Page 49 of Grave Errors


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“I just don’t like yelling.” This was a safer answer. “And when you started arguing about me, I snapped.”

“Willow. Listen very carefully,” Ezra said, tracing her throat delicately with the tip of his finger. “We are not going to hurt you.”

Heat spread through her body at the touch of both of them, and she found herself now shifting to get friction between her legs.

Ryker noticed. Of course he did. The corner of his mouth curved up. “Hurt? No. But I do want to punish her.” He rocked against her thigh. “Are you a cock-starved little tease? Do you need two dicks to be happy?

Her breath caught. This was not how she expected this to go.

Ezra clutched her chin. “Who do you want more?”

“Shut up.” She struggled against Ryker’s hold, but he kept her pinned.

“No, no, pretty girl.” He snapped his teeth against her jaw. “You aren’t running from us again.”

Ryker hooked his thumb into her mouth to part her lips. “Do you want us to fuck you right here?”

Willow bit down, eliciting a groan from him as he pushed himself up. “I think that’s a yes.”

Ezra’s hand slowly glided down her throat, briefly pausing to apply pressure. How was that not terrifying? How was it turning her on even more?

Willow arched up as his fingers dipped below her coat and then the neckline of her shirt. His large hand cupped her breast over her bra and squeezed.

“You aren’t mad?” she moaned.

The furrow in Ryker’s brow said he was still upset, but she couldn’t miss the way those eyes heated as they scanned her. “Unzip her coat so we can see our girl.”

Ryker kept her wrists pinned as Ezra did as instructed. His hand lifted the hem of her shirt and yanked her bra up to expose her to them. She’d already done so much, but they hadn’t really seen her body. Her nipples hardened in the cool air.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Ezra groaned as he trailed the pads of his fingers across her skin to tease the stiff peaks. “Do you like these things?” He gently prodded the barbell.

“Yes. They make everything more sensitive.” The cold was gradually losing importance in her mind as she melted into them. She ground herself against Ryker, needing to sate that need building between her legs.

He responded with slow thrusts against her thigh. “You’re killing me, Willow.” He released her hands and sat back on his heels, leaving her on the ground with Ezra’s hand still exploring.

“Fuck her mouth, Ez,” he said, palming the bulge in his pants. “She can’t lie to us if her mouth is full.”

It was like they’d switched roles. Ezra was the one who called the shots in everything else, but here, with her, Ryker was in charge.

Before she could blink, Ezra’s cock was prodding her lips, dipping into her mouth with languid thrusts. She glanced at Ryker, who had now released himself and was stroking his thick shaft.

Holy shit, she hadn’t actually seen it yet. Ezra was already more than she was used to, but Ryker was even bigger.

Ezra must have had the same idea. “The fuck, Ry? Get her pants off and fuck her, or I will.”

Lust and a deeper feeling stirred inside her chest. She liked it when they talked like this—like she was their plaything.

“I can wait,” he replied with a tilt of his head while his hand glided along his cock. “I fucked her last night.”

Willow caught Ezra’s gaze just then, and he pushed forward until he hit the back of her throat. “You really are trouble.” His fingers tangled in her hair to hold her head in place while he found a steady rhythm. It wasn’t enough to make it difficult to breathe, but she could feel the frustration in his movements.

Ryker let out a sharp gasp, still gripping his cock. “Okay, man. Get over here and fuck her. I want her dripping.”

Oh God. The ache in her core only grew with his words. She hoped they wouldn’t keep her from coming. Ryker had withheld it until she gave him the answers he wanted.

Ezra pulled out of her mouth and bent to kiss her. His tongue glided against hers, stoking that desperation inside. He shifted down until he’d switched places with Ryker.

“I want to taste her first,” Ezra said, clutching her waistband. She let out a small sound, almost like a whimper, as she tried to shift away.