He seals his mouth over my pussy, lapping and catching my stream. “That’s my sweet Lass, squirting for her Red.”
“Fuck you!” I spit out.
“If ye insist…”
“Get the fuck inside me, you boneheaded bastar—ahhh!”
He’s impaled me. His shaft is like some enormous sword handle just pounding and goring my starved pussy, that infernal ring vibrating against my pulsing clit until we both snap again.
I twist my hips beneath him. He jerks wildly, his monster holding me here, tormenting me. He buries his face in my throat, teeth sinking. I’m feral, spanking my hips against the table as I convulse, shaking and shuddering, screaming shriller and louder than ever.
The fucker grinds that ring against my clit again while he throws his head back with a demonic, guttural sound coming from his chest.
A shine catches my eye. No better time than now—when he’s least expecting it.
With my pussy still gripping and pulsing all around him, the ring making the orgasm go on and on, I grab the nearest cleaver and push it up against his throat.
He freezes mid-spill, mid-cum, but he leers, getting off more on my threat. My breath hitches when he leans down ever so slightly in a dare.
And of course!—in that moment, the door slams open, the icy air bursting in as the four others storm into the butcher shed.
“Fucking hell, Rory!”
“Get the fuck off?—”
“Briella!”
All their voices, except for Raphael’s, overlap.
Rory doesn’t break his hold, those sinful indigo eyes gleaming on mine in the soft lantern light. And just as the other three start to lunge, I shout at the top of my lungs, “STOP!”
They freeze. I barely notice their hulking shadows. All I can feel is the brute force still lodged in me and the cold flint of the metal I’ve trained on my Red’s throat.
My?Ugh. Jesus fucking Christ.
When Seth tests with another step forward, I screech, “Seth, I swear to fucking god, I will hide every damn axe you have if you don’t get your ass behind the yellow line!”
Defensive hands raised, he backs up. I can feel their gazes on us, on me, staring dead-center targets.
Rory tilts his head, causing the knife to cut a threadbare line in his neck. He winks. “Do yer worst, mi’Lass.” And then…oh, that sick, twisted bastard mouths the words all over again.
“You listen to me and listen well, Red.” I shake my head in disbelief. Then, I burn my eyes on his again and finish, “God, I love your huge, hot Scottish cock inside me. But if you ever try and take myassagain, I will shove this goddamn cleaver right upyourbig dumb Scottish ass!”
“Deal.”
I lower the blade. He seals the promise with a powerful kiss, then takes the cleaver from my hand. With one snap of his wrist, he throws it so it embeds right in the opposite wall. I roll my eyes. Clench around him again.
He comes out only to jump down from the counter before gathering me up and bringing me down on his beast again. I grip his shoulders and squeeze my thighs around his waist as he carries me to the open door.
The others are shell-shocked. Their brains are short-circuiting.
“What in all fucking fuck?” Vincent asks as we start to pass.
Rory pauses to size them all up, his chest puffed out in justified pride.
Raphael stands outside, with that subtle tugging of the corner of his mouth. Approval. Because he knows what happened. The others don’t.
“Briella Darling, are you okay?” Seth reaches out for me, but I flinch, gripping Rory tighter. My Red bares his teeth in a masculine snarl at Seth.
