I start fucking him the way I’d never dream of fucking someone else. Vicious, hard thrusts that have me clenching my teeth because it feels so damn good.
His cock hardens in my hand, and I stroke from root to tip, over and over. Twisting my fist, drawing all the moans and groans from his unwilling lips.
“Beg me, and I’ll give it to you.”
Riot hisses a curse that makes me laugh. I bite his shoulder, digging my teeth in deep, right over the spot where I put my bonds all those years ago.
“Please, Alpha, give it to me. Make me come.”
I pause, my fingers digging into his flesh, and then I surge forward, snapping my hips and driving out cry after cry.
He shudders and clenches around me, his cum spurting out of his cock and running down my fingers, but I’m blind to it. I’m driving into him, chasing my own release, pushing him and myself into a deeper and darker union. I let go of his cock and push my wrist against his mouth.
“Bite,” I say in a gravel rough voice.
He sinks his teeth into my arm. The pain and the hot, slick pleasure of his hole sends me out of my mind. I lose control, rutting against him, driving deep until I paint his insides with my cum, spurt after spurt.
I relax my hold on his shoulder, withdrawing my teeth and kissing softly over his nape. He shivers, and goosebumps rise. I want to stay here and just lick them all. I want her with us, between us.
Guilt presses in, and I peel away from Riot.
We’re both quiet as we walk back to the cabin. She sees us and cocks her head to the side. Somehow she knows.
I snarl at her, feeling defensive and somehow still guilty. I stomp up the steps to the cabin, but she grabs my wrist, right over the bite Riot gave me.
“Your relationships with each other are yours,” she says under her breath. “Who and how you love is your choice.”
“So, you’d be all right with all of us fucking right here?” I spit out crudely.
She shakes her head as if amused. “Love whoever you want, Khaos, however you want. I think in this world, love is in short supply.”
Casey stands up and gives me a small smile and walks away.
Now I feel like an ass for an entirely different reason but also relieved. Riot flicks a smile at me.
“Told you.”
Casey
I walk out andpick up my axe, only to realise that all the wood is chopped. I turn in a large circle and then, with a huff, bury the head of the axe into the stump.
“You cut my wood.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“I want you.”
That simple sentence turns my body to molten heat.
“Riot,” I moan.
He jumps from the tree and lands in a crouch behind me. “Let’s go for a run.” He breathes and circles around me. He stops when he gets to my front again and looks me up and down, biting his lower lip in a way that makes my own jaw ache.
“Riot.”
“Keep saying my name like that, love, and we won’t be walking anywhere.”
