Shoving the blankets off with my feet, I’m flushed and honestly think I could come just from watching them make love. Viking is brutal and fierce as he fucks Priest, who growls like a wild bear in a fight for his life.
“Get up here.” Priest manages to shove me up against the headboard with my legs on either side of his shoulders and his face between my thighs. “That’s just what I need,” he mutters before diving in and slurping up my juices before fucking his tongue into my pulsing hole.
I toss my head back, grip his hair, and hold him close as he eats me out like I’m his last meal. Viking grips my ankles and somehow drags me closer to Priest’s mouth and pins my knees to my chest.
“Oh, fuck me, Priest!” An orgasm blasts through me, my eyes close tight, and I tense until the sensations wash away.
“Not done yet,” Viking grunts, yanking Priest's head out of the way so he can lean over and take a long lick through my folds before sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue until I thrash around, trying to break free of their hold.
He pauses moments before I come again. Priest chuckles until he’s used and abused by the vicious man who delights in torturing us. “Fuck that was delicious,” Viking says, licking his lips and holding my stare as he thrusts harder and faster into Priest until they both strain for release.
Pushing up from the bed, Priest makes room for me to wiggle below him. They both lift just enough for Priest to slam as roughly into my aching pussy as he can. Allowing Viking to do the hard work from behind.
“I’m going to… Oh god, please, please, please!” Begging incoherently, I feel them tense, seconds before they groan, and I’m flooded with warmth that triggers my own climax.
Inundated by relief and agony all at once, I hardly hold onto consciousness as they fall to the side, leaving us panting and covered in sweat. My body continues to twitch and shudder as Viking gets up, removes his condom, and heads to the bathroom.
A minute later, the shower turns on, and he returns, crawling between my legs to lick up my core, gathering fluids from Priest and me on his tongue and moaning in delight.
“Fuck that’s good,” he mutters against my breast, nipping each nipple before moving up and taking my mouth in a deep and dominant kiss. There’s no doubt he’s the man in charge right now. “Come on, I need your ass now.”
Whimpering as he picks me up, I hear Priest chuckling from behind and watch as he walks behind us. Viking places me on my feet in the shower stall, acting all aggressive as he shoves me against the wall, securing me in place with a forearm against the back of my neck. His free hand slaps my ass until I cry and beg him to stop, but he doesn’t. He smooths his palm over the aches and starts all over again.
My gaze finds Priest sitting on the bench, stroking himself in a tight fist, up and down slowly, pinching the base until his fist turns white with the strain. I’m so mesmerized that I don’t realize Viking has started breaching me until he releases a long growl and pummels his hips into me, lifting me off my feet with his power.
“Viking, please.” I’m not sure if I’m begging for more or for him to stop, but he couldn’t care less, he just manipulates me to his needs and thrusts in and out with ease.
“Fuck, hellcat, your ass is perfect for fucking. So tight, so stretchable, so fucking pliable for me.” Biting across the tendon in my neck, I swear I feel his teeth break skin. “Good girl, stay just like this.” I’m pinned and off my feet; I couldn’t move if I wanted to.
“She ain’t moving nowhere, man. You could do anything you wanted to her right now, and she’d scream for more.” Priest sounds amazed, but I can’t stop watching his hand and the leaking pearls rolling down the side that I want to lick up.
“She’s fucking salivating for your dick, man.” Viking’s cruel chuckle is something I imagine people fear, but it only makes me hotter for him.
Priest scoops up his liquids and offers it to me like a special treat. Sucking his finger into my mouth, I bathe it with my tongue, taking every last drop, swallowing it down slowly, loving his flavor and savoring it.
“Finish her,” Priest grunts, getting to his feet and working his dick harder and faster, matching rhythm with Viking as he fucks me like I’m his own little toy. They groan in unison, and I feel Viking pulsing inside me seconds before Priest comes on me from the side.
One flick of Viking’s fingers over my pulsing, swollen clit, and I cry out with my own release. My body goes limp in his arms, and I feel lightheaded, but they’ll take care of me; they always do. In that, I know I can trust.
Chapter 24
Priest
Staring up at the ceiling with my arms behind my head, Logan is passed out cold, half on my chest, while Viking sleeps next to her on his back, one hand on her hip. I can’t turn off my brain. It’s been like this for two nights now, ever since Viking had his way with me.
I’m not mad about it, but I’m confused. It was raw, hot, and the most honest experience of my life. Not once have I looked at a man like a sexual object, but ever since Logan walked into our lives, things have changed. We’ve…evolved, broken chains, and smashed through barriers we didn’t know were holding us back like fucking wrecking balls. That’s what she does to us.
Both of us are thinking further into the future because of Logan. We’re more open-minded, and now I have two sexual partners when I only ever thought about one.
Dragging a hand down my face, I slip out of bed, dress quietly, and head downstairs to find Brute sitting at the bar with Brody lying on his shoulder, out cold. The kid is cute and looks just like his mom but has his dad’s fierce glare.
“Rough night?” I ask as I approach.
His eyes burrow into me as he shoots back his drink. “The boy thinks he has all the control.” Brute glances down at him and sighs. “He fucking does.”
Sliding onto the stool next to them, I drum my fingers on the bar a few times before blurting out, “Can I ask you something?” Brute grunts in response, patting the boy's butt when he fusses. “You and Axl ever… you know?”
My president’s eyes widen before narrowing. “Ever what?” he hedges, looking for clarification.
