Page 43 of Lethal

“Maybe I should let you shoot them, too. Sounds like they need a permanent reminder of your love,” Cole coos, running a finger over the spot where I shot him. He seems to have an afterthought and leans toward me to steal a kiss. His tongue teases at the seam, before forgoing any feigned attempt at asking for entrance, and simply takes what he wants. At the same time, Grayson lightly draws circles with his fingertips on the back of my neck. Their combined touch sends shivers through my body.

I’m breathless by the time Cole pulls away. “So damn sexy when you get turned on by one of us,” Grayson murmurs in my ear before nuzzling into my neck, a certain laziness to his movements.

“Have the painkillers kicked in?” He hums against my skin, the vibration tickling me. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Cole places a tattoo gun on the side table next to the couch, followed by several other instruments he takes out of the case resting on his lap. He smirks while I watch him. “You ready for me to add to your birds?”

“Now?” I don’t know why I asked that. Could I sound any dumber? Although, maybe it’s not that dumb, considering he drugged me every other time. Sure, I woke in the middle of a session that one time, but it was his plan all along. The longer I think about it, the more my gaze narrows on him, questioning if he’s planning on drugging me again.

His brows wiggle suggestively, and he barks out a laugh. “You’re wondering if I’m planning on dosing you again, aren’t you? Don’t worry, Luv. That’s not the plan.” He stands and steps in front of me, bending at the waist until he’s forcing me to tilt my head back until I’m looking up at him. “The plan is to enjoy marking you while you’re fully conscious from start to finish. It’s about time too. I’ve been looking forward to this day.”

The distance between us closes as he dips his lips to mine, savoring the taste of me before separating again. His thumb swipes along my jawline, in a gentle caress. A fluttering appears in my stomach as I stare into his passion-filled eyes. It’s not lust, but a love for the artwork he’s crafted on my back. An obsession with permanently marking my body. “Let’s do it.”

He steps away, giving me some much needed room to breathe. There’s excitement radiating through his movements as he organizes his tools. Finding the man who has his sister seems to have set his mind at ease. Freeing him to set his mind on other things.

“I need access to your back,” he says while attaching the needle to his gun. His eyes rove over the surrounding area. “Perhaps you should straddle one of them so you’re positioned at a better angle for me and you can be comfortable.”

Jasper watches me carefully. Something about it is predatory. “He needs access to your back, Little Bird,” he rasps, standing and holding his hands out for me to take. “Let me help you with that.”

I stand, and he instantly lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it to the side. Something seems to have come over him lately. Like he can’t get enough of me. His fingers trail along my sides as he reaches around me to unsnap my bra. I shudder as he barely touches my skin when he slides the straps off.

“This is a good plan,” Grayson says, slightly slurring his words. “Jasper needs your cuddles as much as I do.”

Jasper’s face confirms it to be true, and with a shrug of his shoulder, he brushes it off like he wasn’t exposed for wanting to see a softer side of me. His hands dip to the button on my pants, opening them before I can voice any objections while I’m rendered too surprised to react. How can Grayson read him so much better than I can?

“What are you doing?” I ask, finally finding my voice.

Jasper dips his head and runs his nose along the crest of my cheek in an oddly intimate way. His breath feathers against me as he says, “Oh, sweet Little Bird.” His hands grip either side of my pants. “I want more than simple cuddles. I want to introduce you to an entirely different version of cuddling that you might not be resistant to.” A sparkle gleams in his eyes as he holds my gaze and drags my pants to my ankles, lifting each foot as he removes my shoes along with each pant leg.

“Cuddle crack. Crack cuddles... Please tell me you have a way to make her addicted to cuddles.” I turn wide eyes to Grayson.

“How strong were the painkillers you gave him?”

“Oops?” Vander guiltily says. “I forgot to tell him to only take one of them now. The other was for when the pain comes back.”

“Don’t get distracted, Remi, my love. I want to learn how to get more cuddles from you.” He watches me with hooded eyes.

A finger hooks around my chin, dragging my gaze back to Jasper. “You heard him, Little Bird. Eyes on me.”

His pants drop next and I raise a brow. “Seriously, what are you doing?”

Jasper flashes his cunt soaking, dimpled smile, and takes a seat on the couch, patting his thighs in a sign he wants me to sit there. “Have you heard of cock warming?”

“Excuse me?” I ask, stuttering to a stop. Warm hands press against my back, urging me to finish closing the distance between Jasper and I.

Jasper’s hands reach out to my thighs, guiding me onto his lap, and whoever is pushing me onto him, shifts their touch to move my hair over one shoulder, exposing my back. The way the fingers trail over my tattoos, I know it’s Cole.

“You’re going to slide that rigid cock of his into your tight little pussy,” Cole rasps. His erection bumps into my ass. “And the longer his length sits inside you, the harder it’ll become for you to remain still. Your walls will flutter around him, weeping for the friction you need to come. But you can’t move because I’ll be marking you with my ink.”

His words paint a vivid image in my mind, making my nipples pebble and my cunt clench. Holy fuck. That’s hot.

“Do you think you can stay still through the entire session, Little Bird? Should we see if one of us manages to make the other come before he’s finished?” Jasper trails his touch over me, goosebumps erupting in its path.

“Total cuddles on crack if you ask me. Can I sign up for those once my leg is healed?” Grayson asks. He pokes at his leg. “Actually, I’m feeling pretty good right now. I don’t have that throbbing, feel your heartbeat sensation when I touch it. Can I go first?” Why does he seem so adorable when he’s high?

“You get to watch, Grayson. Don’t get greedy with someone else’s idea,” Jasper tells him. His tone isn’t unkind, but it’s not overly placating either. He grips the base of his cock and raises a brow. He doesn’t need to use words to tell me to get the fuck on and do what he says. They threw out a challenge, and I’m not one to turn it down.

Scooting closer to his torso, I hover over his cock, rocking back and forth as my lips kiss his tip. “Get on my cock and sit still,” he growls at me, leaving no room for arguments. Excitement pulses through me, and my body sinks onto his length as if moving of its own volition.

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