“Fuck,” I cried, but my voice was lost against her dripping cunt.
Pain lanced through my leg suddenly and I shifted my position. Something sharp had cut my knee, but I didn’t even care. Nothing mattered but taking his cock and tasting her pussy. I moaned as they used me, his hand still applying pressure to the back of my head as he drove in and out. Her nails tug into my shoulders, raking across my skin and leaving angry trails.
Fuck,it felt good. I groaned as he adjusted the angle of his thrusts in a way that hit a spot inside me that wasmagical.He released my head, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back to meet every pump.
“Fuck,” I sobbed. “I’m so close.”
Madi answered with a ragged moan, her hips rocking as she chased her orgasm. I traded my tongue on her clit for my fingers, rubbing quick short circles. She bucked and screamed, and the sight of her—the sight of her coming undone for me, the vision of how gorgeous she was naked and smeared with dirt with her hair sprawled out beneath her—it burned its way into me, searing my soul, planting the dream of hope.
I could have this.
This could be my life.
Stop it. Stop, stop thinking that.
Hope was such a dangerous thing.
Dallas leaned down, kissing my shoulders. Madi gasped as her muscles coiled, her orgasm rocking through her. Tremors rolled through her body, her muscles tightening and tightening until they released.
“That’s a good girl,” Dallas praised.
He trailed more kisses over my shoulders, his teeth scraping my skin. Pain tore through me as he bit down harder, holding onto me as he thrusted again and again.
My orgasm came from nowhere. A lightning bolt striking, a euphoric rush following. I gasped as I tightened around him, milking his cock through every second of it.
His teeth released me and he moaned in my ear. Heat burst inside me as I melted against Madi, his cock filling me with every drop of his release.
“Dallas,” I whispered.
“Yes, baby?”
“You can hunt me down any time.”
“Me too,” Madi added.
He chuckled. “Good. I plan to.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Dallas
I spent an hour washing, rubbing, and pampering Madi and June after our hunt. It would be morning soon, but I’d already pushed June to go in to work late so we could all sleep in.
After our shower, I picked June up and put her up on the bathroom counter.
“Oh god,” she giggled, leaning back. Water rolled down her chest and I smiled as Madi joined us, leaning over to drag her tongue up a line of water around her nipple. June’s breath huffed out, her eyes glazing over.
“There,” Madi murmured, kissing June’s other nipple and licking up any other droplets. “All better, huh?”
“Almost,” I said.
Madi leaned in as I knelt down, pressing a kiss to June’s knee right above the cut there. The bleeding had stopped, and it was deeper than I’d expected. All three of us were covered in scratches and bruises, but this was the only one that had drawn blood. I wasn’t sure when it had happened. Maybe when I was fucking her into the ground, or when I tackled her. Regardless, I took my time cleaning it and working the antibacterial cream into it.
She let out a soft hiss. “Don’t kiss mywound, silly,” she whispered, although her voice held no bite.
I chuckled as Madi handed me a bandage.
June rested her head on Madi’s shoulder, both of them watching as I patched her up. I kissed her knee again, gripping her calf gently.
