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“Open,” he tells Cora, and her mouth falls open obediently. He slips his drenched fingers into her mouth and she sucks them in, enclosing her lips around them. “You taste us all, Baby Girl?”

She nods, looking up at him through her long, thick lashes. She’s so pretty that I run my thumb over her cheek, tucking her red hair behind her ear, unable to stop myself from touching her.

“Kitten is yours too,” Reaper says. “This pussy is yours. All of us are yours.”

She sucks his fingers harder as he hooks her chin between the fingers buried in her mouth and his thumb, pulling her close.

“Next time you think we’re going to send you away,” Reaper says, jerking her head slightly. Her lips tighten around his fingers. “You remember you are ours and we will never let you go.”

My heart hammers, bright light filling up my chest. Reaper pulls his fingers free and slides them into me again, meeting my gaze as he curls his fingers deep into me. When he slides them out, my lips part, ready for him, and he makes a sound of approval that shoots straight through my veins like liquid gold. His fingers slip in, and the musky tang of us all hits my tongue.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice barely audible. “The next time you think you’re going back to Rune, you remember we killed to make you ours.”

Chapter 48

Delilah

Cora’s scream wakes mefrom a dreamless sleep. I bolt upright, reaching for her. My hand lands on her bare breast.

“You can’t dothat,” Cora breathes out.

I pull my hand away, brows knitting. She sure hasn’t minded before. Blinking my vision clear, I prop myself on my elbow to look at her face. Her eyes focus on the end of the bed as she sucks in one lungful after another, her hand moving over her heart.

“Good morning,” Striker says, his voice making me jolt. I shift to look toward the end of the bed. He’s sitting in the chair by the window, legs sprawled out, hands resting on the arms. The early morning light leaking in through the drapes, highlighting his features. The grin he gives us makes my breathing shallow, and between my legs throbs, like my body’s remembering all the places he’s been.

Where they were.

I’m not sure how we got upstairs. I vaguely remember Striker carrying me to bed and tucking me in, while Breaker laid Cora next to me before I passed out.

Getting fucked by four men, one right after another, really wears a woman out.

Cora pushes the hair back from her face, glancing at me as she lies back against the headboard, not bothering to cover up. If the state of her is any sign of what I look like, we need a shower and a brush. Her red curls stick out from having so many hands running through it. Her cheeks are flushed red, no doubt from remembering last night too, and several bite marks travel down from her breast to her belly.

Shit.Was that me?

Last night was so intense, I don’t doubt I bit into her flesh like an animal. I wanted to devour her. Be devoured by them as well.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, leaning forward in the seat, resting his forearms on his thighs.

Striker’s wearing jeans.

I sit upright, to better look at him, the blanket falling away. His focus shifts to me, gaze traveling silkily over my body. I’ve never seen him in any other clothes besides their uniforms. I really,reallylike the jeans. He’s still wearing a tight black long-sleeved shirt and his boots, but the jeans are new and…

Shit. He’s incredibly sexy.

“Sore,” Cora says. “My cunt feels like I got thoroughly fucked.”

Striker’s lip curls up. “Because you did.” His eyes slide my way and he lifts one of those perfect brows.

I bite my lip. He knows damn well I’m sore.

“Breakfast?” Cora asks, tossing the blankets back. Striker’s gaze drags down her naked body, raking over her pebblednipples and her bare pussy as she stands. My gaze slides over her pretty flesh too. “I’m famished.”

“Get cleaned up and we’ll head downstairs to eat.” He leans back again, propping his ankle on a knee, eyes tracking her as she walks toward him.

“You mean we get company for breakfast again? You’re not going to disappear for another two weeks, then pop back up when you want to get your dick wet?”

The smirk he gives her is so devilish it makes his entire face look almost boyish. “I plan on getting my dick wet again, as you so eloquently put it, after you both eat.”

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