Page 162 of Succumbed

“Yes, really. Were you expecting–”

Lex can’t finish her sentence because Shane has marched over and seized her throat, pulling her in for a rough kiss. She moans, her body going lax as she succumbs readily to his commanding touch. My cock stirs as the energy in the room changes, anticipation tingling through me.

“I fucking love you, baby,” Shane growls, releasing her.

She licks her lips, blowing out a sharp breath. “I love you, too.” Glancing around at the three of us, she smiles. “I love all of you.”

“Love you forever, beautiful.” I lean over and peck her lips, knowing I risk derailing Dec’s breakfast plans if I linger too long. “So, we’re really doing this?”

“Yeah, I think it makes sense to consolidate households,” she agrees, unable to resist talking through the strategy. There’s a reason Dec calls her boss. “You and Shane have been staying here more often than not, and–”

“No, I mean the bigger this,” I interrupt. “Us. All four of us, all in.”

“Oh.” Lex smiles, looking around the room. The way her eyes soften and cheeks flush does things to me. “Yeah, Linc. I am.”

“We all are,” Shane confirms as he sets places at the island for him and Dec.

I can’t contain my excitement, jumping to my feet and punching the air. “Fuck yeah!”

Lex giggles, shaking her head as she takes a bite of pancake. Shane doctored the short stack Dec handed her, adding bananas, strawberries, and a dollop of whipped cream.

“So, what are we, though?” I ask the question I’ve been batting around for weeks. “Are we the Wildes? The Livingstons? The Kellys? The Kelly-Livingston-Wildes? Because I gotta be honest, that last one is a bit of a mouthful.”

Shane chuckles, knocking his shoulder into mine as he sets down a bowl of fruit. “I think we can wait on that answer, Linc. One thing at a time.”

“Sure, yeah. Totally,” I agree, diving into the fruit. “Thanks, guys. This is awesome.”

Lex glances at each of us, smiling down at her breakfast before taking another bite. “It really is.”

Epilogue

Declan

—6 months later?—

“You look stunning in red, love.”

I trail my fingertips across Lex’s calf, lingering over the small indentations where the wide ribbon bites into her skin. Her body bows as she tries to get closer to me, desperate for my touch. She attempts to shift, her ankles straining against her binds.

“Declan,” she whines, sweat beading between her breasts and trickling down her stomach to darken the swath of ribbon across her torso. “Please, sir. Touch me.”

“Hm. I do love it when you beg for me.”

I want her vocal, and she knows it. Linc likes to push her in the bedroom, challenge her in ways she struggles to obey so he can exact the punishment they both crave. Shane demands nothing less than her complete submission, wanting her putty in his hands so he can wring every drop of pleasure from her. Me? I want her mindless, love her babbling, won’t stop until she screams.

As much as I love sharing her with them, revel in the pleasure of breaking her apart together, I live for the moments I get our queen all to myself.

Lex is stretched out on my bed, bound from wrists to ankles in silky red ribbon. I stole it for just this purpose from the pile of gift wrapping supplies she stuffed under our bed. The moment I saw it, I couldn’t strike the vision of her wearing nothing else from my mind. It’s even better than I imagined.

She pulls on her wrist bindings, trying to twist her hips and thrust them toward where she felt me last. I’d tripled the ribbon over her eyes, needing to hear the little gasping sounds she makes when my mouth descends on a new part of her without warning. It’s been twenty minutes since I wrapped her up like my own Christmas gift and started toying with her, stirring her up.

“What do you want, hm?”

I kneel between her spread legs. She keens when she feels the bed dip, lifting her hips toward me.

“Fuck me, sir, please,” she pants. “Need you.”

“You need me?” My lips press to the inside of her ankle, then trail up her inner calf.

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