Page 49 of Hell Gate

I angle my head to give him awhat the fucklook. Smirking, he releases my hands and slips his fingers beneath my shirt, tracing the edge of my breast. I smother a shaky breath as he ignites a new burst of heat in me.

He lifts his brows in question—continue or stop? Rolling my lips between my teeth, I give a small nod.

This is wrong. We shouldn’t, not when Alder and Valerian are right there in the front seat. Yet I don’t stop him from caressing my hips and teasing the hem of my short skirt with a barely there touch. Part of me wants them to see, wants them to hear what it sounds like when I come. A pulsing hum fills my chest at the thought, urging me on.

He brushes light kisses along my shoulder, tracing maddening circles on the inside of my thighs. Then he stops until I wriggle, rubbing them together to help the throb in my clit. His mouth curves against my neck and he massages the softness of my legs, encouraging me to open for him. When I do, he rewards me by sneaking his hand up my skirt to stroke a knuckle along my pussy through my panties.

“So wet still,” he breathes against my ear so the others won’t hear.

My heart stutters as he pushes past them and strokes me. My legs spread wider and a soft sigh rushes out of me before I realize it. I swallow thickly as he slowly tortures me.

“Can you stay quiet while you take my fingers?” he whispers. “What about my cock? Do you think you could ride my cock without them knowing?”

A strangled noise catches in my throat as he pushes two fingers inside my pussy with little resistance, my body still loose from when he claimed me in the woods. Cursing under his breath, he curls them deep inside me, making my chest rise and fall as my hips roll, seeking more.

I forget about staying quiet when it becomes too much, clamping my legs around his wrist as my pleasure implodes in my core.

There’s no hiding what he’s doing to me anymore. We’re going to get caught. The bond wriggles in my chest and I clamp down on the dirty little thing dancing in excitement at the idea of Valerian and Alder watching this.

“S-stop,” I hiss. My head tips back on Matthias’ shoulder and my eyes slam shut against the sensation of his fingers stroking my folds. “Please. This is—they can hear…”

“Not just hear. Your scent is telling them everything about how good you feel right now,” he murmurs against the side of my neck, mouthing at my flushed skin with a hint of his fangs. His fingers circle my clit and I feel the curve of his grin branded into my throat when I shudder. “I’m not stopping until you’re soaking my hand, petal. I want you dripping for me, baby. I want you so wet you ruin the leather so none of us ever forget it.”

“Oh god.” I arch into his sinful touch, lost to the headiness of his filthy demand.

The game is over. It was over before we began. We both knew there was no way to hide this, no way I could be quiet. I forget about stopping, shuddering as he rubs the spot inside me that lights me up.

A rumble catches my attention. I look at Valerian, but he’s glaring ahead at the road, knuckles white on the wheel, the ink that normally covers them retreating up his wrists. My gaze slides to Alder and I gasp. He’s staring between my spread legs like I’m a feast waiting for him, intently fixated on every movement of Matthias’ hand. He reaches out and hesitates before placing his big hand on my knee, encouraging me to open my legs wider. My body quakes and another cry escapes me.

This is insane. I’m letting Matthias fuck me with his fingers in the back of the car while Alder gets a front row seat to the show—literally. But god, I can’t stop. It’s too good, too intense, too hot to ever stop.

“Slow down.” Alder’s deep rasp causes a pulse in my clit until his words register.

Matthias stops and I nearly whine. He soothes me with a sweet kiss to my jaw. “Hush, petal. I’ve got you.”

“She’s too close. Draw it out. Tease her.” Alder lifts his hypnotic green eyes to meet mine and my stomach clenches. “Make her beg for it.”

Fuck. Ohfuck.

Matthias’ mischievous laugh vibrates against me. “You dirty fucker.” He follows Alder’s directions, fingers playing with my pussy almost absently. “How many more times do you think I can make her come? I already wrung one out of her.”

“Don’t stop until she’s crying.”

Air punches out of my lungs and I bite down hard on my lip when Matthias thrusts a third finger into me without warning. The sound they make from how wet I am is obscene. In the mirror, Vale’s nostrils flare, but he remains silent while his demonic buddies have me at their complete mercy.

Instead of feeling ashamed and wanting to hide, a powerful thrill shoots through me. I feel beautiful, the sense chasing away the horrible voice in my head that whispers I’m not enough and makes me believe everyone will leave me alone.

But my demons won’t. Matthias claimed me, swearing I belonged to him. Alder watches me with desire filling his gaze. Valerian promised I’d never escape him.

They won’t leave me.

I don’t stop the moan that bursts from me as Matthias’ power vibrates inside my pussy while he teases my clit. He murmurs praise in my ear, taking me higher to teeter on the brink of falling.

“The whole fucking car smells like her.” Alder growls, his fingers shift and his claws dig into his seat.

“Smells like a beautiful sin,” Matthias purrs. “Ready to come again? C’mon, you can do it.” I shake my head, panting raggedly. It’s too much. If I come, I’ll split apart at the seams. “Yes you can. Do it for me. For us. Come for us, petal.”

His thumb presses down on my clit and he plunges his fingers deep within me, hitting the spot that makes me shatter with a stronger burst of sparks that ignite into a flame stroking me until I fall apart. The noise that tears from me doesn’t even sound human. All I know is sweet oblivion and the pleased murmurs from Matthias as I shake apart with another orgasm.

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