Page 41 of Where Angels Fall

“Fuck that,” the huge guy with his hair pulled back into a bun. The first guy who came up to me in this bar. “There is no fucking way we meet at the Harbour after what they did.”

I’m trying to hang onto their words, trying to listen to what’s happening. It’s almost impossible as Matt eats me from behind, like a man starved.

“It’s mutual ground, Griffy baby,” the younger guy, Leon, drawls. He looks different from the rest. My age with a fresh face, a septum piercing and tattoos that are drawn in patchworks instead of skin-to-skin pieces.

Matt slurps me from behind, gripping my thighs in a tight hold as he open-mouth kisses my clit. My skin is scorching hot and sweat beads on my neck. Something about the way he licks me, with such need and lust, has me pushing back into him. Salacious sounds come from where we are joined. Wet and hungry.

Even through my sex-addled haze, I catch the tension crackling across the table between Griff and Leon. Griff is rigid, jaw clenched, shoulders tight, like he’s holding himself back by sheer force alone. He looks ready to pounce, violence shimmering just beneath his skin. Easily twice Leon’s size and built with rock-solid muscle.

Leon, on the other hand, doesn’t flinch. He leans back in his chair, relaxed, a small grin spreading across his face as he meets Griff’s glare head-on. There’s a glimmer in his eyes, provoking. The look in his eyes dares Griff to pounce, even though that would be a death warrant.

But my eyes flutter shut, the tension I noticed fading away as soft lips suck me into a warm mouth, fingers digging in painfully over my hips.

Rough wood kisses my cheek as I fall against the table, shivering with lust as he ruins me from behind. “I’m gonna...” I mumble to no one and everyone. My body feels as if live wires have been embedded under my skin. “I’m gonna... I need to...”

My eyes flutter open, finding Ash watching me again. “I think our little angel needs to come, Matty,” he hums. Matt groans against my pussy in agreement, and I moan at the feeling. “I guess that’s too fucking bad,” Ash growls, his voice changing in a split second. “She doesn’t get to. Not until I say so.”

My mouth parts and I let out a pathetic groan when Matt pulls away, right before I fall apart.

“No,” I gasp, pushing my core back towards him, trying to find the friction I so desperately need. “Please... K-keep going!”

A gravelly laugh sounds against my core, the feeling making tremble with ferocious need, but he doesn’t return to where I need him. Instead, I feel his warm tongue explore higher, up to my back hole. He paints small circles around it while my orgasm slowly floats away in the wind.

My hazy eyes narrow on Ash. I need to come. Need the release. And he knows it.

The unfamiliar feeling of Matt working his tongue into my ass steals my attention though, my mouth parting in a gasp as he works it inside of me. It feels... so damn good. Heat floods my body in a rush, sharp and dizzying, my thighs trembling as my brain struggles to catch up with what I’m feeling. My hands fist as I give into the feeling, small whines echoing in the small room.

“He knows not to start anything in mutual territory. It’ll mean a goddamn war with every criminal focusing their guns in his direction. He won’t risk it,” Ash continues, his words chilling me to the bone. Not enough to douse the heat Matt is causing, though. “Wanna deliver the message for me, Kaleb?” Ash’s grin is pure depraved wickedness written on his face.

The twin, Kaleb’s, face shows the first sign of life since I’ve met him. The smallest curve to his lips that doesn’t meet his eyes. He looks deadly. Death personified. “Yes,” is all he mutters, low and soft.

Matt moves back to my clit, sucking me roughly, his stubble rubbing against the backs of my thighs. My hands scrabble blindly for something to hold on to, finding nothing as broken sounds spill from me, my voice dissolving into needy moans. Using the grip on my legs, he rocks me against his face, devouring me in a way I never thought possible. In seconds he brings me to the brink again, pulling away before I can tumble off the cliff.

Toying with me.

A helpless whine leaves me, my skin heating a million degrees. Ash chuckles, obviously delighted in my pain.

“Hands and knees in front of me, Angel,” he mutters.

I glare at him, part of me wanting to tell him to get lost, but a part of me... a much bigger part, needs this. On shaky hands and knees, I make my way to him, stopping when my face is inches away from his.

He looks hungry. Hungry for me. A predator looking at a meal, slowly licking his pillowy lips. When he smiles, those dimples crease, completely at odds with the man they are on.

Lifting his hand, he runs a knuckle down the side of my face. So slowly he moves, staring into my eyes the entire time. I couldn’t look away if you paid me, losing myself in those churning blue eyes. With a finger under my chin, he turns my face to the man to his left.

“Do you remember, Griff, baby?”

My eyes fall on the gigantic man. Muscles on muscles, a rough beard and dark hair that’s tied tightly into a bun. His brown eyes bore back into mine, none of the leering, taunting man that he was on that first day. He looks like he could crush a tree with his bare hands.

I nod, turning back to Ash, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. My core is throbbing. Aching. Nerves dance in my stomach.

“I want to watch him fuck the shit out of you,” he adds, simply, nodding to him over my shoulder.

My eyes widen, my heart stuttering when I hear the table creak under his weight. I’m surprised the entire thing hasn’t collapsed.

“Yes, boss,” his deep voice sounds from behind me, as well as the sound of a belt coming undone.

I’m dizzy when I hear the zip slowly come down. Gulping once, I keep my eyes on Ash. There is no reason a man like him should be so pretty. A thrill runs through me as I wait, ready to be fucked, like Ash said. I need it. This is so out of my league, being used by real men. Ones with scars and facial hair. Men with deep voices and gravelly growls.