“Gladly.”
Silas was already kneeling nearby, and his voice dropped a decibel to order, “Over here, and open your whore mouth again.”
She obeyed because there was nothing left but to do as she was told.
Silas’s use was different, smoother and more controlled, but just as degrading. He pushed past her lips and groaned, one hand at the back of her skull holding her where he wanted her, using her like a thing.
“Boone is right. I much prefer your throat.”
She moaned around him, but not from arousal. From relief. From submission. From the brutal, blessed safety of only having to obey.
Silas pulled out and finished himself with a few rough strokes, spilling hot and fast across her tongue.
“Swallow it,” he said.
She did. Because he told her to. Because she was supposed to. Because it was part of him, and even if it tasted vile and disgusting, she accepted it into her body as a gift.
Silas moved, Boone replaced him. “Open.”
He fucked her mouth hard and fast with zero finesse this time until he came in her mouth rather than her throat.
And then watched her swallow.
Silas arranged her between them. One on each side.
No kisses. No praise.
Just heat on either side of her and a silence heavy with power. She didn’t even realize she’d fallen asleep until Boone snugged his warmth at her back and tucked her under his arm.
Not tenderness.
Possession.
And she let the dark take her under again. Safe and warm.
Chapter 9
All three men used her mouth the next morning, and her jaw and throat were sore as fuck when Silas finally walked out the door.
Willow called her apartment complex as he was pulling out of the driveway to tell them she’d be moving out soon, before her lease was up at the end of February. She was put through to someone else after a long hold, and the woman immediately offered an amount to close out the lease of about a third less than two more months’ rent, but only if she could be out in six days.
“And my security deposit back?”
“Assuming there are no issues, yes.”
“I’ll make it happen.”
She texted Kenny that she needed a five-minute conversation when he had a moment, and he called her ten minutes later.
“What’s up little hawk?”
“I kind of just told my apartment management people I’d be out in six days, Sir. It’ll probably take me two days to go through and pack up what I want to keep, and then—”
“Go. Chores and your workout can wait. Your ass is out of commission, and I’ve already had your mouth today, so don’t worry about lunch. I’m capable of feeding myself. I’ll send Silasto help you when he gets off work, and Boone and I will arrive with dinner for the four of us when we’re done for the day.”
“Thank you, Sir. I love you.”
“I love you to distraction, little hawk. Be safe, and if you need anything, let me know.”
