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He’s so reserved all the time, keeping himself closed off. Nothing and no one can touch him. But in these moments, he lets himself free. I realize this is the only way he’ll ever allow himself to be close to us. By directing us, asking us to follow him, allowing for these few primal driven moments to be touched by us. Even if it’s just thighs brushing, or hands landing on the same sweat slick waist. Dicks moving into the same wet cunt.

We can't touch him. Not physically and not emotionally. This is the only time he’s intimate with us. Not because he craves us how Viper craves Breaker or even I find myself craving the two of them. Not how he wants our Princess and maybe Cora, but intimate in the way of letting himself be vulnerable and exposed.

Except, I just saw it.

Reaper’s desire. His need.

Maybe this is how he eases that pain living in his chest that misseshim.

Hunter loved us.Me.We never came together, not the way he wanted to, but I felt it all the same. Hunter loved me differently than he loved the others.

I wonder if maybe Reaper thinks by getting this close to us, closer tomein this way, he’s somehow filling that black, empty space Hunter left behind. We’re what Hunter loved. He never hid how much he cherished us all. Never denied his desire for me.

Never once tried to hide his love or affection or his lust.

Like Reaper does.

But I just fuckingsawit.

Feltit.

Reaper loved Hunter so much. They had a connection that none of us could ever comprehend.

And I’m the only thing left in this world that Hunter craved, loved, cherished, desired.

I’m everything Hunter wanted. Something he loved so desperately, he sacrificed his life to save mine.

Chapter 46

Delilah

“Turn around, Kitten,” Reapersays, “Let me look at your face. I want to see those pretty blue eyes when you come this time.”

Pretty.

That single word slips through my veins like lava, igniting my flesh. Reaper’s not said one sweet thing to me until this very moment.

Unraveling myself from Striker, I pull back, but he grips my chin, holding it between his thumb and forefinger before he captures my mouth. His hand slips between my thighs, feeling the mess he left. I melt into him, weaving my fingers into his soft hair, then rake my nails down his scruffy cheeks as his finger dips inside me.

“You like my cum in you,” he says as he breaks the kiss, dragging the wetness up over my clit. “Such a filthy little Princess. You’re going to look so beautiful, dripping with the mess we make of you.”

He slips his hand up over my belly, dragging his cum up between my breasts, then to my mouth. I open for him, letting him slip two fingers covered with our release past my lips, tasting us together. He moves them in and out, fucking my mouth with his fingers before he pulls them out, and his mouth crashes to mine again.

I break the kiss first, drinking in his features as he shifts to help Viper move Cora to her feet. I twist, still on my knees to face Reaper, laying my hands on his thighs. He tenses under my touch but relaxes when I don’t move them.

The soft giggle from Cora beside me drags my attention back to her. Striker towers over her, pressing a light kiss to her lips. She groans, moving to her tiptoes as she kicks her underwear off and wraps her arms around his neck, angling her head to deepen the kiss. His strong fingers slip around her bare ass and knead the soft flesh.

I drink in the sight, loving how small she looks next to him. I love how delicately he kisses her, knowing exactly how it feels—how they both feel.

“Breaker, come fuck this pretty mouth,” Reaper says. “I love hearing her slutty little moans.”

I feel a sharp slap to my ass. Viper kneels next to me, helping Striker position Cora on his lap as he sits down next to Reaper on the small couch. Viper angles his dick, bringing it to her entrance, and drives into Cora. Striker’s large hand slips under her chin, tilting her head back so he can take her mouth, hands slipping greedily all over her flesh.

“Come here, Tiny Thing,” Breaker says, dragging my attention from the three to him, where he stands next to me. His hand cups my jaw as I look up at him, and he slips his thumb into my mouth. “Open for me.”

I open obediently, a thrill running through me at the sight of him. With his pants undone, his dick hard, aching for us, he’sthe perfect picture of masculinity. All hard lines and smooth abs under his perfect, deeply toned flesh. I’ve wanted this for weeks, all of them like this again, and to have them sends a shiver of excitement through me.

Wrapping my hand around him, I slide my tongue over his slit, gathering his salty pre-cum, then sucking him clean before running my tongue along his length. The gravelly groans he emits makes me want to do it again and again until he explodes on my tongue.

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