Page 42 of Striker

It may very well destroy her.

Cora’s already learned hard lessons. She’s been torn apart and cracked open, and if what we suspect is true, it’s been many times. She already knows it’s in her best interest to follow along with us. Her trust on the other hand? That’s something we have to earn, not demand.

My stomach lurches, remembering her blank expression as she talked about her mother. Yeah. Our little flower has already been crushed by her parents. The only things she needs now are safety and security.

Delilah as well. She may have lived a carefully protected life, but Rune still trapped her.

My chest squeezes and I rub at the ache, wondering if the entire world is filled with such darkness or if we were just the unlucky ones, born into it.

Glancing toward the far end of the room, the moonlight washes across the floor, and I can make out the small figurine on the dresser. I rub absently at my chest again. Fuck. Sometimes when I remember, I feel the black, empty cavity in my chest just as acutely as the day it formed.

Rune Gavin has to pay for his sins. All of them.

Scooting back on the bed, I lean my head against the worn wood. A low groan from the room next door makes me still. Another gravelly sound makes my cock grow thick, picturing Breaker bent over Viper’s back, slamming into him. I tap my head to the headboard again and again in frustration, envious they have an outlet.

They don’t talk about the nights they spend together. I've only witnessed Viper dropping to his knees, accepting Breaker into his mouth during and sometimes after we’ve shared a woman. Reaper and I have never brought up the sounds of them together later on, because if they were doing it in secret, then they didn’t want us to know. Hearing the two together now is surprising. But maybe it shouldn’t be. The women have been torturing us for days.

Their proximity is making us do crazy things. We all crave them again. We’ve spent too many hours watching them on the cameras. I know that same gnawing hunger to taste them, claws at Reaper, Viper, Breaker just as brutally as it does me. That the same desperate feeling to own every minute of their day, absorb their every thought, smell them, touch them drives my brothers to madness like me.

They’ve quickly turned from a mission into an obsession and we all feel the danger lurking in that.

As soon as I hear the loud bang and the door slamming shut, I quickly jump out of bed. Reaching for my pants, I slip them on as I make my way to the door. Reaper is on duty tonight, watching over the girls, and he’s not alerted us, so I know it’s not about them. As I open the door, Viper’s muffled growl carries down the hall.

Fucking idiots. They know we have to be quiet. We may be two floors above Delilah, but it’s still possible to hear sounds in this old empty mansion.

I stalk down the hall but stop mid-stride when I see a very naked Breaker pinning a naked Viper to the wall, his forearm at his throat. He’s leaning over him, crowding his space, his hard cock pressed up against Viper’s stomach.

Crossing my arms, I lean against the door frame, waiting for Viper to snap, letting my gaze slide lower to Breaker's bare ass. I've seen his ass planty of times, but I don't know if I've ever noticed how tight and perfectly shaped it it. How…

Shit.

Blinking, I grip my biceps, refocusing back on Viper's red face. He's so angry that if Breaker pushes him any further, I'll have to break them apart. I usually do when Breaker crosses a line.

Both men glance my way. I lift a brow.

Breaker lets his arm drop and as soon as it’s at his side, Viper shoves him backward, slamming him into the far wall, pinning him the way Breaker had him. Breaker's hard dick slips over Viper's stomach and my eyes drop.

I suck in a lungful. “Can you guys keep it down? I’m trying to sleep,” I say, already bored with them.

“This fucking asshole here doesn’t know how to listen,” Breaker spits out. He’s not fighting Viper’s iron grip, but he’s not backing down either.

“I thought you were a good boy, Vipe.” I don’t know why I say it. It just comes out. Maybe because I’m tired. Maybe because we’re all bored. Possibly because we’re all on edge and we all feel it. This slippery sensation that feels like we’re all teetering on the edge of a cliff and any small thing will send us over.

Viper’s attention snaps over to me, and he’s rushing forward, muscles tense, and slams his hand around my neck, shoving me back until I’m pressed against the door. I’m so shocked, Viper and I don’t clash often, that a sharp laugh slipsfree. Viper’s face contorts with rage. Pulling back a fist, he slams into the wood next to my head.

“Fucking asshole,” he grates. “You want to make fun of me? Maybe you should look in the mirror.”

“Maybe you should back the fuck off,” I snarl, trying to keep from reacting. I clench my teeth, sucking in a breath, but his arm at my throat presses harder. I fist my hands at my sides. “Now,Viper.”

When he doesn’t back down, Breaker places his hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him back.

Viper snarls. “You don’t think we don’t notice?” His voice drops, low and throaty. “We see how you watch. You’d love my mouth on your cock. Breaker fucking your face.” He punches his hips forward and his dick grinds into mine. “You’d love to taste me, wouldn’t you? Swallow all my cum as you fucked Breaker’s ass.”

“I said back off.”

“Viper,” Breaker says quietly, again trying to pull him away.

Viper leans in, his mouth next to my ear, and a shiver of awareness runs through me. Every sensation suddenly snaps into focus, and I feel everything all over. His hard cock digging into my thigh, rubbing against my thickness in my pants. His warm chest slipping over mine, the fine hair brushing my nipple. Taste his warm, minty breath.

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