Despite his agreement, Damian snakes a hand around my lower back, drawing me closer. A low warning sound escapes him as he struggles to make his peace with his decision, and he’s not the only one. Bo finishes tugging his pants on, rounding the bed with his jaw clenched and eyeing his brothers like they were the ones responsible for everything that happened tonight. Slade loses his deceptively casual stance of standing guard beside the door, gaze flicking between the two of them and me, and then the fucking window like he’s honestly debating if he should push them out of it.
It’s endearing to a certain degree, but if we devolve to where even the four brothers are turning on each other, I’m tapping out. While having a bunch of sexy as sin men fighting over you is a fantastic fantasy, the real world applications are far more stressful than people want to believe.
Of all of them, Kaige seems to be the only one that recognizes that they aren’t a threat to me, and I send him as much appreciation for that as I can stuff into a single glance before patting Damian’s chest. Tongue in cheek, he stares down at me for a weighted moment before reluctantly shoving the word through gritted teeth. “Deal.”
Reid reaches me first, grabbing my upper arm and yanking me away from Damian hard enough that I stumble a step. His grip is like iron, though, keeping me upright as he palms the nape of my neck and backs me up against his brother’s chest. Cin immediately tangles one hand in my hair and the other settles on my hip, tightening his hold until my breath hitches. Effectively caging me between them, they ensure that I can’t take so much as a single step without them allowing it, anchoring me to them.
Reid’s voice is a deadly whisper, sending my heart sprinting into overdrive. “Who?”
I swallow hard. “Annika.”
Cinjin uses his grip on my hair to crane my head back to face him. “Is she dead?”
Fisting the front of his twin’s shirt, I grind my ass against him. “Better; she’s suffering and miserable.”
A low growl rumbles both of their chests as Cin slams his lips against mine. “Not nearly enough.”
Tugging Reid’s shirt up, I try to get my point across as Kaige interjects to help steer them in the right direction, “You'd have been proud of our girl. Not only did Sabrina refuse to let Annika get in her head, she told her off and slapped her into next week.”
“Still not enough,” Cin growls into the side of my throat as he bites down hard enough to draw blood. Finally relenting, they strip off their shirts, working in tandem to always have a set of hands on me, tethering me to one of them at all times.
“But enough for now,” Reid finishes before capturing my mouth in a rough clash of teeth and tongues.
Squirming between them, they trade off abusing the skin at my neck and shoulders, leaving a series of bite marks and hickeys, and kissing me breathless. As Reid sucks on my pulse point, leaving me clenching around nothing, I scramble to remember why I shouldn’t just melt into a puddle between them.
“My turn.” Shoving his shoulder, he doesn’t budge.
When a frustrated growl rises in my throat this time, Cinjin spins me around to face him, kissing me and chuckling into my mouth, the sound darker than I’m used to hearing from him. “Not even close, sweet girl.”
Passing me back to Reid, he steps away long enough to snatch the bag out of Kaige’s hand and dumps it out onto the mattress.
Rummaging through the pile, he rips open a couple of packages while Reid slides a hand down the back of my thigh and urges me to wrap my leg around his waist.
Bo clenches and unclenches his fist as he talks himself into walking away. Finally, he mutters under his breath, “I’ll get Hunter up to speed.”
As Cin returns, tugging the vibrator out and drizzling more lube over my ass before working in a larger toy that has me tensing, the sound of the couch scraping along the carpet is followed by Slade dropping into it. “No need, already messaged him.”
Glancing his way, I find him staring at me with enough intensity to make my blood boil. Between his heated gaze languidly roaming over me and Reid circling my clit, my muscles relax enough that the stretch is bearable as Cin works it deeper.
With a huff, Damian asks, “Then why isn’t he fucking here yet?”
A cruel smile spreads across Slade’s face. “Interim leader, remember? Now that he knows she’s safe with us taking care of her, he has a hell of a mess to clean up.”
Wrapping a hand around my throat, Cin growls in my ear, “Eyes on us.” Thrusting the toy harder into my ass this time, he flexes his grip once before releasing my throat when I face forward again with a sharp gasp.
Reid captures my other leg, backing up to sit on the edge of the mattress with me in his lap. This time when I try to push him onto his back, he does so without protest, lifting his hips enough to shove his pants off. He only gets them halfway down his thighs before I’m reaching between us, running the tip of his cock over my slit twice before impaling myself, slowly sinking down on him.
With a soft groan, that he matches, I shut my eyes and take a few deep breaths. The pressure isn’t too bad, more overwhelming than anything. Bracing myself on his stomach, I roll my hips experimentally, and he makes it all of five seconds before he breaks. Grabbing my hips with a low growl, he lifts me up slightly before slamming me back down, and the temporary stasis we’d found ourselves in snaps. Everything that’s been slowly building between us over the past few weeks swiftly becomes an all consuming heat, setting every nerve ending on fire. Riding him in earnest, the desperation for more is nearly feral in nature, and everything outside of the three of us fades away.
Slowly, Cin slides his palm up my spine before urging me down, and Reid drags me down into a bruising kiss. Against his lips, I murmur, “Are you sure?” My words break off in a hiss as Cin removes the toy and presses the head of his cock into my ass.
Forcing me to look him in the eye, he adamantly declares, “I've never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He’s forced to swallow down my whimper as Cinjin works his way into me with shallow thrusts, adding more lube as he goes. Between ragged breaths, Cin begs, “I’m trying to go slow, but fuck, angel, you’re testing my limits. You’ve got to stop making those sounds.” Releasing my hip, Reid slips a hand between us to work my clit in rapid circles with a wicked glint in his eye, and I jolt from the sensory overload. “Fuck, I-” Cin doesn’t get another word out, hips jerking as he slams the rest of his cock into my ass.
Automatically, I bury my face in Reid’s shoulder, biting him in an attempt to muffle the sound as I cry out. For a few seconds, we all remain completely frozen in place and time. I can’t even manage to draw in a breath, the unyielding pressure reaching a new level. The pain crests, dialing back to a bearable level, and with it, reality returns with a vengeance. The noise of several ominous rumbles fills the room, so I take a few quick breaths, each bringing in the scent of sweat-slicked bodies, sex, and ash.
“I’m okay,” I pant, hastily attempting to reassure the others. Wetting my lips, the coppery tang of blood coats my tongue, and I focus onthat.Tentatively, I squirm between them, risking a look over my shoulder. “Just need you to start moving. Please?”
