Page 22 of Lethal

Vander’s fingers ripple against my throat before he squeezes, cutting off my airflow. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your desperation for me to fuck you. Spreading your legs like a little whore... fuck, you’re so perfect for us.”

He leans forward, bracing himself on the couch behind Cole. I’m pinned between the two of them, the warmth from their bodies surrounding me in an almost perfect sandwich. We need to do this again when Cole can participate.

Darkness creeps in on the edge of my vision, and yet Vander doesn’t lift his hold. Doesn’t allow me to take a breath. Each thrust has me grinding against Cole’s cock. His length is nestled between my ass cheeks, and I wish more than ever I’d removed his pants when I had the chance. I bet he does too since he might have gotten off from the friction. As it is, there’s a possibility he’s getting chafed from his pants.

Right as small sparks flash behind my eyes, a rush of endorphins floods me. If I could, a moan would’ve ripped from my throat, but Vander’s hand keeps it locked in place. My nails bite through Cole’s pants, digging for purchase as I tremble on top of him. Vander’s cock drags against my walls in the most delicious way as I clamp down on him. He hits my nerves in such a way it has my release lasting longer, aftershocks fluttering through me.

The moment I almost pass out, his hold loosens, allowing a rush of air to flow into my lungs. It’s icy after the burn of not being able to breathe for so long. Vander doesn’t let me catch my breath, instead opting to cut it off in a new way. His mouth descends on mine in a punishing, bruising kiss.

A bite to my lip has us sharing blood once more. The tang mixing between our dueling tongues, competing for who can consume the other first. A desperation to get even closer, to become one. I swallow his pleasure filled grunt, and as he grows closer to coming, his touch turns more worshipful for a beat. His hand shifts to cradle my neck, and our kiss is somehow deeper than before, losing the frantic pace, but more passionate.

It passes as quickly as it came, because soon enough, he grips my hair in his fist and uses it to pull me off Cole. My knees hit the ground, and I fling my hands out to catch my fall, only to have my head jerk back as his hold keeps me from meeting the floor.

His hand pumps his cock, tugging it over my chest. “Ready for your necklace, Reginetta?“ Fire dances in his eyes as he peers down at me. My scalp prickles with pain as he yanks my head even harder, forcing me to jut out my chest. He releases his cock, and it bobs in front of me. “Finish me off, my little slut.”

I wrap my hold around his cock and use the slickness of his blood and my cream to stroke him. My other hand fondles his balls, manipulating him with my touch to careen off the edge. He must already be close, because his eyes are hooded and his body is tense. “Cum on me, Vander. Mark me as yours.”

“Yes,” he hisses through his teeth as rope after rope of his cum joins the blood on my breasts. His chest heaves, and I lean forward to clean his cock of the last drops of his release. I close my mouth around him, flicking my tongue out to tease his head. Salty tang explodes, a mixture of myself, Vander, and blood. It’s heady and makes me question why I enjoy it so damn much.

Vander releases my hair, allowing me to tilt my head and take him even further as I suck and lick him clean. I can’t get enough. “Fuck. Too sensitive, babe.” Vander steps away, taking his cock with him. I pout my lip out, an objection on the tip of my tongue, but it’s not Vander my gaze lands on, it’s Jasper.

His smile threatens to distract me. In fact, it does more than threaten. That gorgeous dimple pulls it off. He holds out a hand, and I take it, allowing him to help me stand. Jasper doesn’t wait, he immediately cradles my face with his hands and kisses me. A new flavor mixes in with all the rest, and I’m surprised he doesn’t step away in disgust.

Through the kiss, he keeps from pressing against my chest where Vander’s cum quickly cools, but once he breaks away, he lovingly gazes into my eyes. His thumb soothes my cheek, and he whispers in my ear. “So beautiful the way you take them all. You ready for the grand finale?”

“I’m always ready for you, Jasper.” He spins me around so I’m facing Cole and slaps my ass. Cole watches me, torment in his eyes. His cock strains against his pants so much I’m afraid he might split the zipper.

