Page 25 of Rage

Reaching out, I grab her chin and jerk it in my direction, demanding her attention. Her eyes open and land on me, while in my peripheral vision I note Wyatt reaching over to grab the bottle of lube from the drawer of the nightstand.

Letting go of Daisy’s chin, I tell her, “You’re going to let us take care of you, Daisy.”

It’s not a question, like Owen had posed it. She needs to hear us, to hearthis. We’ll always be there for her. Sometimes, it’s good to remind her of our devotion to her. I never want her to think that we take her for granted.

Daisy’s nod is a bit more certain this time, even though she doesn’t stop moving her hips against Owen’s. Owen’s hands grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. Her bra is quickly removed next. When she’s naked, the three of us drink in the sight of her. The scars on her body do nothing to quell our hunger for the woman who owns our souls.

Entranced, Owen, Wyatt and I move. Hands caress her body, and lips are pressed against her beautiful brown skin. My mouth finds her nipple while Owen claims her mouth. Wyatt presses a hand between her shoulder blades to push her forward as he comes up behind her, then reaches down lubes her back entrance.

Together, the four of us sink into a brilliant oblivion.

Daisy’s soft pants, eager moans, and desperate whines litter the tight space. Wyatt leans in to praise her as he sinks his cock between her cheeks and into her body from behind. I can feel her stiffen and struggle to take both of my friends, but she does it. Shealwaysmanages to accommodate us. It’s just proof we were meant for one another. Her body is greedy for touch,ourtouch, and we’re eager to give it to her. There’s nothing we’ve thrown at her that she can’t handle.

My hand dives between her legs, brushing the base of Owen’s dick before finding Daisy’s clit. She cries out. The sound is eaten by Owen who deepens their kiss and rocks his hips in time with Daisy’s rolling. Wyatt moves with them.

“Owen,” Daisy gasps, pulling her mouth away. Wyatt leans forward and places kisses along her shoulder. “Wy.” She looks at me next with hooded eyes. “King…”

Her body shudders as her hands fly out to hold on to Owen’s shoulders.

“Come on, Daisy. Let go for us,” Owen urges.

Wyatt sucks at the section of skin where her shoulder and neck meet. When he pulls away, there’s a pink mark beneath her brown skin.

“You’re taking us so well, Pretty Flower,” Wy encourages, his hips moving faster. “But now it’s time to cum. You can do that for us, can’t you? Let me see you bloom.”

Daisy’s head falls back as her body tenses. Her breath catches in her throat, and I watch her expression crumble as pleasure shoots through her body. She cries out as she turns into a quivering mass of nerves. My fingers don’t stop circling her clit, Wyatt doesn’t stop thrusting into her ass, but Owen? He finds his release with her, jerking his hips up to shoot his cum as deep into her womb as possible. Their lips meet as their bodies sag. He whispers something against her lips, but whatever it is, I miss it.

They pull away and share a look.

It’s broken when Wyatt wraps his forearm around her chest, and presses his body into hers from behind as he finds his release next.

“Fuck, you’re so damn perfect, Daze,” he groans loudly.

She sags into Owen’s chest and Wyatt goes with her. I lean against the headboard beside them before reaching out to take Daisy’s hand. She’s utterly relaxed now. The tension in the room that I walked into has lessened. A small smile pulls at the corners of my mouth.

Mission get-Daisy-to-unwind has been accomplished.

Tonight, we’re going into a situation we can’t possibly be prepared to face. We’ll either end up all walking away, or we’ll all fall. There’s no in between. No matter what, we’re going to make sure justice prevails. At the end of the day, if I end up in a grave next to this vicious goddess, it would be an honor.

“Hey, Owen?” Wyatt asks.

Owen hums before he responds, “What?”

“Did you really have to throw my box of skin-fetti against the wall?”

There’s a short pause between all of us. I blink, trying to both comprehend and not picture what that could possibly be. Knowing Wyatt, it could be anything. He’s strangely.

“Wy…” Daisy starts after a second. “Do I want to know what that is?”

Wyatt gives an exasperated sigh before rolling over to the edge of the bed. He strains his neck over before sucking in teeth in annoyance.

“Damn it, Owen!” he cries out. Wyatt throws a hand toward whatever is on the floor. “Look at the mess you made!”

Daisy reaches over and pats him on the leg—the only limb she can reach while still laying on top of Owen. Wyatt sits up, his bottom lip jutting outward like a pouting child.

“It’s ok, I’ll help you clean it up,” she offers.

Wyatt looks at her, his sulking vanishing as unbridled adoration softens his features. He opens his mouth to say something, but Owen gets there first.

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