Page 552 of Rage

Liam starts to move, and I let the two of them manhandle me as I run my palms over the expanse of muscle before me, and the thrill of him filling me nudges my mind back toward blank. Each time we come together better than the last as we learn each other’s rhythms, learn each other’s bodies. It’s simply exquisite.

The sharp crinkle of the second condom wrapper tearing has my eyes snapping open, and I twist to find Xander’s brows raised in question. “Game for taking us both?”

My breath halts at the thought. And my clit throbs. “More than game,” I whisper, my voice hard to find as excitement skitters through my system.

Xander grins, and Liam slides one of his big hands between us, running slow circles around my clit, easing me into a strange sex trance where all I’ve got is sensation, four hands working to bring me more pleasure than I should have, especially considering this night started with graves dug for each of us.

“You’re cheating,” I manage after who knows how much teasing.

“How so?” Xander asks, as he continues to twist and pinch my nipples gently.

“You promised me two dicks, and right now, I’ve only got one. One very nice dick, but still.”

Liam’s chuckle has my insides lighting up once again, but his deep voice by my ear has me getting improbably wetter. “We’re making sure you’re ready to take us both. Without lube, we’re not going to risk your ass.”

“Oh. Fun,” I breathe out, surprise and arousal mingling in the sound, as first one finger, then a second slip in alongside Liam inside of me.

“Lean forward, my sweet savage,” Xander whispers before nipping at my earlobe.

I follow the directions, eager to find out if this will feel as good as I imagine. The shift allows Xander to push even deeper, the stretch nearly overwhelming. But still, they make me wait as I grind myself against Liam’s fingers, wanting more. So much more. I’m ready to demand it when Liam gently presses against my clit, stalling out my words as my body leaps even higher.

The guys must have some unspoken communication, because the fingers disappear, and one of Liam’s big hands presses me closer to him, while one of Xander’s hands spans my back.

“Ready?” he asks.

“God yes. Please just fuck me,” I groan, the anticipation nearly killing me.

They both huff out strained laughs, then Xander slowly eases in, the stretch impossible, the sensation decadent. Some strange, high pitched mewing noise escapes me, and I don’t even care. This is so much—my brain is short circuiting from the intensity. Liam kisses me, coaxing me, begging my body to relax and let Xander in with slow circles of his fingers around my clit. And with a groan, Xander bottoms out, all of us frozen and vibrating from the enormity of it.

I’m so goddamn full. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, plastered between them both. All I know is that I don’t want this to end. I don’t want this to be a onetime thing, a memory built on adrenaline and danger.

I want this always. This level of care, of compassion, of challenge and excitement. I want it all. And I want it with the two of them.

Before I can voice my realization, Xander does as he’d promised, pulling out and slamming back in. Liam and I both shout, then he does it again, and again, my ears buzzing, my fingers clenched against Liam’s chest. All I can do is just take it. I’m a prisoner to my pleasure.

My lips tingle, my toes clench, and my heart thunders somewhere in my throat. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes, all of it so much that I’m desperate for the last bit of something to push me over the edge. The need for my demand of “more” like the tremor a moment before the true earthquake strikes.

Liam curses, and with a frustrated sound, he presses on my clit, hard, and I shatter. The world blanks, my body nothing but white-hot pleasure and motion. Hardly a moment later, first Liam, then Xander come too, all of us a shuddering mass of limbs, heat, weight, sweat, and blood. Liam’s chest rises and falls in an uneven rhythm, and Xander’s heart pounds hard enough for me to feel it through my back.

I fade into the unending pleasure, unable to form words, or even thoughts, just drifting in a space outside my body, but fully kept in a circle of strong arms.

Eventually, I’m coaxed out of the clouds by long, soothing caresses on my back and kisses feathered across my front like so many raindrops, each touch precious in its newness.

“Okay. You win this round,” I mumble, my face pressed against a freckled pec.

“Damn right I do,” Xander mumbles against my back.

“I’m fairly certain we all just won,” Liam says, one palm sliding from my shoulder to where my hand presses against his thundering heart.

“Meanwhile, I’m fairly certain I’m going to have to kill someone,” a voice says from a short distance away.

I don’t need to move to see who’s speaking. None of us do.

“Hey Eddie,” I say from the middle of my man sandwich.

A shirt lands over my head, blocking out the brightening sky. “Get your asses dressed. I don’t need to see anybody’s shit right now.”

“Or you could fuck off for another twenty minutes, boogerhead. You’re ruining my afterglow,” I reply.

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