Page 23 of Fatal Vengeance

I gasp and wiggle a little, closing my eyes at the odd sensation, and Creed stops moving immediately. Griffin cups my face and turns me back to him, but before anyone can get all worried about me, I say, “No, I’m… I’m fine. I think I like it?” That last part comes out as a question, and both guys laugh at me a little.

“Griff, man, touch our girl,” Creed orders before kissing my shoulder. His finger is still in my ass, he hasn’t pushed it in further or removed it yet, and I find myself aching to push back against him to feel more. I mean… I have to figure out if I like this, right? I have three— er, two guys and only one vagina. Someone has to go somewhere else if we ever… play as a group.

Griffin slips his hand down my stomach and then pushes two fingers into my pussy, grinding his palm over my clit, and oh holy fuck, yes. I whimper, caught between two of the hottest men to ever walk this planet, and then Creed gently starts thrusting his finger too, working it deeper until I’m fucking shaking between them.

Once it’s clear I’m not uncomfortable, both guys pick up their tempo, as if they agreed silently right over my head. It’s honestly amazing.

I fist the sheets in one hand and plant the other against Griffin’s chest, my nails digging into his skin. He groans and curls his fingers in me, stroking over my G spot and nearly making me go cross-eyed at the pleasure that courses through my veins.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Prudence. Goddamn, look at you, falling apart for us,” he whispers, sending tingles scattering across my skin. I practically preen under his praise.

Creed growls, “Our perfect little toy, isn’t she? You’re doing so fucking good. One day, you’re going to take both of our cocks in these tight little holes of yours, and you’re going to fucking love it, won’t you, baby?”

I think he’s trying to kill me with that filthy mouth.

“Jesus fuck,” I moan into the pillow, rolling my hips back and forth to chase both of their skilled fingers.

“Was that a yes? I didn’t hear a yes,” Creed purrs, so smug and cocky that I consider telling him to fuck off, but then he very carefully pushes a second finger into my ass and curls them both, and I don’t get the chance to say a single snarky thing because I’m coming so fucking hard that my vision whites out.

I definitely don’t remember to stay quiet either.

Before I can demand their cocks or enjoy my high from one of the best orgasms of my life, there’s a loud knock on the door that startles the absolute crap out of me. “Hey! Stop screwing in there. Asher is looking a little too close to tearing my entire house apart at all the noise you’re making,” Genevieve snarks, but she doesn’t really sound pissed. More amused than anything, and when she laughs at the silence from us, I’m one hundred percent sure she’s just trying to stir shit. “Seriously, though, I need to talk to Prudence, and I’d very much like to do it face to face while everyone is clothed,” she adds, happy to contribute to my embarrassment.

When both of my guys pull their fingers from me, murmuring sweet praise and pressing adoring kisses over any piece of skin they can reach, I’m even more turned on than I thought possible, and it tips me right over into a foul mood. I could have had my first threesome and it would have been amazing.

Whatever my face looks like has Creed cackling at me as he slips out of the bed. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll give you my cock later and make it all better. I don’t want to leave you so needy for too long, you might actually kill someone,” he muses, pushing a hand through his deliciously tousled black hair and smirking at me. He’s caught somewhere between sleep rumpled and I just fucked my girl and damn… it’s a really good look on him.

I flip him off with a sickly sweet, sarcastic smile. “Don’t worry, baby," I sass back, because apparently I’m choosing violence now. “I’ll just ride Griffin until I’m satisfied. Might take a while, though. You can go keep your cousin and my sister busy for us, right?”

Creed snorts out a laugh, but doesn’t say anything as he pulls clothes on.

Griffin pulls me into his chest and growls his approval against the skin of my neck, pressing a filthy, sinful kiss right below my ear. “Sign me up, little flame. I want to watch your perfect tits bounce while you ride my cock.”

Oh, yes please.

I bite my lip as I shiver, turning away from Creed so I can kiss the filth right out of Griffin’s mouth.

“Put your dick away, Griff, before Genevieve rips it off,” Creed snaps as he swings the door open. “Oh, hey, future sister-in-law. Care to come in?” he says cheerily a moment later.

I pull away from Griffin’s kiss with a roll of my eyes, but whatever Creed is playing at has the desired effect. I very reluctantly crawl out of bed, thankful that I’ve got a shirt on when my sister actually does stride into the room.

She raises her brows, putting her hands on her hips as she stares me down. I appreciate how she doesn’t even look Griffin’s way while he slips out of bed. He’s fucking delectable, all tan and ripped, and he’s only wearing a pair of boxer briefs that do absolutely nothing to hide the monster beneath them. The fact that Genevieve’s gaze doesn’t even twitch in his direction settles some weird kind of possession in me that I didn’t even realize I had until this very moment.

More brownie points to her.

“Yes?” I huff when it’s clear she isn’t going to start the conversation.

She takes a moment to collect herself, and then says, “Okay, so three things. First, Asher seriously is about to rip my couch apart, so someone needs to go prevent that before I introduce him to my bat. I’m not going to deal with temper tantrums just because he’s being left out of the orgies.” She gives me a very pointed look, which I try not to blush at, and then she glances back at Creed, who takes the order for what it is and goes to deal with his cousin.

Griffin sidles up beside me, wearing a pair of dark jeans and nothing else, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I melt a little, and then nod at Genevieve to keep going.

“Second…” she trails off with a frown, taking a step closer to me. “Are you okay? Things looked pretty bleak when you got back yesterday, and… I mean, clearly these guys are great at keeping your mind off of things, but what are sisters for if you can’t come crying to me when you need to?” She drops her gaze to the floor, biting her lip. “I won’t, you know, pressure you or anything, but just know I’m here and I don’t have a dick to swing at you, if you need to talk without that kind of temptation distracting you.”

Griffin stiffens beside me, I’m sure because he’s feeling guilting for 'distracting me' last night when I was such a mess. I look up at him with a soft smile, hoping he can read the truth in my eyes. He gave me exactly what I needed to get through the mess in my mind last night, and I don’t have a single regret.

Turning back to my sister, I blow out a shaky breath and say, “I’m alright. Yesterday was rough, worse than I was expecting, but… My relationship with my mom was… different. It’s hard knowing she’s gone, and that I’ll never get the chance at a better bond with her now, but losing her isn’t going to break me. Not permanently, at least. Thank you for checking, though.”

My chest aches with the words, and the memories of packing her things away and how gentle the guys were, even Asher. I must have been a fucking wreck if he wasn’t even the tiniest bit of an asshole to me for an entire day. But I meant what I said. I’m sad, a little shaken, and cracked right now, but I’m not so broken that I can’t keep going.

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