She doesn’t need to say another word. I know exactly what she needs, and I give it to her without hesitation.
My hips snap forward with punishing force, the wet slap of flesh on flesh filling the room. I hitch her legs up over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and the new angle has me hitting that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.
“That’s it,” I grit out, feeling my own orgasm building at the base of my spine. “Take every inch I give you, my pretty little whore.”
“Yes, yes, fuck,yes?—”
Her second orgasm takes us both by surprise—her cunt clamping down so tight it nearly hurts, her whole body seizing beneath me. Her cunt clamps down in a vise grip, tipping me over the edge. I bury myself to the hilt, emptying inside her with a deep groan.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but harsh breathing and the thundering of my pulse in my ears.
Then Kai’s voice, amused and hungry. “Move over so I can taste.”
I pull out carefully, watching my release spill from her abused entrance, and shift aside to give him access. Kai doesn’t hesitate—he dives between her thighs, lapping enthusiastically at the mess we’ve made.
Haven whimpers, her hands finding his hair, holding on as his tongue works inside her. “Kai—fuck—I can’t?—“
“You can, Heavenly,” he mumbles against her flesh. “One more. Give me one more.”
I watch them with sated satisfaction, the warmth flooding my body that has nothing to do with an afterglow.
I’ve been running my entire life.
Running from Evelyn.
Running from the mess I make every place I land.
Running fromme…the monster I became.
But here, in this cabin, I don’t have the urge to run anymore. If anything, I want to burrow deep, entombing myself in this moment and in these two beautiful, broken creatures that sought me out like moths to a flame.
When Haven comes for the third time, it’s with a silent scream, her body bowing off the couch. Kai works her through it with gentle licks, soothing rather than demanding, until she goes limp beneath him.
He sits up, wiping his chin, looking supremely pleased with himself.
“Come here, boy,” I murmur, reaching for him.
Kai lets me pull him close, lets me lick the taste of all three of us from his lips. He’s hard against my hip, his cock insistent, and when I reach down to grip him, he groans into my mouth.
“I want you,” I breathe against his jaw. “Want to be inside you.”
His breath catches as he grabs my wrist. “Wait.”
I pull back, frowning. “What?”
Kai’s grin is slow and wicked as he extricates himself from my grip. “We have something for you.”
Haven has somehow managed to push herself upright, and she’s smiling too—soft and secretive and a little dangerous.
“Like what?” I ask carefully.
Kai crosses to the Christmas tree and pulls out a brown package tied with a white ribbon. He carries it back to me and hands it over almost reverently.
I don’t take it, because it scares me more than anything in my life ever has.
“Merry Christmas, Bash.”
My heart flinches just like it does every time he calls me that.