“Good girl. Now go straddle Cole and make sure you rub your tits on him.” I stride to my computer genius and before I’m able to touch him, Jasper speaks up again. “Maybe you should give his mouth a break and kiss him. Let him work the ache out of his jaw. I have something else to keep him quiet in a few minutes.”

Wondering what Jasper could have planned for him, I straddle his lap and work the gag’s buckle free from behind his head. The whole time, his eyes dart across my face. They’re frantic, filled with desperation. I can practically watch the wheels turning in his head of whether he should say what’s on his mind. It’s odd being able to read him so clearly. The experience we’ve put him through has him so on edge, he’s forgotten to guard himself.

The moment the ball is removed from his mouth, he works his jaw. I run kisses along his cheek, pressing myself against him. Vander’s cum and the mixture of our blood have us sticking together, and he lets out a strangled groan. It’s a mix of relief and despair.

I rub my fingers up his neck until they rest on the back of his head, his hair way too short to thread my fingers through. Using my thumbs, I help ease the pain the gag caused. Emotions cross his gaze, so fleeting I can’t pick out what they are, but they draw me closer until I’m resting my forehead on his. Our noses brush, and his exhale tickles my lips. We seem to have fallen into our own bubble once more.

“Don’t do it again, Cole. I won’t tolerate it, and I know they won’t either.” Each word has our lips grazing, but I don’t give in to the temptation. Not yet. “Family sticks together, no matter what. Through fear, psychotic breaks, and the darkest of temptations. We’re forever more. That’s not something you fuck with.”

“I won’t,” he rasps. “I promise. But for all that’s unholy, please end this torture. My cock feels like it’ll explode if I don’t get some relief. I need your cunt, Luv.” The nickname I’ve grown accustomed to sounds odd when he doesn’t use his British accent. I’m not sure I’ll grow used to him not using it. It’s almost as if he’s merged two people into one now. The computer hacker with one-third of my stalker.

“Sorry, love. I can’t do that. It’s a group decision. And what kind of punishment would it be if I didn’t follow through?“ Before he can react, I kiss him to soothe the blow of my rejection. Not that he needs it, but it is effective in shutting him up.

Jasper’s strong hands drape my hair to one side, and his lips graze across my shoulder, leaving behind the barest of kisses. His touch remains soft, traveling over my back and along my upper thighs as he presses his chest against me.

Aside from the time with Ravenmaster and whoever fucked my mouth, this is the closest I’ve felt to having a threesome. My hips thrust, grinding against Cole as Jasper’s fingertips draw closer to my center. Cole grunts into my mouth with the sensation and bucks up into me. I know with certainty if his hands were free, he’d be flipping me over and having his way with me.

Him not being able to do what he wants, to be tortured with the inability, to have the choice taken away, is exactly what I wanted. It’s the only way he’d see exactly what he did to the rest of us.

“Shall we take things to the next level, Little Bird? Perhaps we should make Cole more comfortable while we’re at it,” Jasper asks, but the tone of his voice makes it sound more like a command.

He makes quick work of removing the rest of his clothing, barely giving me a chance to miss the heat of his body around me. Within a single moment, he’s pressed against my back once more, hands teasing at my inner thighs, not touching where I want him. The softness of his fingertips is driving me crazy. You’d think after being with two of my men already I’d be satiated, but it’s the complete opposite. I need more.

I continue kissing Cole through it all, enjoying his lips and tongue manipulating my mouth, but above all, the sharp nips of his teeth to my bruised lips. My hands continue from the back of his neck into the longer length of his hair at the top of his head. I thread my fingers through it, gripping him and holding him to me like he might pull away any second.

Anticipation builds as Jasper trails his touch from my hips to my knees. Each pass has him nudging closer to where I want him most, but the moment he draws close to my lips, he stops. Instead of his fingers running through my slickness, he reaches for Cole’s belt, swiftly pulling it through the buckle and then undoing the button. Cole bucks his hips, trying to fight off Jasper’s hands from removing his pants.

Jasper calmly grabs Cole by the balls, squeezing them in a threatening manner. “I’m not sure you understand the position you’re in right now,” Jasper says to Cole, menace in his tone. “We all decide on when you get to fuck our girl again. I suggest you don’t fight me.”

Chapter 10

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