Page 184 of Broken Dreams

“Fucker,” Linus mutters.

“I missed getting to watch you kill him,” Christian says. “I heard he pissed himself a couple of times.”

“You can’t piss yourself without a urethra,” I say. “Kane did a very thorough job of destroying it before putting the wick down the slit of his cock.”

“Jesus,” he whispers. His cock should be shriveled by the thought of Bret’s dick candle and demise, but instead it’s rock hard. “When you all go in for torture, you don’t fuck around.”

“Does that turn you on?” Linus asks wickedly. “It’s too bad you’ve been shot.”

“Why? My cock still works very well,” Christian says. “If I grind it any more into Quinn’s ass, she’ll be wearing an indentation of it in her skin.”

I can’t help my laugh, shaking my head. He’s confident, that’s for damn sure.

“I want to move forward with you two,” he says. “I know that won’t be easy, I hurt you both. I just need to know if there is room in your life and hearts for me.”

Don’t freaking melt. Don’t do it.

“Fuck me,” Linus groans, burying his face in my tits as he hides under the blankets. My fingers push into his hair, tugging him back up. If I leave him down there for too long, he’ll have me naked from the waist down in seconds.

“I would say that’s a yes from Linus,” I say, sighing. “I can tell that you’re not the selfish man you were when we first met, Christian. I never imagined that you’d have calluses on your hands and build houses.”

“I do what I’m told and try not to get hit with any two by fours, but I’m enjoying it,” Christian rumbles. “I had to text the head person this morning to explain I got shot. I’ve shown up every day without fail.”

“You’re not doing any heavy lifting while you’re hurt,” I admonish. “Okay. I’m willing to see where this goes, Christian. My body clearly doesn’t want to move from where I am, and I’m trying this new thing called doing what feels right to me.”

“From murder to fucking, the pendulum runs wide on this,” Linus teases. “Hedge your bets, Christian.”

“I’ll proceed with caution, Linus,” he promises. “You’ve stopped shivering, Quinn. How are you feeling now?”

My shirt has managed to ride up my stomach, and his fingers are exploring the smooth, sensitive skin.

“Better,” I breathe. “Christian.”

“I’m being so good,” he says, as if he’s speaking to himself. “You’re both an addiction, under my skin, and in my blood. Being able to just talk with you is something I’ll never take for granted. Baby, tell me to get up.”

“I can’t,” I whimper. It’s true, I don’t want him to move away. I want more of this.

“You smell so sweet,” Linus says, pulling away the blankets to expose the way my thighs are squeezed together. “I need to eat your pussy, Quinn.”

“You heard him,” Christian growls. “How could you say no to that face?”

“She says it often,” Linus pouts, moving down my body to kiss my stomach. The cheeky omega also manages to suck on Christian’s finger too, and fuck me, I push my ass back against the alpha’s cock as I whine.

His answering grunt makes me worry that I’ve hurt him, but he purrs to help me relax.

“You’ve had an exhausting day, baby. Let Linus make you feel good,” he says, turning onto his back to drag me between his thighs. His thick cock is still pressing against my ass, and I swear, I may combust with need.

Linus crawls up our bodies to kiss me as he pushes up my shirt.

“I want to drown in your slick and look up at your gorgeous, flushed body,” he groans. “I need to remember that you’re safe, still with me, and that we’re winning today in this insane fight for happiness. Is that okay?”

How can I say anything but yes to that?

“Yeah, Linus. I’m okay with that,” I say, my voice strangled with emotion.

His answering heated gaze makes me feel as if I’m going to burn up as he removes my shirt so that I’m laying against Christian’s bare skin. I can feel the material of the bandage, again worrying that I’m going to hurt him.

“You’re exactly where I want you to be,” he murmurs, his hands ghosting up my skin. He never actually touches where I want, just drags his fingertips up my body.

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