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“That’s right, Princess,” Striker says. A warm finger slides along my jawline. “Your ours. We don’t harm what’s ours.”

I nod. I think part of me has known the truth. From the moment they took us, I knew they had planned this entire plot against Rune, designing it in a way to make him suffer. I think maybe I’ve known all along they wanted my mind even more than my body.

“Do you want us, Kitten?”

Reaper’s grip tightens on my wrists, reminding me to answer. The word breaks out of me on a sob. “Yes.”

Then, there are hands everywhere.

Chapter 31

Delilah

The sensation is overwhelming,my senses flooding with the musky scent of male mixed with shampoo and soap and woodsy cologne. I can feel their warm hands on my skin, calloused fingers, and rough grips. But I can’t see them and that creates a desperate, almost primal need to bloom between my thighs.

“Ours,” Striker rasps before his mouth claims mine.

The familiar feeling of his skin against mine again makes my chest pang with longing. I clench my hands into fists, aching to reach for him. To feel the outline of his jaw and the hardness of the long muscles in his back.

Hands slip up under my dress, tugging at the hem to expose my thighs. Someone’s calloused fingers graze my collarbone, trailing them down my chest to the neckline of my dress. With a forceful tug, the fabric rips open, the sound tearing through me. Hands, maybe the same, maybe different, drag across the thin material of my bra, then move under it, long fingers kneading my breast. When a hot mouth skims overthe top of my thigh like a promise, I groan, spreading my legs, waiting for what’s coming.

“Viper, Breaker.” Reaper’s seductive voice breaks through the lust. He's still holding me solidly to the table by my hands and the belt at my neck. Knuckles brush over my cheek and I know it’s him. I think I’d know his touch from any other’s for the rest of my life. That gentleness is burned into my memory. “Bring her to the edge.”

“Lift your hips, Sweetheart,” Viper says, voice smooth. I obediently tilt my hips, allowing him to push my dress up slowly, careful not to let the material drag over the sore skin at my rear. Fingers wrap around my thigh, shifting me forward. “Such a good girl for us,” he praises. “We knew you wanted us touching you.”

“That’s why you wanted us to watch,” Reaper murmurs in my ear. “You wanted us to come into that room and fuck you.”

I nod even though it feels perverse to do so. I did. As much as I wanted Cora’s kiss, I wanted them just as desperately. Their hands on me, like they are now. All over. The word tumbles out with a breathy exhale. “Yes.”

It’s like the single word unleashes something. Not just within me, but them. My legs are lifted and hooked over someone’s shoulders, then fingers are moving into me. One at first, then two, then three stretching me deliciously, fingers driving in and out slowly, like they’re savoring the feel of me. As one set of fingers slips out, another replaces it.

“So fucking wet already,” Viper hisses with appreciation, letting me know it’s his hand now, moving into me with a roughness that makes me moan.

A guttural cry escapes my lips as Viper’s mouth lands on my clit with a soft kiss. “Oh fuck,” I breathe, turning my face toward Reaper, but he shifts, moving just out of reach, making my chest feel like it’s going to collapse.

The slick sound of Viper driving his fingers into me fills the room. A hot breath brushes against my inner thigh before his warm lips descend on my wetness, sucking me in. Angling my hips lower, I cry out again when I feel kisses—someone else, Breaker maybe—on my other thigh as Viper’s tongue swirls around my clit. Another mouth latches onto my hard nipple, sending heated waves through me. Viper’s mouth between my thighs devours me, sucking and licking until I’m straining against Reaper’s grasp, driving my pussy harder into that wicked mouth, chasing my release. My back arches off the table, the sting of pain from my sore skin only adding to the pleasure. But just as I feel myself about to trip over the edge, it all stops.

Hands leave. My legs are dropped. Mouths no longer kiss me with hungry intent.

“What are you doing?” My mind splinters in different directions, but before I can make sense of anything, a hand slaps against my pussy and I groan. The feral woman within me awakens once again—hungry and ready for more.

Reaper’s voice pierces through the darkness, taunting me. “Pretty little Kitten thinks we’re going to let her come.”

My breathing slows as I try to process his words.

Let her come.

When the meaning of his statement settles, I jerk my hands, trying to break from his grasp. “Fucking asshole, ” I snap, my voice hoarse with frustration.

“We’ve established that,” Reaper responds, shifting to press my hands harder to the table. The belt squeezes, cutting into my skin. To the others, he commands, “Again.”

When they all touch me again, I cry out at the shock. It’s more brutal this time. Two sets of hands knead my breasts, pinching nipples, while a mouth teases between my legs, but there’s a bite to this pleasure. Instead of soft tongue flicks, it’s little nibbles and sharp sucks. They bring up my legs bythe ankles and brace them on the table’s edge, exposing me completely. The belt tightens. A hot tongue slides from my clit to my opening, delving deep inside me. I hear Breaker’s groan, drowning out my own. I press my shoulders into the table, hips moving in circles, my breaths shallow as he licks and sucks, devouring me sloppily like he’s starved. Like he’s been craving this moment since he first tasted me.

Then it stops. The belt loosens.

“Fuck!” I scream, struggling against the grip on my ankles, but it only tightens, keeping me splayed open like a helpless butterfly with its wings pinned down.

“Such a temper,” Striker says. I feel fingers—I think his—drag down my body before slipping slowly into me. I choke on a moan. When he withdraws his fingers, he spreads me open and says, “Viper, finger fuck her while Breaker devours this pink cunt.”

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