“Can feel it, too, all those piercings, every last one.”
“Are you?—”
“I’m fine, Jude. Don’t fucking stop.”
I memorize the sight of them, loving how Jude wraps his arms around Vincent, how he fucks him with a depth of gravity I get to witness…and feel the echo. The fighter,myfighter,myshield, pounds me with more force from Jude hammering into him. Their sweat-slicked bodies slap together. Jude pushes Vincent down, trapping him between us. Vincent throbs, his jaw clenching, and I see the arousal in his eyes, washing over him. His body shudders above mine.
And when they kiss? Savage and feral. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. They move deeper, harder, faster until we become one, one heartbeat thundering together.
My drenched center starts to squelch, and I blush fiercely.
Vincent lowers his head. “Listen to that wet pussy, Jude. So soaked and sloppy for us. She’s damn near flooding me with her juices, our dirty girl, slutty Queen, filthy fucking goddess.”
“Utterly and devastatingly exquisite,” agrees Jude.
Closing my eyes, I moan at the degradation and praise, which fills my chest with such emotion, it wrecks me. Strange, mad sounds leave my throat, and tears streak down my face. Can’t stop it. Can’t contain it. Beyond overwhelming.
My thoughts crash together. I try to block out the war inside my mind, telling me I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want them, need them so much. They’ve drugged me, made me addicted to them, all of them.
“Briella.”
I freeze.
A strong hand cups my jaw, and I open my eyes—to Raphael. God, he knew. How did he know?
Vincent and Jude don’t stop moving.
But Raphael, this indescribably beautiful and bone-chilling man, holds my eyes. “Do I need to shove my member down your throat until you choke and forget whatever forbidden thoughts are in that head?”
The ‘no’ rears up right before I slam it down and nod. He doesn’t hesitate to kneel at my side, turning my face up until his crown is at my mouth. I arch my throat and part my lips.
And he slams inside, knocking the wind right out of me, and I do choke. I gag and choke and struggle, but Vincent still has my wrists, and Raphael holds my head in place, fucking my throat dry and sore. Tears soak my face, but I forget everything. Everything but the feeling of these three men, these gods, using me.
Darkness begins to close in like a fist from lack of air. Raphael doesn’t stop. Jude and Vincent thunder into me until they lose rhythm. Vincent opens his mouth in a roar of pleasure. Jude follows.
Adrenaline spikes in my blood for one last rush. The endorphins rage. And I’m coming with them, shattering into a million smithereens of hot glass, the molten bliss consuming me until…
I black out.
57
Raphael
“GIVE ME YOUR DEEPEST, DARKEST SECRET.”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Found”
“Screaming in Silence”
“Devil fucking damn you, Raph!” Jude snarls while giving Briella mouth-to-mouth.
Seth is rushing back with his medical bag.
“Her heartbeat is too slow, too faint. You fucking overdid it,” he calls me out, and I don’t debate him right now.
I took her outside of herself.
