“I’m simply appreciating the sight of you being pleasured. Sometimes I like to watch.”
Sin positioned me so I was spread wide across Grim’s lap, legs draped over his thighs, open to both of them.
“Lift her up for me, Sinclair,” Grim ordered.
“You got it.” Sin’s hands wrapped around my waist, and he lifted me a few inches off Grim’s thighs.
I heard the sound of a belt buckle, the rustle of fabric, and then Grim’s touch returned to my breasts as he helped Sin lower me down onto his straining length.
“Oh, fuck,” I rasped as he filled me in one long glide.
“You take him so well, hellcat,” Malice crooned in approval. The hitch in his breath told me he mimicked the glide with his hand. He stroked himself in rhythm with each slow roll of my hips over Grim.
“Stay still, baby. I need to taste you while he fucks you,” Sin said, his words tight as he stared at my exposed pussy.
“Fuck,” Chaos gritted out as Sin dove forward and did just that.
The combination of Sin’s talented tongue and Grim’s deep thrusts had me seeing stars. I was awash in sensation, from the way Grim pulled and plucked my nipples to the way Sin held my hips still as he sucked and licked at me, to the sounds of Chaos and Mal as they fucked their own fists.
“I’m close,” I cried.
“Come for us, wildflower,” Grim grunted. “Come so I can fill you with my seed so everyone knows who you belong to.”
The filthy words were all I needed to go hurtling over the edge. Malice and Chaos came with me, their moans joining mine. As my inner walls squeezed Grim’s length, he let out his own sexy whimpers, and then he was coming too.
His climax spurred a second wave of my own, this one nearly blinding in its intensity.
“Oh, fuck.” My fingers had slid into Sin’s hair at some point, and now they tightened just enough to pull the silky strands.
“Ungh,” Sin said as he stiffened, his face still buried in my cunt. “Yes, baby. Fuck, I love it when you lose control.” Then he let out a soft curse as he sat back on his heels. “I really need to stop wearing pants around you.”
The unexpected statement startled a laugh out of me. “What?”
“I keep ruining them.”
“Well, I suppose that’s something I should be proud of. Making an incubus come in his pants.”
“Kitten, when it comes to you, I’m pretty sure you could make me come by crooking your finger.”
Before I could even move to get up, Malice shoved Sin away and scooped me into his arms. “Thanks for that, lads. If you don’t mind, we’ve got a sleepover planned. See you in the morning.”
I let out a giggle as he carried me off to his room, offering a little wave over his shoulder at the disheveled and sated horsemen we were leaving behind.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
DEATH
The repetitive glide of my needle in and out of the gridded fabric was the best form of meditation.
“Are you fucking serious?” Wrath growled, storming into the sitting room my sisters and I had claimed as our own.
The unexpected interruption had me pricking myself with the sharp end of my needle. “Ow, fiddlesticks!” I blurted as a bead of my blood fell onto my craft.
Pestilence snickered, looking up from where she was painting her nails some shade of putrid bile.
“Hello, Wrath. Lovely to see you... without an appointment.” War’s tone was laced with annoyance as she sliced the skin off an apple with a knife.
