Page 24 of Lethal

From the corner of my sight, I catch Jasper making a motion, and a split second later, I’m ripped from the seat, my legs yanked out, dragging me to the ground. My head rests on the edge of the couch bringing me face to cunt with Raven. Instantly my mouth fills, wanting to taste her sweetness.

Before I can take the initiative, Jasper’s sharp voice spews out another one of his commands. “Suck on her clit. Make our girl come.” He does something I can’t see to make her moan. “Arms on the back of the couch, Little Bird.”

Defiance rides me hard. I was fixing to do exactly what he said, but now that it no longer seems like my idea, I don’t want to. His threat pops into the forefront of my mind again, and I reconsider.

Meanwhile, Jasper’s thrusting in and out of her, his cock shining with her slickness. And like a moth to a flame, I can’t keep myself from giving in. I flick my tongue out to taste her, the need for it overriding my every thought. The swipe has me licking his shaft before meeting her clit. It’s unavoidable. “Fuck,” she moans, her hips bucking to follow my tongue as I pull it back to make another pass.

Her pelvis is shifted into my face as Jasper’s hands land on either side of her hips, keeping her still. He presses his fingers into her, moving her until she’s tilted at a different angle. And with her continued sounds of pleasure, I become more adamant with my efforts to get her off.

I trace my tongue in circles around her clit before writing my name against it, marking her as mine in a way the others will never know. It feels like a race of who can make her come faster, Jasper fucking her, or my tongue laving away.

Raven’s hand reaches for my head, her grip punishing in my hair as she holds me against her cunt. As if I could even go anywhere. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she screams. It’s so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if the pilots could hear it.

Suddenly, Jasper pulls out of her completely and a fraction of a second later, my face is drenched with her release. He plunges back in and repeats the action after a few thrusts. She squirts on me again, collapsing onto the couch as her limbs shake with the power of her orgasm. The only thing saving me from suffocating is the fact Jasper is holding her hips up.

He continues fucking her, continuously getting the same results. I’m drenched. I try to drink as much of the savory liquid as I can, but it’s impossible to get it all. It rolls down my neck and drips across my chest.

I’m about at the end of my control for tolerating Jasper’s balls hitting my chin when he finally comes, which is my cue to shimmy away before I end up with his cum on my face, too. Raven’s is welcome, but if his touches me, it’ll earn him a stray bullet…

Digging my heels into the ground, I awkwardly drag myself off the couch and into the aisle of the plane. Vander and Grayson stand, both taking hold of one of my arms to help hoist me to my feet. I’m upright in time to watch Jasper pull out of Raven, his cum spilling onto the couch where my head was moments ago. Thank fuck I had the awareness to get out of dodge in time.

A single glance shows Raven collapsed on the seat, breathing hard. Her eyes glassy, completely blissed out with blown pupils. “Cole,” she moans, calling for me.

“Untie me,” I command whoever wants to listen. Doesn’t matter which one of them it is, I simply need my hands free to go to her.

“Do it,” Jasper says to Grayson. “Let him go to her.”

Grayson moves to stand behind me, his fingers working to pull at the rope and untie me. “You did a real number on this. Made it tighter with all your struggling,” he admonishes. I don’t pay him any attention, though. No, that’s firmly affixed on Raven.

The moment my arms are free, Grayson moves his hands over them to help with the blood flow, but I don’t have the patience to stick around for the touchy bullshit. I shake them out, taking the two strides to the couch where I sit on the far side, the only part that’s currently dry, making a mental note to have a cleaning crew come through here.

My arms barely want to work as I reach for my obsession, needing to hold her to me, even if I won’t be relieving these blue balls anytime soon. Thankfully, she helps move herself onto my lap.

“Your leg is bloody,” she murmurs, tucking her head into the crook of my neck. I glance down but can’t see what she’s talking about since she’s sitting on my lap. The mention of it has throbbing pain pulsing from the bullet wound. One of the stitches must’ve popped at some point. Another reminder of her love, as if the sick and unusual torment she put me through wasn’t testament enough.

“I’ll never leave you again, Luv,” I whisper into her hair. It sticks to my face since I didn’t want to bother getting my arms to cooperate enough to wipe it dry. “I’m yours until the day I die. And even then, I’ll remain yours through any afterlife there may be.” Her only answer is a contented sigh, already passing out.

We land in Miami; the bump of the wheels meeting the ground jarring both of us awake. I finally fell asleep after a while of watching her as she used my pec as a pillow. The sound of her soft, even breaths lulled me to sleep when I didn’t even mean for it to happen. I still had things to do.

“What is it?” she asks, bolting from my chest. I miss her touch immediately. I’m too damn addicted for my own good. There isn’t a more pure form of love than one born of obsession.

“We landed,” Grayson answers, standing from the captain’s chair he was in to give her a kiss. Her hair is mussed, sticking in all directions, and he tries to tame it with his fingers. Her eyes flutter closed and leans into his touch, soaking it up. If you had asked me before meeting her if I’d be okay with sharing, the answer would have been a resounding no. I would have thought I’d kill any man who laid a single finger on my woman.

But now... I find comfort in watching her with the others. We’re all so broken that together we make up a single person. One soul to keep us all alive. Fitting really.

“I should shower,” she finally says, pulling away from Grayson’s touch. She turns her gaze back to me, a small smile lifting her lips when suddenly her gaze narrows on my leg like it threw a vulgar insult at her. “Your leg is still bloody.”

“You’re both rather bloody,” Vander responds. His hand moves to his crotch to rearrange his hardening cock. Fuck, we don’t need to start that again. Not that I don’t want to experience us all having her at the same time, but now that we’ve landed, we have a fucker to hunt, torture, and kill.

Raven eyes his movement, licking her lips. Can the woman be any more perfect for us? I think not.

“We should shower,” I say, cutting in before things can heat up again. “Then I need to check on the programs I set to run, and since I got interrupted, we have no assets waiting for us. So we need to—“

“Actually,” Jasper says, cutting me off. “I set a few things up while you were getting your beauty sleep. A car is waiting at the hanger, and I’ve arranged an airboat for when we get to the Everglades. Are you sure he’s in the wetlands?”

Raven stands and stretches, her lithe body on full display. Nope, can’t get distracted. We have a mission to accomplish. Then I can fuck her until she passes out. A sharp ache stabs my balls, reminding me I haven’t come yet. I’ll need to take care of that so I can focus on my task. Shaking my head to clear the vision of Raven being fucked on top of me, I turn my attention to Jasper.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Like I said before, it’s the only address I’ve found attached to his name. I highly doubt he’s there, but it’s all we have. It’s a lead at least.” I run a hand through my hair. It stirs the surrounding air, bringing the scent of dried blood and cum. I need a shower desperately.

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