my clit, so I do my best to get my throat to relax and just let Roman take me. It makes me think of last night and how I woke up on the crest of an orgasm with his cock inside me. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up happier.
My first orgasm of this new day builds quickly. Cain’s fingers pump into me, and Mal suckles on my clit. Even with Roman fucking my mouth, my whole body tingles and my inner muscles tighten and relax, tighten and relax. I’m reaching for my climax, my back arching and thighs quivering.
“Not yet!” Cain snaps.
I could tell Roman was close, too—he’d been impossibly hard and building momentum—but even he stops at Cain’s words. He sucks air in over his teeth and steps back, his dick slipping from between my lips. He reaches down and fists the base, squeezing hard. His head is hung as he draws a shaky breath to regain control.
“But I was so close,” I pant. Cain pulls his fingers out of me and almost knocks Mal over as he pushes him away.
“You come on my cock, and not before,” he growls.
His big hands sweep up my body, tearing my dress as they go, until it hangs open, useless. I’m not wearing a bra—mainly because I don’t have much to put in one—and the dress wasn’t revealing in any way. Not that it seems to matter to Cain; he’s still gone feral over me.
He brushes his palms up over my hips, cupping my breasts, and then pinching my nipples. He plays with them, tweaking them until they’re crinkled, hard, and aching.
“I’d tell Roman to suck these, but his mouth is fucked up. So, Mal, while I screw her, you can do the honors.”
Mal smirks. “Be glad to.”
“Come on, pretty girl, the table isn’t the best place for what I have in mind.”
Cain carefully picks me up, making sure the wood doesn’t hurt my back, and carries me to the living area. He sits on the edge of the couch, on the thick, cushioned arm, and positions me on his knee so I’m facing away from him. He’s so big, my feet don’t even touch the floor. It’s a strange position to be in when I’m completely naked. The remains of my dress lie scattered across the table.
“Cain,” I protest, kicking my bare feet, but he silences me with one hand between my thighs and the other clamping over my mouth.
“Mal, take my cock out,” he orders.
Mal blinks, in shock. “What?”
“Jesus Christ, I’ve got my hands full. You’ve had your dick next to mine in her cunt, so don’t act coy now. Just do it.”
That c-word is like a slap across my face. It’s so… wrong. I heat in shame, and yet my pussy only gets wetter, helped in part by Cain’s fingers inside me again. I moan against his palm, inhaling the scent of his skin.
Mal comes to stand next to us. His gaze is intense, flicking between my face and Cain’s. He reaches into Cain’s running shorts. It’s obvious when his hand wraps around Cain’s cock, as Cain draws a sharp intake of breath. My pussy pulses in response. Malachi uses his other hand to pull down the waistband then pulls out Cain’s cock.
