Page 23 of Rage

Just like with them, Daisy brushes off my concern. “Rest my eyes? Do you know what I’ll see if I try that?”

Yes. The women in her past she couldn’t save. The other victims of The Butcher of Briar Glen. Her screams of terror that wake her leave no room for the imagination of the horrors she’s endured.

“You’re wound so tight that you’re radiating energy, wasting it,” I tell her, my hands finishing my sentence before they fall to her waist. One hand lands on her stomach, splaying across it. The other comes up to wrap around her neck.

I can feel the way her throat convulses as she swallows. Bending down, my lips skim over the shell of her ear before making their way down her neck. I plant kisses until I get to her shoulder.

A shiver creeps down her body.

“Kingston…”

I repeat the motion, reversing the direction of my kisses. My hand splayed on her stomach creeps downward. It slides beneath the waistband of her pants and between her legs. Daisy’s breath hitches and her legs spread wider, bracketing the outside of mine.

“I know what you’re doing,” she accuses.

My fingers tease her clit. As I kiss along her long, slender neck, I smile. I’m not being subtle. Of course she knows whatI’m up to. What better way to relax than after a much-needed orgasm? If she won’t go to sleep, I can at least allow her to drift off in a comfortable haze where her mind can go still for a while.

Daisy lets out a shallow breath, her hips jerking under my touch. After a subtle whine, she whispers, “You don’t play fair.”

No, I don’t. Not when it comes to my girl. I’ll do whatever I can to help her, even if that means forcing her to cum all over my fingers in order to keep her murderous thoughts at bay for a little while longer.

Feeling my body tremble as I silently laugh, Daisy chuckles. As my amusement subsides, I can feel the tension she’s been holding onto ease. It’s in the way her shoulders slouch and her breathing deepens. Her pussy grows wet as I slide two fingers down to tease the entrance. I nip at her ear playfully and allow my other hand to slide from her throat to under her shirt. Ignoring the thick, nasty raised scar left by one dead motherfucker, I hike up her bra and tweak a nipple.

“King,” Daisy whimpers.

As her hips begin to roll, she rocks back on me and against my swelling dick. I bite the inside of my cheek, hoping to god she doesn’t try to turn this around on me. This is about her, not me. But I’m a big enough man to admit that if my girl turns around and takes my dick into her mouth like she did with Owen the other night while she thought we were sleeping, I’ll be a goner.

My fingers grow wetter as I sink them into her body. Her pussy clenches around me, greedily searching for friction. I give her what she needs, slowly pumping in and out of her body while my palm keeps pressure against her clit. With my other hand, I continue to tweak her nipple, rolling the hardened peak between my fingers just how Daisy likes it.

Another shiver creeps down her body.

I’m about to add a third finger into her body when the door bangs open without warning. I tense for just a second, enoughto process that it’s not a threat, before relaxing back against the headboard. My slow, lazy pumping in and out of Daisy’s body barely missing a beat.

“I thought I could smell your pretty pussy from up front, Daisy,” Wyatt says with a wide smile splitting across his face while he slams the door shut behind him. “Thanks for warming her up for me, King.”

My eyes roll hard as I insert a third finger into Daisy’s wet pussy. Her body accepts me readily.

“Wyatt,” Daisy greets in a breathy sigh. “Kingston’s trying to manipulate me.”

Wyatt makes a face, clearly contemplating the situation with a mocking seriousness. “Damn right he is. You’re doing a poor job of it too if she’s still able to talk.”

He steps forward until his knees hit the mattress, then leans down and grabs her ankles. I see what he wants to do. Working with him, I pull my fingers out of Daisy to help Wyatt chuck off her pants.

“Can I just say, not keeping panties around anymore has been one of your better ideas,” Wyatt says, staring down at her legs as she wiggles back against me and spreads herself for the both of us.

My fingers return to her core instantly and she hums with approval. If I could mimic it, I would. Her pussy is leaking freely now, the evidence coating my hand. My dick strains against my own pants, desperate to be where my fingers reside.

“What’s the point of wearing them if you guys just keep ripping them off?” she asks breathlessly.

“If that’s all it takes, maybe we should just start ripping off everything else,” Wyatt mutters, clearly distracted as he watches my fingers slide in and out of our girl.

Daisy wiggles impatiently between my legs. “Please, Wyatt, help me. Kingston’s taking his sweet time.”

My body shakes again in amusement. I meet Wyatt’s gaze, and an understanding passes between us. He knows what I’m trying to do. Distracting Daisy, keeping her present with us, that’s our most important job. If we allowed Daisy to remain hypervigilant and ready to strike, she’d kill herself. She pushes herself too hard. It’s a balance trying to save Daisy from herself and the danger she puts herself in.

“Hm, I think I need a closer look at the situation,” Wyatt concludes after a moment. “But first…”

In less time than it took to get Daisy’s pants off, Wyatt’s naked. His discarded clothes are left in a pile on the floor as he climbs onto the bed.

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