Page 52 of When Kings Fall

He chuckled and then threw a bunch at her pink puffer jacket.

She gave as good as she got and within moments, Lev’s hair was drenched by ice-cold snow.

He shook his head like a dog, then growled in his sexy playful way, “That’s it, my Wildflower.”

In the next second, he unzipped her puffer jacket to reveal her scoop neck shirt beneath, all bubblegum-like. And then he was stuffing snow down it.

“Ah!” she cried, shuddering from the cold and trying to grab at him to stop him.

Mason and I were there in the next moment, attacking Lev with our own snowballs, until he landed on his ass in front of Bree with his hands held up defensively as we doused him.

Brianna sat back up, laughing her head off along with us. “What was that you said? I was so fucked?” she teased Lev.

“Yeah, about that,” Mason said, a moment before he dove down and grasped her waist. He hauled her over his shoulder and carried her toward some massive rocks covered in snow.

“What are you doing?” she cried, her voice choppy as he ran with her, laughing and having the best time being fun and free, and just letting loose.

Lev and I exchanged a grin as we followed them over just as Mason laid her down on the smooth rock surface on her puffer jacket.

“Blade,” he spoke to Lev, holding his hand out behind him as we reached them.

Lev, always one for carrying a weapon—either his knife or bo-staff and sometimes both—unzipped his jacket and pulled one out of his inner pocket.

As soon as he handed it over, Mason straddled Brianna’s legs, then started cutting through her sweater.

She went stock-still, her eyes burning into his and I saw them dilate with arousal.

She was getting off on him bringing a little knife play into being.

The sharp blade cut through the fabric like butter.

He didn’t stop there, though, slicing through her bra, then brushing the pieces aside to reveal her bare breasts and stomach. They were heaving in her rapidly building need and she went to rub her thighs together, but couldn’t manage it with Mason between them.

He drew the flat of the blade along her collarbone and down to the tops of her breasts.

“God,” she cried as the cold steel made goosebumps on her skin every place it touched.

“Colt,” he called to me.

I stepped over there and leaned down and licked the path he was traveling, taking the cold away and bringing the heat.

I was rewarded by Bree moaning out and arching her back, silently pleading for more.

Mason yanked down her pants, then cut through her panties.

“Fuck,” Lev groaned at the act and her soaking wet cunt coming into view.

“You boys are gonna kill me,” Bree panted.

Mason smirked, and then he nicked at her inner thighs.

She bucked and cried out.

He did it again, making pearls of blood trickle down toward her cunt.

“Nothing like a little pain with your pleasure, dark angel.”

Before I could soothe those with my tongue, Mason handed the blade back to Levi who stowed it away, and then he rubbed along the trails of blood heightening the burning pain for her and making her mewl and buck on the rock.

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