Page 112 of Three to Fall

He turned the kiss deep again, focusing more on kissing me than fucking me, and I couldn’t help the way I grabbed the back of his head, holding him to my mouth, needing every stroke of his tongue against mine, every bit of connection, every head-spinning moment of devouring him. Because whether he laughed at me or not, there was nothing I could fucking do about the way I felt for him.

I could take back the words, but there was nothing I could do about the feeling. About how I needed him. About how the thought of losing him or Kara left me so damn breathless I was sure it would kill me.

“Hey,” he murmured, pulling back.

His gaze caught mine. His voice softened. “You ready to hear how I love you too? Or am I going to get punched in the face for it?”

I scowled at him. “I wouldn’t do that.”

He gave me a deadpan stare. “Oh really?”

“I wouldn’t do that,anymore.”

Chaos just rolled his eyes.

“You gonna fuck me or we just gonna lie here whispering I love yous like fucking saps? And by the way, don’t expect me to go around wearing rainbow flags and telling everyone we’re boyfriends or some shit, okay? I’m not fucking doing that—”

His dick pressed inside me in one full, sweet thrust that ate the words right off my tongue. My entire body tensed at the deep, foreign thickness inside me.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

With that one question, all my bullshit disappeared, taking all the walls I’d put up between us with it. “I’m good. Just go slow.”

He nodded, lowering his head to kiss me again, just like I’d asked him to.

He moved slowly in and out of my body, his kisses gentle, a distraction while my body adjusted to the feel and my brain let back in every pleasure he’d been building. I breathed as he moved inside me, raising my hips and ass so we rocked together, him hitting me at just the right angle to bring that budding orgasm back to life.

I groaned, raising my head to kiss his neck, his shoulder, and biting down there when he filled me so perfectly and stars danced behind my eyes.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “I need to come.”

I did too.

With his muscles flexing and one hand wrapped around my cock, he jerked me in the same timing that he thrust into my body. He built us both up until I was practically mewling for him to just give it to me, begging him to fill me, needing him to come in me, so I could come on him.

My body adjusted; he picked up the pace, moving faster and faster until I couldn’t hold on another second. I closed my eyes, arched my back, dropping my head into the soft pillows, and let the orgasm rip through me.

Chaos came with a groan, buried deep inside, my cum spilling over his hand and landing between us.

He pumped in and out of me a few more times, each one a torturous pleasure that had me begging for more even though I knew all too well that neither of us could handle another round.

He collapsed, his dick going soft inside me, neither of us giving a fuck about the sticky mess of pleasure between us.

“Gonna fuck you just like that again,” he whispered dirtily in my ear. “But while you’re dick-deep in Kara’s ass and Grayson is in her pussy.”

I groaned, biting his shoulder, the image of the four of us sending quivers of need through every muscle in my body. I rolled over, catching a glimpse of the dark sky outside, the sun having set at some point while we’d been preoccupied. I knew people would be starting to wonder where we were and we should get back out there, but I couldn’t do any of that when he was talking dirty in my ear and my dick was getting hard again.

“I—”

Whatever he’d been about to say dried up on his tongue as screams from outside ripped through the night.

29

ICE

THIRTY MINUTES EARLIER

Fang gave me a disapproving glare as I stopped a rental van in front of the Slayers’ gates. The big man’s deep scowl was nothing I hadn’t seen before. It scared the fuck out of most people, me included, when I’d first joined the club. But I’d come to realize he was actually one of the nicer guys here.

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