And just like that, it changes. I’m on my knees suddenly, Alec behind me, his hands on my hips. He’s still inside me, still fucking me, but now Ashton is right there, right where I need him, kneeling in front of me with his cock in hand.
“Look how beautiful you are,” Ashton praises. He rolls the head of his cock over my lips, painting them with his precum. I moan, opening my mouth, begging wordlessly for more.
“Such a good toy.” Alec’s voice is breathy, uneven. His hips move harder, faster, as Ashton eases himself between my lips.
There is nothing else that exists but this. Nothing but this moment, right here, right where I need to be, between the two of them. I moan around Ashton’s length, taking him deeper in my throat than seems possible, closing my eyes and focusing on the way it feels to run my tongue along the base of him.
More. I need even more.
Even before I open my eyes, I know what I’ll see. There’s a chair, now, not far from where Alec and Ashton pleasure me. And I know who’s sitting there, watching us, even before my gaze finds his, and I stare into those icy blue eyes.
Sebastian.
He’s relaxed, legs spread. He stares at me like I’m the only thing that matters—the only thing that has ever mattered. I suck harder on Ashton’s cock, pussy clenching around Alec, as Sebastian watches me.
Then he raises two fingers, and gestures me toward him.
“Come,” he says.
And things change again.
They’re gone, Alec and Ash. And it’s just me and Sebastian, his eyes flashing behind his glasses.
I don’t even consider disobeying. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. I was made to please him, made to obey him. I crawl to him on my hands and knees, stopping when I reach him. He pulls me up into his lap effortlessly, spreading me open, his fingers sliding down to fill me.
“You were made for us, weren’t you, Sydney?” he asks.
His fingers feel impossibly good inside of me, stretching me, curving at just the right place. It’s like he knows my body better than I do.
“Our perfect, filthy girl.”
It sounds like praise, the way he says it. Like a compliment. And I love it, I love hearing it, love moaning against the skin of his neck as I ride his fingers.
I’m close. So very close. His hand moves faster, touching me like he can read my mind, driving me closer to the edge.
I’m lost in pleasure, gasping his name, and I don’t notice the dream has changed again until someone grips the hair at the base of my skull and jerks my head back.
Something sharp and dangerous presses against my throat.
“Scream for me,” Viper hisses in my ear, drawing the knife to my pulse.
And I do.
I wake up with a scream, hands fisting my sheets, heart pounding in my chest, thighs wet.
When my fingers slip between my legs, where I’m slick and throbbing, it takes no effort at all to make myself come.
10
SYDNEY
The sweetest flowers for the sweetest girl.
I look downat the card, then at the lilies on my bedside table, frowning. After putting my foot down with Ash, the constant barrage of red roses finally stopped. But when I tried to leave for work this morning, a bouquet of lilies was waiting for me, propped against my front door.
I study the card again, worrying my lip between my teeth. This doesn’t feel like a gift from Ash. It’s nothing like the other bouquets he’s sent me, no box, no stuffed animal. And the card I found dangling from the arrangement doesn’t contain a single pun or meme.
Could they be from Alec? I haven’t spoken to him since the night he broke my heart—haven’t even bothered opening the text message he sent afterward.Is this the start of a brand-new wave of guilt gifts, as Alec tries to grovel for my forgiveness?
