Page 20 of Lethal

They work together, bringing me to an orgasm. Yes, even Cole since he leans forward, sinking his teeth into the crook of my exposed neck. The sharp pain of his bite sends me over the edge. Lightning bolts of pleasure shoot through my body, my limbs shaking from the force. Vander has to take over flicking the knife side to side, my arms no longer wanting to work.

Jasper helps to support my body as my muscles quiver. His touch, strong and sure, guides me into resting against Cole, but it only lasts a moment before he pushes me against Vander’s bare chest. I missed when he took his shirt off, but I enjoy the warmth of his bare skin against mine.

Vander’s arm bands around my ribcage, right under my breasts, and he holds the knife between Cole and me. The blade drips with my release, making the metal even shinier. “I want you all to note how fucking depraved our Raven is. She gets off on me fucking her with weapons.” He shifts the handle so the blade is pointing up. “Such a little slut for us.”

His focus shifts to Cole. “Lick the blade, asshole. Taste how much it turns her on.” Cole narrows a death glare at Vander, refusing to move. I’m not sure how he manages to keep his mouth shut. The defiance shining from his eyes makes Vander tack on a threat. “Do it, or I’ll cut you and paint Raven red with your blood while I fuck her.”

Cole’s teeth make a sharp noise as he grinds his jaw. His gaze flicks to me as I watch, waiting to find out what he’ll do. Either option oddly sounds appealing to me. Vander woke a love for blood in me, one we’ve only begun to explore. But watching Cole lick my juices from the knife sounds hot as fuck.

He huffs through his nose and rolls his eyes, shifting forward slightly to reach the knife. “You too, Reginetta,“ Vander adds, his thumb swiping back and forth on the bottom of my breast.

Jasper’s hand cradles the back of my head, encouraging it to close the distance even though I don’t need it. It clues me into how much he’s enjoying watching the depravity unfolding in front of him. Or he knows how much I want this and simply has an obsessive need to be in charge of giving me what I desire in life. Actually, on second thought, it’s probably both.

My gaze remains fixed on Cole’s piercing green depths, mirroring his movements. Our mouths open at the same time, tongues flick out and swipe along the blade. My flavor mixed with metal bursts across my tastebuds, and yet we move together, trailing the length of the knife until the warmed metal is gone and our tongues meet. We share my taste in a kiss, both of us hungry for more. I lose myself in the moment until I’m tugged away from him.

Suddenly, my jaw is in a vice grip. Harsh fingers dig into my skin, dragging my head to turn to the side. “Did I say you could kiss him?” Grayson asks, his eyes flashing with barely controlled anger. It has a shiver of desire flashing through me.

“Naughty, Little Bird,” Jasper rasps in my ear. “I think I should punish her mouth for you.”

“I think you should too,” Grayson agrees with him. “Open your mouth. I want to hear you choke on his cock.”

The sound of Jasper’s clothes hit the ground before he moves to sit on the back of the couch, hunching his back over to avoid hitting his head on the top of the plane. His cock juts out, a bead of precum on the tip.

“I want you to stay positioned right here, gorgeous,” Grayson instructs, holding my head a few inches from Cole.

“Don’t forget this.” Vander slaps the knife in my hold once more. “And be careful. It’s sharp. You don’t want to accidentally cut him.” His tone is menacing, like he wouldn’t actually mind if I did.

Jasper draws closer, his hand fisted around his cock, ready for my mouth. I practically drool, wanting to taste him.

A cold rubber object rubs against my cunt, and before I can question it, I’m distracted by Cole’s angry outburst. “Absolutely fucking not!” Cole seethes. “Get your dick away from my face. You’re crossing the line.”

Jasper laughs before tsking. “Raven warned you not to say anything.” It’s the only warning Cole gets before Vander shoves a ball gag into his mouth and buckles it in place behind his head. “Suck on our woman’s juices while we pleasure her and you wallow in the bad decisions that brought you here.”

Now the object pressing against me makes more sense…

Cole’s eyes flash with surprise before morphing into the promise of murder, but with the mention of this being his punishment, some of the heat diminishes. His gaze flicks to mine, and I know he’s already formulating plans for what he’ll do to me in the future. My mind goes to the times Ravenmaster used a toy on me, and I know intrinsically it was him.

Before I can think about it much more, Jasper’s fingers thread through my hair at the top of my head, gripping it so tightly, tiny pinpricks of pain prickle my scalp. My mouth pops open, knowing what he wants. His cock slides in, and he doesn’t wait to thrust, shoving his tip into my throat.

Vander’s hand guides mine into holding the knife against Cole’s throat, and Grayson lines up behind me. So many things are happening at once, it’s hard to concentrate on a single one.

Grayson doesn’t wait to shove in either, plunging balls deep in one thrust. It forces Jasper’s dick farther down my throat, and the knife jumps in my palm. Fuck. I can’t even look to see if I’ve cut Cole.

After a time, Jasper yanks my head back, his cock slipping from my mouth with a slurping sound. My gaze lands on his smiling face, his dimple peeking out. “Remember the first time we fucked?” I nod, and he continues, “Your guard is watching again.”

His eyes flick to the side, drawing my attention to where he’s directing. I find Vander leaning against one of the captain’s chairs, his arms crossed over his bare chest and his thick cock straining against his pants. His gaze traces over me pointedly when he notices our attention on him. “What? I enjoy watching you being used like the whore you are.”

“That’s right, Remi. You’re so good at taking us both at the same time,” Grayson praises. His cock slamming into me, our skin making rhythmic slapping sounds.

Jasper takes the knife from my hand, and I’m finally able to check if I’ve nicked Cole. There’s a small line of blood, but not too much. I suppose I couldn’t have expected to not cut him at all with how much I’ve been jostled. Jasper tosses the knife to Vander, who catches it smoothly, but I don’t see what he does with it.

My attention is drawn to Jasper once more as he wraps my hand around his cock. “Keep me on the edge, Little Bird. I want my load to spill in your cunt where it belongs.” With his words, my pussy flutters around Grayson’s cock. Clenching and unclenching, over and over.

“Your pussy is so tight. Fuck. I’ve never felt anything so perfect.” Grayson reaches around my hip to glide his fingers along my slit, playing with my clit before pinching it. I’m helpless to hold off the ecstasy he forces on me. My body shudders, and I wrap my arm around Cole’s neck, holding myself against him as I try my best to continue pumping my other hand along Jasper’s length.

Grayson’s hand trails along my spine, until he grips the back of my neck, holding me in place as he pounds into me even faster. His other hand moves from my clit to grip my hip in a bruising hold. Each thrust has his balls slapping against my oversensitive bundle of nerves. Aftershocks burst through me with each contact.

He bends over my back and captures my lips in a possessive kiss. We’re practically laying across Cole, and my cheek rests against his gag as we continue to deepen it. After a moment, Grayson moans into my mouth as he comes.

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