Never in my wildest dreams—okay, maybe my wildest—would I have imagined these four sharing me so naturally. Each of them, with the possible exception of Sin, was incredibly possessive. But in this moment, they were all passing me around like they’d done so a thousand times before.
Chaos strode across the floor, his still mostly hard cock inside me, and kissed me soundly before lifting me off him and placing me on my wobbly legs in front of Malice. He was seated on the sofa, his sculpted body bare, fist closed around the base of a very beautiful erection.
“Come here, hellcat.”
Seconds ago I was doubting my ability to stand, but his husky order had me planting my knees on either side of his thighs and sliding down him before either of us could blink.
Being with him—with all of them—like this felt like coming home.
“So slick and warm. They got you ready for me, didn’t they?” Malice crooned.
“Yes,” I whimpered, rocking my hips back and forth. With every roll forward, my overly sensitive clit brushed him, and I clenched around his thickness.
“Fuck, yes, just like that.”
“God, I could come just watching her,” Sin groaned.
I loved that idea. Listening to my men find their peaks, watching them come apart because of me, it all spoke to my baser instincts. “Stroke yourself for me, Sin. You can come as many times as you want.”
“But I want to save my cum for you. It belongs inside you. It’s yours. Always.”
His words, combined with Malice’s cock rubbing against the perfect spot inside me, had a second climax swiftly building.
“Malice,” I whined.
“I’m right behind you, hellcat. Fuck, you feel incredible.”
“What a perfect picture you make, Red. Riding Malice like your life depends on it.” Chaos’s words were breathy, like he was on the edge of release himself, and when I looked back at him over my shoulder, I found him standing feet away, palm shuttling over his swollen length as he stared me down.
“Eyes on the man you’re claiming,” Grim snapped, the stern tone sending tingles through me. His shadow reached out and guided my face back toward Malice’s.
His cheeks were flushed, eyes hooded as his thrusts lost some of their rhythm. He was close, and there was nothing I needed more than him spilling himself inside me.
“Come for me, Malice.”
“You first.”
He reached down between us, fingers pressing and rolling over my clit. Taking his face in my hands, I leaned down and kissed him.
An orgasm, just as powerful as the first one, hit me hard and fast. I broke our kiss and tossed my head back, riding the high with abandon. Malice’s lips covered one nipple, his teeth biting down just hard enough that even more pleasure rushed through me. Then he stilled and came with a long, guttural moan. I heard the others join us and vaguely wondered how they had anything left to give.
As I was coming back to my senses, I felt Sin’s presence behind me. His lips were gentle against my shoulder as his hands came around to cup my breasts.
“Do you have one more in you, kitten? One left for me?”
I leaned back into his chest and nodded, allowing him to pull me off Malice and position me on the floor where we’d started. From this vantage, I could see the other three loosely surrounding me. Malice was still reclining on the sofa, his expression satisfied but still filled with interest. It was much the same for the other two. They might not be the ones with a vested interest in getting me off, but they were no less engaged in the process.
“I’m not going slow this time, Merri. It’s going to be hard and fast. I’m going to wreck you.”
“Yes,” I breathed, eager for the experience of Sin in all his unhinged glory.
Sin wasted no time sinking inside me and setting a furious pace. This wasn’t going to be a long, drawn-out affair, and frankly, I didn’t need it to be. There was something about the rough, almost frantic thrusting of his hips that was the perfect counterpoint to the way this had started. A nice little cherry on top of my sex sundae.
Sin wove his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back until my neck was arched and his lips were at my ear. “Give it to me, Merri. I want to hear you scream my name. I want every person in this realm to know who fucking owns you.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t, not with the way his cock was pounding my cervix. It was equal parts pleasurable and painful.
“Say it, Merri. Tell them who owns this pussy.”
