Page 93 of Ruthless Beasts

“Tell me,” I demanded as I pulled back, putting space between our bodies.

“Yes.” Her panting made the words strained.

I fisted the silk, pulling it up to her hips. “You know, the only person who hasn’t tasted just how fucking good you taste is Mercer. Do you want to give him a taste baby, show him just how delicious you taste?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes not leaving mine as if she was afraid to tell me the truth. Afraid that our arrangement had changed in such a short time and that I’d let jealousy take hold.

“Mercer.” His name was a demand, an order to obey, and he stepped forward, standing by the edge of the bed, waiting. “Our woman is needy.”

“I guess I’ll have to fix that, right, little lady?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Only nudged me aside before he gripped her hips and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. He leaned in and he fucking devoured.

“Holy fuck,” Ace breathed out.

I agreed. The sight of Mercer between her thighs made my blood turn from simmering to a rolling boil. I was going to suffocate from the heat. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. This shirt was stifling. These pants constraining. I didn’t care that this suit was thousands of dollars. It was a casualty of lust as it ended up on the floor with Ace’s.

Without clothes, I was barely cooled. The fire that was radiating off Mercer and Belle heated the entire room. Belle was writhing, going wild with need, begging and pleading Mercer tolet up. He wouldn’t. I knew that much about him. If his mind was set, there was no changing it.

Mercer worked on peeling off his clothes, all the while not separating his mouth from her body. I stepped forward and knelt on the bed beside her, taking the silk of her dress and pulling it up, forcing it off her body so she was laid bare for us. With the dress gone, Mercer’s hand instantly came up, massaging her breast while Ace sucked on the other nipple.

We were doing this.

Together.

Fuck. How had I gotten so lucky? Was it repayment for the despair I’d already lived through?

I brought my body closer, threading my fingers in Belle’s hair, tilting her head back, so she was forced to look at me. Her eyes were enormous, feral, glassy with need. Her mascara had already run, her makeup ruined, and I couldn’t wait to ruin it more, to take away all traces of the composed woman she was mere hours ago and leave a boneless mess in her place.

I leaned down, kissing her quickly before I pulled back, tilting her head toward Ace, who was kneeling on the other side of her. “Do you want to taste him, baby?”

She didn’t answer.

She couldn’t.

A guttural moan left her, and her hand grabbed Mercer’s hair as she held him in place. Her hips jerked and her eyes rolled as she rode out her orgasm. When her lips parted on a gasp, I used her hair to drag her toward Ace, forcing her lips around Ace’s cock.

He cursed at the feel of her mouth on him, his chest already heavy from the exertion of holding back as she sucked, her hand grasping the thick base as she moved her mouth up and down the head. Mercer wasted little time. The moment her orgasm ebbed, he was on his knees, his pants down as he sheathedhimself with her body, rocking his hips in such a way that I knew he would not last.

Hell, none of us would.

There had been so much push and pull in this house, so much tension that clearly was left unaddressed for too damn long, and now we were taking it all. Taking all we craved, all we wanted since the second this woman stepped into our house.

“Your so fucking tight.” Mercer’s eyes were squeezed shut, like even opening them would be too much for his control.

Watching Mercer like this.

Watching her laid out before us.

Watching Ace in bliss.

It was all too much for me, too overwhelming for my senses, too fucking picturesque not to appreciate. My hand stroked the length of my dick before I even realized what I was doing. Precum wept from the tip, coating the length with each stroke. A tiny hand joined the movement as Belle reached up, stroking me while she sucked Ace.

“Fuck,” Mercer growled as he flexed his hips, lifting Belle’s lower half of her body up so he could pound faster into her. She released her mouth from Ace, a scream leaving her as another orgasm took hold, drawing Mercer’s to follow. He panted and cursed, praised and worshipped until his body was spent and he slumped forward, placing kisses against her stomach as her labored breathing settled.

Ace didn’t give her much time to recover. He scooped her up and flipped her over, having her kneel on her hands and knees before driving into her body with such force that she jolted forward, her shaking arms barely able to hold her. He leaned over her back, gripping her hair to guide her up. With his lips next to her ear, he whispered, “Why don’t you suck your husband like a good girl?”

Her green eyes looked up, black rimmed from her runny mascara only making the color brighter against her pale skin. I didn’t ask permission when I shoved my length between her lips, though I doubted she would deny me.

We were ruining her innocence. She was taking on our corruption. And by the end of the night, we’d break her or she would destroy us. I suspected the latter because my armor was already cracked. Years of chinks and damage had made me too fucking vulnerable, and now I was ready to crumble for her.

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