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“That’s right, Angel. You can control his orgasms, but yours are all mine. Understand?”

“And if I slide these leggings off and ride Maddox’s tongue? What will you do to me?” Raena asks, her voice seductively low and sultry as she slides her hand down her pants, touching herself in front of my face. My mouth waters to slip my tongue inside her– needing to taste her more than I need my next breath.

“Do you really want to test me, Angel?” Royal’s fingers methodically flex on her throat, making her squirm in her seat, rocking her hips on her own fingers. His nostrils flare, and I know her scent that’s had my mouth watering this whole time has finally reached him. It doesn’t take but a second for his control to snap and a growl rumbles through him. “Fuck. Show me. Show me how wet your needy little pussy is for my brother's tongue.”

She pulls her hand out of her pants, her fingers dripping and glistening in the low light. “Would you like a taste, Sir?”

Goddamn. I’m not going to make it.

Faster than a lion pouncing on its prey, Royal’s hand snaps around her wrist, bringing her decadence to his lips and sucking it off her fingers.

“You taste better than I remember. Maddox, take her pants off,” he demands, holding her gaze with an intensity only she seems to provoke in him. And I’m fucking here for it. Raena raises her hips, letting me glide her leggings over the swell of her ass as she kicks off her shoes. Once she’s bared to me, I wait. I’ve never been one to follow orders, but there’s just something about submitting to my brothers and our girl that fills my stomach with butterflies and sets me on fire for them.

“Daddy, will you blindfold Jackson?” Raena asks. The fact that she remembered my request– that she considers my needs and desires a priority, makes me love her even more, if that were even possible.

“Of course, Baby Girl.” Alek moves from behind me, stripping off his shirt in a one handed move that's sexy as hell. The metal bars studding my cock are throbbing, pulsating with a heartbeat all on its own.

I think they’re trying to kill me.

“Remember, you’re still healing,” Royal says as Alek ties his shirt around Jackson’s unconscious head, sincerity lacing his voice as he speaks softly to her. “You’re in charge, but if you need to stop, use your safe word.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes finally meet mine, desire has her pupils blown to hell, more black than green as she drives her hands into my hair, pulling me to her soaked pussy. “Taste me, Maddie.”

The first swipe of my tongue has her ass lifting off the seat, chasing my touch. Her taste explodes in my mouth and I drive my hips forward on their own, seeking out relief only to meet empty air.

“Fuck,” I groan into her perfect pussy, driving two fingers into her, and wrapping my other hand around my cock. I’m going to fucking combust soon. Very fucking soon.

Raena’s hands grip my hair tightly as she jerks my face away from her pussy. “Ah-ah. I didn’t say you could touch my cock. Daddy, hold his hand behind his back.”

“What? No. Please. I need… Please.” I shamelessly beg her, and I don’t even care how pathetic it sounds, the degradation and humiliation only driving my need higher and higher.

“Are you going to be a good little pet for us, Maddie?” Alek kneels behind me, his breath in my ear sending a shiver down my spine. Wrapping his hand around mine that’s still tightly gripping my aching cock, he pulls it behind me and trapping it between our bodies.

“Uh-huh,” I can’t even think straight with his body pressing into my back and Raena’s hands in my hair with her dripping pussy in my face.

I can’t decide if this is supposed to be heaven or hell.

Either way, I’m a fucking goner.

Chapter 33

Raena

Maddox leans into Aleks hold, making my grip on his hair pull tighter. I don’t know what’s come over me. I’ve never been in charge like this before, but I know it’s what I need right now. It doesn’t really take a deep, emotional nose dive into my head to figure out why. I had no control over my trauma– this is how I take my power back.

These men fill me with strength like nothing I’ve ever felt. There’s power in submission– and submission in holding power over someone else. To control their pleasure is to love deeply, caring more for their needs than for your own desires. I can feel it in the way Maddox submits himself completely to me, the same way I feel it when I submit to Royal. Two sides of the same coin– no matter which way I flip it, I hold all the power here.

It’s a heady feeling– I’ve never felt it before. When you’ve had your power stripped away, piece by piece, giving it up to someone else willingly takes trust. I trust my Shadows with all of my power, and in giving it to them, they give it back ten-fold. I can’t explain why, but I trust them with my life– with my love. They make me feel worthy of the love they give me, and I didn’t think I’d ever feel anything after everything I’ve survived.

“You okay?” Royal asks softly. I’m so lost in my thoughts, it takes me a moment to register his question.

I want to tell them– I need to tell them. I know I’ve told Alek, but Royal and Maddox deserve to know, too. But I want to tell them individually. I don’t want to sully the moment by blurting it out in the middle of what I’m predicting to be a very, very good time.

“Yeah, I’m great,” I say, a little breathless. He gives me a look that tells me he knows there’s something I’m not saying, but he doesn’t press. His unwavering consideration for what I need almost makes me want to cry, but I shove that down for now. I’ve got different plans for us right now, and the only tears I want to experience are tears of ecstasy. I need this. We all do.

“This is your show, Baby Girl. Tell us what you need.” Alek says, still holding Maddox against his chest, arm pinned behind his back. I wish we were completely alone, no hanging rapist to deal with, no army of men hanging around a bonfire right outside. There’s so much I want and need, but this will have to do for now. If we pull all of this off, we’ll have the rest of our lives to do things I haven’t even imagined yet.

“I don’t want this to be only about me,” I admit confidently. I know what I want, and I’m suddenly not afraid to ask for it. If I were a normal, mentally stable person, I would be proud of the progress in my healing. Asking for what I want and taking charge– Dax would tell me to be proud. “Royal, taste me.”

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