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What was already ours.

Maybe Reaper isn’t such a liar after all.

These two women have been ours longer than they realize. Maybe even longer than we realize.

“You’ve wanted to be ours since the night we fucked you on that leather couch,” Viper says. He steps forward, glancing at me, then down to Reaper and Cora before him. “And you certainly wanted to be ours when you were coming all over my hand last night, pretty Vixen.”

Reaper chuckles, slipping back on to the couch behind him.

“I’m not some toy that can be claimed.” She attempts to stand, but Viper keeps her on her knees by placing a hand on her shoulder. A fiery spark ignites behind her eyes. “I won’t be owned. I’m so sick ofmenthinking they can fuckingownme anduseme.”

“You can use my cock whenever you want, Little Red.” Breaker leans down, hooking a finger under her chin to tilt her head back. “I’d love to have you spread open for us again.”

Her chest rises on a shaky inhale. He drops his hand, standing upright.

“I’m thinking our girl forgot how your cock felt,” I say, adjusting my stance to lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms. Breaker looks my way. “Maybe she needs a reminder of how good we can make her feel until she’s begging to be ours.”

I can practically see Reaper’s smirk forming. His gaze shifts to me and that familiar, dark gleam in his eyes tells me this night’s about to get interesting.

Reaper removes a hand from the couch back and turns his palm up. It’s then I notice his black eyes are focused on the doorway behind me. He crooks one finger in a beckoning motion and says, “Come here, Kitten, and play with us.”

Chapter 44

Striker

Iturn just asDelilah walks into the room. Her eyes flicker from Reaper over to me and her steps falter, breaths hitching. The immediate, heated look that sparks in her eyes gives me a sick sense of satisfaction. Blue eyes drink in my features, as if she forgot what I looked like in less than twenty-four hours.

Breaker steps back to let her pass. As she does, she trails her fingers over Cora’s hair with a gesture that tells me they are both okay after the emotional reveal last night.

Delilah spins, sitting obediently in Reaper’s lap. His hand flattens to her stomach, dragging her back so she’s pressed against him.

“You’d track us down?” she asks. Her gaze flickers to Cora, then back to me. “And force us back to you if we tried to run?”

Reaper’s fingers snake up between her breasts, grasping her throat as he pulls her against his chest. He dips his nose to the side of her neck, whispering, “You know we would, Kitten. Do you really need a reminder of just how much we love the chase?”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but she shakes her head. “You planned to get her,” she says, turning toward Reaper. It’s not a question. It’s a realization.

Reaper brushes his masked nose to her temple, but doesn’t respond. My chest squeezes at the way his eyes close, breathing her in.

Cora’s shoulder’s relax, and she sits back on her heels. Her pretty features seem to turn lighter, brighter when Reaper doesn’t deny he’d have stolen her once again.

I think even I’m relieved, though not surprised he was going to follow orders, then defy them. Reaper is possessive and overly protective. He also doesn’t like us upset. I just wish he’d have shared his plan with us, because dragging her toward that door was the worst I’d ever felt. But then again, he rarely does.

“Pretty Little Red.” Breaker leans down, running a finger along Cora’s jaw. “Such big tears you have.”

Her eyes flicker up to his mask.

“Such scared eyes you have,” he whispers. “Does my girl need a reminder of how hungry we are for you?”

Her chest heaves as he stands up.

“Breaker,” Viper says, watching as Cora’s eyes drag down Breaker’s body to the bulge in his pants. “I think Vixen here wants a reminder of how good your cock felt buried in her throat.”

“I bet she’s already dripping wet at just the thought of your dick in her mouth,” Reaper says. He lifts his chin slightly at Viper.

Viper drops to his knees behind her. Cora’s head snaps over to Reaper, like she knows he’s the one silently commanding this.

He always does.

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