“Who the hell are you calling chicken legs?—”
“Sin . . .”
Sinclair bit back the rest of his rejoinder at Merri’s gentle chastisement.
“There, is that better?” he adjusted his stance, spreading his legs and placing both feet on the stage.
“It’ll suffice.”
This was always going to be a tight fit, but that was quite the point.
Merri did her part to help out, tilting her arse up to give me the best possible angle. With Sin already buried inside her, it would be a slow, arduous process to make my way in. But I had a feeling that was also part of the lesson Merri wanted to teach me. Not only was I the last to be inside her, but she was also ensuring I wouldn’t be able to steal the show, so to speak.
That was when I realized this was another subtle way of her topping me. Another opportunity for me to prove myself as hers in every sense of the word.
It was also her way of giving me what I asked for—namely, a seat at the table. I’d complained about being kept separate from the horsemen, and now she was ensuring a very literal closeness.
“Breathe through it, baby,” Sin told her as I pressed forward, sinking in one inch at a time.
I felt every ridge of his cock as I stretched her, and while I wasn’t a stranger to a threesome here and there, I never imagined sharing a pussy with one of the horsemen. I hadn’t much thought of the lot of them being sexual creatures at all, not even Sin. Which was odd, I supposed, but then I’d been quite busy with other things. Like the small matter of my apocalypse.
Isn’t it funny how the world works?
Make plans and the universe laughs, isn’t that what they say?
When I was fully seated—well, as fully seated as I could be with another cock in the way—and sweating from the pressure squeezing my length, I locked eyes with Sin. “When I move you move?”
“One sexy seesaw coming up.”
Merri giggled, the flexing of her inner muscles nearly my undoing.
“What am I supposed to do?” she asked.
“Enjoy the ride, crabapple,” I said, brushing my lips over her neck. “And don’t. Fucking. Move.”
“That’s our job, kitten.”
With nothing more than a small nod between us, Sin and I got to work. His eyes were closed, the strain on his face mirroring my own. Merri was a temptress on her worst day, but with both of us sharing her cunt, there was zero chance either of us would make it past a few well-timed thrusts.
“I can’t hold on much longer,” Sin bit out.
“I’m so close,” Merri moaned. “Please keep going. Fuck. Someone rub my clit.”
“Allow me,” I said, sliding my palm around to her front and dipping it between her legs. The second my fingertip made contact, she detonated. Her orgasm blasted through the room, the shock wave of her lust igniting ours. Any other time, I would have been disappointed I didn’t get to show off my prowess for a longer stretch, but there was no denying my mate’s satisfaction.
Or the others.
Just like always, the instant she came, so did the rest of us.
Blinding pleasure took hold of me, and all I could do was hold on to her as I rode out the waves of release. This could be my eternity, and I wouldn’t lodge any complaints with corporate. Ever.
I opened my eyes to very different surroundings: four bland walls and a puppy pile of horsemen, me, and one succubus. Sin’s arm was draped over my hip, his leg twined with mine, whilst Merri was cuddled between Chaos and Grimsby.
“Blech,” I complained, shoving Sin away as I got out of bed. “I draw the line at spooning with you.”
“Never had any complaints before,” Sin murmured sleepily.
“Well, count me amongst the first.”
