Page 21 of Lethal

A few thrusts later, Grayson slides free and steps away. “My turn,” Vander rumbles, stalking toward me like he wants to consume me, body, soul, and darkness.

Jasper removes my hand from his cock and kisses my palm gently. “You’re mine after Vander,” he says with a wink.

Vander’s hands grip me, and before I know it, he’s lifting me from Cole. His muscular arms bulge around me, making me feel small in his grasp, even though I’m not. He turns me and deposits me on Cole’s lap once more, except now I’m facing Vander. With a hand on my clavicle, he pushes me back until I’m lounging on my nerd.

“Drape your legs over his and spread yourself open like the slut you are.” Vander’s hand moves to my throat as I open myself for him. The other two watch with hooded lids, even Grayson who spilled his load moments ago.

Reaching for his knife, Vander trails it between my cleavage. “I want you to choose a spot on your body, and I’ll choose one. Those are the places where I’ll cut you when we fuck.” His gaze flicks to Cole’s face over my shoulder. “And he’s going to tattoo you with a heart on each spot. That way we can contain the scars you’ll get in those places, instead of me marking your entire body otherwise.”

The thought of having permanent marks from him cutting me has my spine stiffening. He closes the distance between us and moves his hand long enough to lick along the pulse point of my neck. “Cole already got to mark your back. Grayson’s ring is still around your finger. This is my way of marking you as mine. Trust me, Reginetta.”

His eyes soften as he waits for my reply, a hint of vulnerability flashes across them. I take a deep breath, working to get used to the idea of voluntarily adding scars to my body. To say I enjoyed the last time he cut me is an understatement. The way he swiped the blood all over me… It was hot as fuck.

But I’ve done everything I can to diminish the one scar I already have. The only marks I’ve added are the tattoos, which I didn’t actually add myself, and represent my kills. It’s not the same thing. Although, he’s right. He deserves to have a way to mark me as his. “Okay,” I whisper, hoping I don’t regret my decision.

The most brilliant smile takes over Vander’s face. His finger lightly traces a heart right under my clavicle. “This is my spot. Now you pick yours.”

I run my tongue along my lips, wetting them as I think. “Here,” I say, pointing to a spot on my left upper thigh, right next to my cunt. A shiver runs through me thinking of Vander licking a trail of blood from there.

“Hmm… I’m almost thinking you should choose a second spot. Where else?” he growls. The hand holding his knife shakes as if the thought alone has him losing control. “Perhaps somewhere I can reach while I’m fucking you from behind?”

His suggestion brings ideas to mind. Of course, it can’t impede on the area where my ravens belong. My neck could work… but the small of my back sounds even better. Shit. Would that be too tramp stamp-y?

“My ass cheek,” I offer, but it sounds more like a question. Cole shifts his shoulders underneath me as if he’s trying to escape his bindings again.

A small laugh escapes Vander. “Seems your artist has an opinion about this. You have time to decide, my little slut.”

Cole still works to free himself. I glance over my shoulder and palm his cheek. Anger lights his eyes. A warning to not fuck with his masterpiece. I know he worships my back almost as much as he obsesses over me. “Don’t worry. You can help me pick a place that won’t interfere with my ravens.” My reassurance calms him, and he rests his head against mine.

“Three spots might be a smidge greedy,” Jasper rasps, his tone deep and gravely with his desire. “Especially considering I haven’t chosen a way to mark her as mine. You get two spots. You each pick one so it’s even, and we’re leaving it at that.”

Vander frowns at the commanding way Jasper makes the decision like it’s law, but surprisingly enough he doesn’t argue. Or perhaps he takes his anger out on me, because there’s a sudden burning sensation on my chest that draws my attention. Blood beads on the cut and a glance at Vander shows he’s staring at it. The throbbing cock poking my ass proves Cole enjoys the sight as well.

Vander swipes his thumb over it, gathering the glistening red droplets, and brings it to my nipple. The blood eases his motions as he teases circles over the hard peak. The redness spreads, staining my hardened peak darker, and his other thumb presses against the wound, encouraging more blood to spill.

Collecting it, he mirrors his movements on my other side. I moan at the sensation of him gliding over them, using my blood. It shouldn’t be hot. A normal person would probably hate this. But I find it sexy as fuck. He continues on, a smirk pulling at his lips as if he knows my thoughts.

In a swift movement, he licks the cut, and before I know it, he moves to devour me. The taste of copper covers his tongue as he kisses me deeply. We share a moan, one that I can’t be certain who it comes from.

His fingers swipe over the cut again before using it to slick over my clit. I’m already so wet, the blood does nothing other than turn me on even more. “Fuck, you’re drenched,” Vander rasps. “I can’t wait, damn it. I wanted to take my time with you, but I need you too much.”

He deftly unbuttons his pants and quickly shoves them down his legs far enough to release his cock. The thickness of it makes his large hand seem smaller as he wraps it around his girth and jacks it a few times.

I reach for his shoulders, wanting to close the distance between us. Simply eyeing his gigantic dick has me feeling the phantom stretch I love so much, even though I just had Grayson who’s fairly the same size. These men keep me in a needy state. Wanting them to fuck me constantly.

Vander’s gaze flicks from his cock to my bloody nipples to the cut by my clavicle then back to his hand. Before I realize what he’s about to do, he picks up the knife and swipes it across his palm. Blood instantly drips across my chest, red dots standing out from my skin. Vander growls at the sight. A savage desperation crosses his face, and a shudder of desire runs through him.

Apparently, my blood alone wasn’t enough. He had to add his own to the mix. He fists his hand, encouraging his blood to flow faster. The warmth of it splashes against my chest before his palm wraps around his cock, spreading even more of the slippery lifeforce, using it like lube to glide up and down.

When his dick is covered in red, he releases it, reaching for my chest instead. His touch smears through the droplets, making me sticky with blood. Vander watches every movement he makes like he’s committing them to memory. Something he does every time we’ve been together. His brows pinch together, and with a single finger, he traces the word mine.

With a nod of approval, his hand moves to grip my throat. My pussy flutters with his dominance, him claiming me as his, and the complete control he seeks. I freely give it to him, releasing my hold and gripping Cole’s thighs instead.

To show my submission, I spread my legs as far as I can, opening myself for him to take as he pleases. A sound somewhere between a moan and a savage growl rumbles from deep in his chest. As if the rubber band wrapped around his control snaps, his free hand grips his cock, ensuring it meets its mark as he thrusts forward.

I suck in a deep breath at the sudden invasion. My men aren’t taking things softly today. They’re all about claiming me, although part of it might be due to wanting Cole to feel jealousy. Can’t say they haven’t committed to helping me with my punishment for him.

Absolute savages.

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