Page 199 of Vicious Wins


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“Cole, Alek—strip,” Tristan directed, his gaze never leaving Eva’s face. “She deserves to be filled. Completely. She deserves a reminder of who she belongs to, of how completely we belong to her.”

I didn’t hesitate, releasing Eva to shed my remaining clothing. The cold air hit my overheated skin like a slap, but I barely noticed, too focused on the feast laid out before me. Alek released Eva into my arms so he could do the same as Tristan gently unlaced Eva’s skates.

Silently, I watched Tristan caress Eva’s tearstained cheek with reverent fingers, still amazed at my ability to share her—and him.

“Are you sure about this?” He looked over his shoulder at Alek behind him. “Color, Eva?”

“Green,” she answered. “So fucking green. Stop teasing me and fuck me, please!”

His smile was a perfect blend of adoration and mercilessness. “Your wish is my command, kitten. Climb on top of Cole and bend the fuck over so Alek can take your ass. I want to see your face when you’re stuffed full of cock.”

Eva’s breath hitched, her pupils dilating further at the crude words coming from Tristan’s usually gentle mouth. I could read the mixture of apprehension and desperate hunger in her gaze.

“You hear that, slut?” I growled, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me. “We’re going to use every hole, stretch you until you’re nothing but a vessel for our pleasure.”

She should have been offended, should have slapped me. Instead, she melted, a small moan escaping her parted lips. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Please, yes.”

Tristan arranged us with unexpected authority. I lay back on the bench, the wood cold and hard against my shoulder blades. Eva was positioned above me, her thighs bracketing mine. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, her arousal slick on my skin.

Alek knelt behind her, his large hands spanning her waist, while Tristan stood at her head, to my left, one hand still tangled in her hair.

“Look at her,” Tristan instructed, forcing Eva’s head up so we could all see her face—flushed, tear-streaked, and more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen. “Tell her what she is to us.”

“Everything,” Alek rumbled, his accent thick with desire.

“Mine,” I snapped, reaching up to pinch her nipple again, harder this time. The sharp gasp she released sent another surge of heat through my veins.

“Ours,” Tristan corrected, his thumb tracing her swollen lips. “Say it, Eva. Tell us who owns this body.”

“You do,” she breathed, her voice breaking on the words. “All of you. I’m yours—completely yours.”

“And we’re yours,” Tristan vowed.

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. The sensation was almost too much—hot, slick, welcoming. Alek’s fingers prepared her ass, his movements careful. I loved that about him. No matter how cruel we were, he always took care of her—of us. Tristan guided himself to her mouth, his expression softening momentarily.

Instead of waiting for me to fill her, Eva reached between us and positioned my cock at her entrance before sinking down onto me.

The sound she made as I filled her was something I’d remember until my dying day—high and broken and desperate.

“Cole,” she cried out, a tear slipping down her face. “I missed you so fucking much.”

“Oh, sparrow, I missed you too,” I gasped as the tight heat of her enveloped me, her pussy fluttering as she struggled to accommodate me after weeks of absence.

Alek worked her from behind me, one finger at a time, until he was fucking her roughly with his hand and she was writhing on top of me.

“Alek,” I moaned, “I’m not going to last.”

His dark chuckle filled me with trepidation, and then he leaned over Eva, brushing his lips against her ear. “You ready, baby girl?”

“Sir, please!” she cried out.

He spanked her in rapid succession then worked his wayinto her, his cock sliding against mine through the thin membrane that separated us.

“Fuck,” I swore.

Eva didn’t say anything, just whined and writhed, her eyes vacant and glassy with lust.

When Alek was fully seated within her, Tristan leaned over and pushed Eva’s hair out of her face.