Page 43 of Snake

Nim

Adelicious shudder tears through me as I hook my fingers in the wet fabric of my underwear and pull it to the side. Mason lets out a rumble when my drenched pussy glides over his cock and his jaw ticks when he lines himself up at my entrance. My breath is coming hard and fast. I dig into his shoulder muscle with my fingers, my thighs shivering as I hold myself poised above his lap.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to fill you up?” he whispers. There’s an almost desperate need in his eyes, and I’m sure it’s reflected in my own. “But every time, someone gets in the way.” He narrows his amber eyes. “Not this time, baby girl.” He gives a push against me, both of us groaning at the sensation. “This time, we’re—”

“Mason?” someone calls. “That you? We’ve been looking everywhere for—”

If Mason hadn’t pushed me away, I might have impaled myself on his dick in sheer shock. I stumble off his lap and almost land on my ass before I can get my balance. I whip my head around, my legs trembling when I see Knox standing behind me.

My face is hotter than the surface of the sun. I’m desperately trying to tame my hair back into a ponytail. Knox’s cold black eyes give me a long, considering stare before dropping to where his friend is still seated on the loveseat in front of me. I yelp when Mason grabs my hips, spins me around, and pulls me down into his lap. I even lose my grip on my hair, letting it spool loosely around my shoulders.When Mason’s cock nudges against my pussy, I realize he didn’t have time to put his dick back in his pants. So as much as I want to jump up, I’d be more embarrassed than him at exposing Mason like that. Although fuck knows why, because he sure as hell deserves it.

I give Knox a shaky glare and I try to ignore the stretch of Mason’s cock so close to my core.

It doesn’t help, of course.There’s already a sullen ache starting up deep inside me, and when Knox’s eyes meet mine, it keeps building.

God, this is all kinds of wrong and debased. I realize I’m nibbling at my lower lip, and hurriedly bite down on it instead.

“What do you want?” Mason asks, and for a second, I think he’s talking to me.

Your dick deep inside me...while Knox watches.

...is almost what I say. But thank God, someone else steps into the alcove before I can open my stupid mouth.

Knox turns to Silas. “Found him,” he says dryly.

“And her.” Silas’s face scrunches up in its usual frown, but it grows deeper, nastier, when his eyes land on me. “Are you surprised, Knox? Because I’m not fucking surprised. Bitch says we should leave her alone, and then we find her sitting on Mason’s lap.”

“We were just talking about the dance.” Mason plucks at my clothing, smoothing his hands down my arms, over my thighs. I guess it’s killing him too, because his touch is urgent. “I was trying to convince her to come with us still. I was telling her how pretty she’s gonna look, all dressed up.”

“Yeah,” I manage, if a little breathlessly. “He says it looks gorgeous.” Why the hell I cover for Mason, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because of the way he looked at me right before our kiss. The pained hunger in his eyes. How he sought me out to bring me a gift he had no way of knowing I’d accept. My entire body is shivering, and I’m acutely aware that every movement I make, no matter how small, makes my pussy tingle and ache.

“He did, did he?” Knox’s face sets in a calm mask as he comes to take a seat beside Mason. The loveseat is really only designed for two people—else I guess it would an orgy chair—and Mason’s heavily muscled thighs are twice the size of any normal person’s. But somehow Knox finds enough room. And then he toys with the hem of my skirt. I’m still very modestly covered. Even my underwear snapped back into place at Knox’s unexpected arrival. But I might as well have been naked when Knox runs his black eyes over me.

I shudder, and Mason grabs my hip, squeezing as if in warning. His dick deflated a little when Knox arrived, but now it’s hardening under me again. We need to diffuse this situation, but I can’t exactly stand up, and Mason isn’t yelling at them to leave.

“It is a pretty dress. Pity you won’t be wearing it,” Silas says, walking up to the seat. I hope he doesn’t expect to fit in too, because that’s impossible. He comes to stand in front of me and grabs hold of my chin, gently lifting my head so I’m forced to stare into his eyes. “Such a lovely color. Don’t you love the color, Mason?”

This time it’s Mason that shifts under me. He clears his throat, his fingers digging into the cup of my hip as if he’s trying to reposition me. But I think he realizes that’s a bad idea, because he stops a second later.

“Yeah,” he rumbles. “Pretty color.”

“And what color might that be, Bennett?” Knox asks. If I didn’t have him in my sights from the corner of my eye, I might have thought the question was an innocent one.

It’s not.

Obviously, Mason hasn’t seen the dress. Huge mistake on my end, but I never claimed to be a damn gypsy.

“A pretty one?” Mason attempts.

Silas’s thumb strokes the bottom of my lip, sending a flush over my cheeks. If his arctic blue eyes hadn’t been holding mine prisoner, I’d have looked away by now. “I don’t think you were talking about dresses, Mason.”

“If you aren’t talking about dresses, then just what the fuck areyou two doing out here?” Knox’s voice is almost a croon as he leans closer, until his breath tickles the hair by my ear. “You weren’t planning on fucking her, were you, Mason? She told us to stay away from her, don’t you remember? She made it very clear how she feels about us.”

“And so what if I was going to fuck her? You got a problem with that?” The vehemence in Mason’s voice catches me off guard. If Silas hadn’t still had a grip of my chin, hadn’t been stroking my lip, I’d have tried to catch sight of Mason’s expression.

His fingers dig hard into me as he pulls me back with a possessive grumble. “If she’ll let me, then why the hell not?” On any other guy, it would have sounded petulant. In Mason’s deep voice, it sounds like a challenge.

Try and stop me.

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