Eve
Atlas is tense, the muscles in his back tight as he climbs ahead of me. We had an amazing night together and I hope he doesn’t feel like it’s ruined now, but Kor needs me. If the hopeless look in his eyes when I caught him downstairs wasn’t enough, then the violent one when he saw the blood on his hand would have been.
Kortez is lost and maybe, just maybe, he needs me to find him.
I wait for Kor to follow us in the bedroom before shutting the door. Silence greets me as I turn and rest my back against the wood, eyes darting to take in the two men standing in front of me.
Atlas watches Kor, his eyes darting from Kor’s face to the blood beginning to slow its drip from the palm of his hand.
Kor is watching me. Every time he looks at me it’s like I’m being hit with a ton of bricks. His eyes are so full of…devotion. Not just the loving kind, though. It’s the kind full of obsession and possession, like he’s trying to figure out how he could leave his mark on me this time.
I have to clear my throat before I can speak. Just standing in front of them like this in nothing but Atlas’s T-shirt is enough to have my mouth watering and my thighs clenching. They look at me like they know it, too.
“Are you guys ready for bed or…?”
Kor huffs out a chuckle as Atlas’s head tilts to the side. “We’ve got you right where we want you, Eve. Half-naked and panting for us to touch you. Why would we ruin this moment and go to sleep?”
Kortez toes off his shoes as his shirt gets pulled over his head. “Get on the bed, Evie.”
My eyes widen. Are they saying what I think they are?
A pocketknife lands on the bed as both Kor and Atlas strip out of their pants, their gazes locked on me and my heaving chest.
“Now, Evangeline. Don’t make us tell you again.”
I cross my arms over my chest, making sure to use my forearms to press my breasts up. “Or what?”
Both of them are quiet for a moment before Atlas nudges Kortez. Kor nods and walks over to me, yanking my arms and spinning me around until my chest is pressed against the door and my arms are held behind my back.
Breath hits the back of my ear as his lips trail their way up my neck. “Lose the attitude, Evie. Atlas and I had ten years to plan all the things we wanted to do to you.” His hand slides over my mouth to muffle my scream as he bites into my neck. Kor lets out a hum as he licks up the welling blood. “You’re in my veins like a fucking drug I never want to recover from. Ineedyouto poison me, Evie. I need to ruin you because you've already ruined me me.”
He uses my arms to pull me away from the door and back us up to my bed where Atlas stands there waiting. Atty leans down and brushes my hair to the side, looking at where Kor bit me.
“Poison him, haunt me.” He gives an amused laugh and nods his head.
I’m confused until I feel the press of a blade against my chest. Kor cuts away Atlas’s shirt until I’m standing in nothing but some torn cotton.
Kor uses my arms to pull me on top of him as he lays back on the bed, his cock nudging at my entrance just enough for me to grind down into him for some semblance of relief.
I groan as he shifts his hips just enough for the tip of him to slide into me. “More, Kor. I need more.”
He licks at the bite mark he left behind as he slides in another inch. My hips try to press down but his hold on my arms keeps me away. I feel myself dripping down on him, desperate to feel him inside of me and weeping at the thought of being teased.
“Please, Kortez.Please.”
Kor lets out a growl as he slams inside of me. Pleasure shoots through my body and my eyes flutter as he begins to thrust, his hips snapping against my ass as he works himself in deeper.
He keeps a tight hold on my arms as Atlas grabs a hold of the hair at the top of my head, bringing my watering eyes up to his face. His scars stand out in the dim light of my bedroom, making him look even more dangerous than the man I know he is. His father hurt him to instill fear but all it did was make him stronger. Strong enough to love me and all my broken pieces that threaten to make him bleed.
“Does he feel good, Eve?” His grip tightens in my hair as I nod my head. “Words, Eve. Give me your words.”
Kor speeds up, one hand dropping my wrist and coming around to grip my chin. He squeezes until my mouth pops open in a gasp. “Yes! Yes, he feels so fucking good, Atlas.”
Atlas chuckles and pats my cheek in a gentle slap. “Flip her over, Tez.”
He releases my hair and the next thing I know, I’m flipped onto my hands and knees as Kortez picks up the pace, slamming into me until I have no choice but to take it.
Atlas grabs my hair again and pulls me back up until my face is level with his cock. Vines riddled with thorns fill my vision as he strokes his cock with his free hand.
