Page 41 of Ruthless Reign

I gagged on him, choking as he fucked my throat and another orgasm began to build in my core. I panted and whined around his cock as Kaleb worked magic between my thighs, getting my ass fully prepped to take him.

I fought against Hardin’s hold on my legs as the orgasm crested, stars bursting behind my closed eyelids as I screamed against his cock in my throat. But Hardin didn’t let go, he forced me to stay open as Kaleb wrung every possible ounce of pleasure out of me until the stars bursting in my eyes turned black and for a split second I was outside of myself. Blind with pleasure.

Hardin’s fist closed around my throat, bringing me back, forcing another wave of pleasure from my battered body as he roared his release and I tasted salt on my tongue. I sucked greedily on him, not wanting to waste a single drop of his release.

He released my legs and I all but kicked Kaleb off me out of pure reflex to the intensity of the pleasure still throbbing and aching in my core, making every touch, even the lightest brush feel like so, so much. Too much.

Hardin let himself fall from my lips while Kaleb caught my legs, gripping my ankles just above my boots. “Uh-uh,” he chided. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I gasped in surprise as he flipped me over and my boots hit the cement floor. Kaleb took hold of my hips at the same time Hardin bent over the table, taking my chin between his fingers.

He watched my face as his brother slid into my ass, as if he could steal the pleasure Kaleb was giving me for himself. My eyes rolled back, fluttering closed as he filled me and my core ached for him to move.

Hardin’s grip on my chin tightened. “Look at me, Hawk.”

I did.

His hard eyes bored into mine as Kaleb’s hands splayed over my back and he began to move, using me as his anchor, pushing me into the table with each hard, purposeful thrust.

“You like that?” Hardin asked.

“Yes.” I moaned, feeling my pussy dripping down my thighs with the proof of my response.

“Is this what you want, Vixen?” Kaleb asked, his voice breathy in a way that was so fucking hot. “You want your Saints on their knees for you?”

“Yes.”

“Harder,” Hardin said, his gaze flicking up to Kaleb for an instant before falling back to watch me. Like each flicker of emotion, of pleasure over my face was consumable. Like it could sustain him.

Maybe it could.

Kaleb fucked my ass harder. My thighs slapped the edge of the steel table with each thrust.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kaleb growled. “She’s,” thrust, “So,” thrust, “Fucking,” thrust, “Tight.”

I whimpered, and Hardin took the opportunity to push his thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. I sucked on the digit, flinching as Kaleb hit that spot deep inside that offered more than just pleasure but the slightest bite of pain that only added to the growing fire burning in my core.

“Does that hurt, Hawk?”

I nodded, sucking harder.

“Do you like it?”

I looked at him through my lashes, knowing the look in my eyes would be answer enough.

Kaleb’s fingertips bit down into my hips.

“You’re so perfect for us, baby,” he said in that heavy, breathy voice and that was it. I let go, shouting as I came. Hardin fisted a hand into the hair at the back of my head, jerking my face up so that he could thieve the sound from my lung with a savage kiss.

“Fuck, I’m coming, Vixen,” Kaleb hissed. His thighs slapped into my ass three more times before I felt the swell of his release inside of me, pushing my climax even higher. Warmth covered me like a blanket as Hardin’s lips left mine, and I felt my cheek hit the cool steel table.

Hardin brushed the sweat-soaked hair away from my eyes as Kaleb peppered kisses over my shoulder blades, his breath fanning over the nape of my neck.

I love you, I thought and snapped my lips closed, surprise seizing my lungs.

My heart beat down into the table, echoing the words back to me. Daring me to contradict them.

But I couldn’t lie. Not to myself. Not anymore.

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