Ready to claim.
Giving me exactly what I crave.
Them.
I move closer to the bed, and Carter copies my movement as if he saw it in my mind ahead of time. He’s the hunter after all, so I’m not surprised to watch him studying me, anticipating my next move before it happens.
I dart to the other side of the dresser, and he is there grabbing my hair, pushing me over the luxurious Italian wood, before I have a chance to move away from him.
“Carter.” I whimper. He holds me down by the back of my neck as Killian comes up beside me and yanks my skirt to the floor aggressively.
“What’s your safe word, Tesoro?”
A hand slowly moves down my ass. I assume it’s Carter, but I don’t know for sure.
“I don’t need one,” I say, my breaths coming out harsh and heavy.
“That’s not what I asked. What is your fucking safe word, Tesoro?”
The sound of his footsteps moving closer causes a thrill to run down my spine as Carter moves aside to make room for his brother.
Large hands grab my panties on either side, and rip them from my body.
A firm hand slaps my ass, and I cry out from the surprise as Carter continues holding my head down. I’m trapped. I can’t move and it’s exhilarating.
“Safe word, Tesoro. Or everything stops. Either we have your consent or we don’t.”
I quickly stammer out, “Do-n-nut.”
Thick fingers push inside me, and maybe I’m more fucked in the head than I thought, because not knowing who the fingers belong to excites me.
They move in and out, gliding with my wetness. All three men groan as they watch the fingers stretching me, making me whimper. It’s not until I hear his voice that I realize who it is.
“Such a filthy fucking slut. You don’t even know whose finger fucking you, do you, Killer? And I bet you don’t care as long as this ravenous cunt gets filled.”
“Killian.” I whimper as I push back against his fingers, desperate for more.
“Please,” I beg, the ache filling me with an intensity I can hardly handle.
Carter moves my hair from my neck and licks at my skin while Knox works on removing my shirt while standing on theother side of me. He slides my shirt over my shoulders and down my back before quickly unfastening my bra.
“Turn her around.”
Carter releases me and moves out of the way while Killian pulls his fingers from me, steps back, and licks my moisture from his flesh, his eyes locked on mine. My skin tingles as Knox draws my bra straps down my arms until it slides over my hands to the floor.
All three of them gaze at me, taking in my naked form, and instead of feeling awkward, I feel beautiful and treasured. I’ve never liked my body. I’m always able to find flaws, but that’s not what they see when they look at me.
Carter moves in front of me, a dark glint of possession in his eyes, holding me in place, making it hard to breathe. If I could get away from the other two, I’d never escape Carter. I hold his gaze, needing to show him that nothing has changed since he confessed more about his past to me. He is not less than he was before. If anything, he’s more. I know how terrifying that level of vulnerability is, and with it came a gift. He once told me I was the gift, but he was wrong. It was him, all along.
“Carter.” I moan, and he strokes two fingers down the side of my cheek, starting at me, his gaze filled with hunger.Hunger for me.
“I know, Little Heathen. Spread your thighs.”
He kneels in front of me and presses a soft kiss to my clit, teasing me, making me desperate for more.
“Such a beautiful, pussy.”
Killian and Knox swipe their tongues over my nipples while Carter darts his tongue out, caressing my clit with long lashes, the pleasure, instant and heady.
