Keane bites my clit at the same time Liam bites my neck, and Jax says, “Now.”
It’s like I was waiting for him to say it, because as soon as I hear that one word, I explode. The air in my throat locks up, my muscles seize, and I scream incoherently as euphoria like I’ve never felt before floods my bloodstream.
Keane takes my twitching body from Liam and carries me to the bed where Jax is sitting at the end, waiting.
“Ready for me, baby?” he asks, taking me from Keane.
I grasp Jax’s shoulders, so hard and warm under my palms. “I’m always ready for you, Reaper,” I tell him, sliding down his rigid length with shaky legs that haven’t recovered yet from round one.
I give a worried glance at the bandage on his shoulder.
Jax tips my chin up. “I’m good, Angel. Now ride my cock.”
“Princess, you are so fucking hot taking our boy’s dick like a dirty girl,” Keane says behind me, moving my hair aside to place a soft kiss to my shoulder blade. His scarred hands trace my spine, sending shivers across my back.
Liam comes to my right side, bending low to suck a nipple into his mouth as I rise up and drop back down on Jax. The grunt Jax makes is sexy as hell. Liam flicks his tongue and swirls it until my nipple is pebbled tight and I’m gasping from how good it feels.
“Damn, man. Whatever you’re doing, she’s about to choke the life out of my dick,” Jax groans. I feel him pulsing inside me like a heartbeat. He had already worked himself up watching me come on Keane’s tongue, so I know he won’t last much longer.
Liam stands back up and grabs a fistful of my hair, jerking my head to the side and kissing me. Keane’s hands haven’t stopped touching me. Everything feels so damn good. Too good. It’s complete overload having three men pleasure me. I whimper when Liam backs away, but Keane takes over, forcing my head back so he can kiss me next.
I tense up when I feel his finger slide between my ass cheeks and rim my back hole. “This is mine,” he growls. “But not tonight.”
Then it’s Jax’s turn again.
As his tongue swipes deep into my mouth to possess me, he flips our position. As soon as my back hits the mattress, he’s between my legs and nudging my folds with the head of his cock, teasing me. I gaze up at him in awe, my hands mapping every tattoo. His chest is insane. Jax isn’t as wide as Keane or Liam, but his muscles are defined more. I rub my thumbs over each of his toned abdominal bumps, counting them as I go. When I get to the V-cut at his waist, I dig in, holding tight.
“I like putting my mark on you,” he says, tracing the small cut he made with his knife that has scabbed over.
Reaching up, I remove his glasses. Keane takes them from me and places them somewhere I can’t see because my eyes are all on Jax. With graceful fingers, I graze my fingertips over the scratchy stubble of his jaw and over his dark blond brows.
“I like your mark on me,” I reply, cupping his face between my hands.
A tender look comes over him that takes my breath away. I swear he mouths, “I’ve always loved you, Andie.” Then he pushes inside me, claiming me.
Jax slides a hand under my left thigh and lifts it over his shoulder, swiveling his hips forward until he’s seated fully, his balls slapping against my ass. He lowers down to my chest, resting the side of his face to where my heart beats underneath his ear. It’s such an intimate gesture for someone who has known nothing but death and pain his whole life.
After a minute, he lifts up, and Jax’s inked hands caress my face as if I were the most precious thing. He gives me soulful kisses as he shows me what it feels like to make love. It’s sweet and poignant and very unexpected from a man like him. My Grim Reaper.
So many raw emotions crash into me at that moment as our bodies come together again and again. Other than the young, teenage love I had with Rafe, I’ve never feltthisbefore. Not by a man. The love I had for my brother was different. It wasn’t the love a woman expects to feel for her man, her soulmate. Is that what I’m feeling? This bone-deep ache in my soul that strangles my heart until it feels like I can’t breathe? The adage says the flip side of hate is love. I thought I hated these men. Perhaps, I never really did.
I wouldn’t have thought I’d be skyrocketing toward another orgasm so quickly again, but I guess your senses get heightened when emotions are involved, because Jax has me edging to that precipice where my body is about to shatter and fly apart in a million glittery pieces.
Clawing his shoulders, I arch my back and raise my hips to meet his slow thrusts.
“Close your eyes,” he says, and I allow them to flutter shut.
Jax pulls out of me and kisses his way down my body, stopping at my pussy to lick it with his pierced tongue until I’m moaning wildly. Then he’s gone. I whine in protest, reaching out to bring him back, when Liam takes Jax’s place between my legs. I can tell it’s him immediately from the cold metal of his Jacob’s ladder scraping across my clit.
Liam smooths his fingers down my body and back up again. When his thumbs swipe over my erect nipples, I gasp at the tiny sparks his touch ignites. My skin is so sensitized now, every touch feels like a shock of electricity that spreads out over my body in pulsating waves.
A breeze eddies through the room from the broken window and goose bumps form from the chill as it skates over my flushed body. Liam’s lips track down the column of my neck, and I tilt my head to give him better access. When I do, my vision fills with Keane, who is standing next to the bed, completely naked, fisting himself as he watches me and Liam with lust-filled eyes. It turns me on even more being watched by him. His hungry gaze promising me that when he finally takes me, it will be all-consuming.
I give myself a moment to eye-fuck his gorgeous, tattooed body; his thick, solid muscles; his long cock that I know will be able to hit my G-spot with ease. I have to force myself to tear my eyes away from his powerful visage and return my attention to Liam, knowing Keane will claim me for the first time soon enough.
“Now, Liam,” I whisper, and he doesn’t disappoint.
The bars of his ladder drag over my sensitive flesh as he finally breaches my entrance, and my breath stutters. He inches his way inside me with shallow thrusts until my walls are able to grip him tightly to keep him in place. I could die like this and not give a damn.
