Page 50 of Hell Gate

“Good girl,” Alder rumbles.

“Mm, so good for us,” Matthias says.

The heated flush spreads like wildfire across my skin, engulfing my body in the erotic flames of ecstasy from what they’re doing to me. My fantasies are overlapping with reality.

Matthias pulls his fingers free. They’re glistening and he chuckles, curling his tongue around them to taste me.

The serpent-like forked tip still sends a jolt through me and a rush of air hisses past my lips. How would that devious, otherworldly tongue feel buried between my legs? In me? The thought drives me crazy. As if he can read the sensual places my mind goes, his warm gold eyes flare, the radiant flecks glowing to make them brighter.

Alder watches with hunger burning in his hardened green gaze. His own forked tongue flicks his lower lip, sending an answering thrum of desire to my core.

Another low laugh vibrates against my back and Matthias hikes my leather skirt higher, bunching it around my hips. I’m completely exposed like this. Alder’s chest collapses with the breath he forces out, focused on the way Matthias strips my panties the rest of the way off. He flings them and my face is seconds from spontaneously combusting because they arc through the car, landing up front.

“Where’d they land? Please tell me I got the gear shift. Twenty bucks if I did.”

Vale mutters something in an acidic tone I can’t decipher, too caught up in the depravity pricking my senses. I don’t want to stop though, lost to the aching need formore.

“Prop her foot on the seat,” Alder demands. He yanks on his seatbelt, the distinct sound of the taut material tearing audible as he shifts around for a better viewing position while Matthias complies, hitching my leg up.

“Not done yet, babe.” Matthias presses a trail of hot kisses over my jaw, teasing my ear with his wicked tongue. He uses the heel of his palm against my swollen folds, groaning when I rock against it for more. “Fuck. You make me want to drive my cock into you again and make you scream.”

Alder growls from the front seat. I guess he’s fine with watching his friend finger me, but he doesn’t want to see how Matthias fucks me.

“Fine, fine. But christ, I’m going to fuck you so good later. I’m going to rearrange your goddamn guts, baby.”

Matthias’ hard cock digs against my ass as he buries his fingers inside my pussy with a thrust that tears a frayed gasp from me. He fists my hair while he grazes his fangs over my throat. I arch against him, riding his fingers.

He nips my skin. “You want that, petal? You want me to bend you over and split you open on my dick?”

“Yes!” I’m too delirious to manage any coherent response other than begging for everything he wants to give me.

Somehow my eyes flutter open and lock with Vale’s in the rearview mirror. His eerie blue gaze burns into mine. My core spirals tighter with his eyes on me, piercing through me as senses are overwhelmed by the smoky scents filling the car from all three of them.

Is he picturing what Matthias said he’ll do to me later? Does he imagine it’s him bending me over instead? Liquid heat fills my core as my own imagination takes off with that thought. My heart stammers just as Matthias presses deeper and triggers another orgasm that shakes me to the bone.

I’m lost to wave after wave of heady, mind-blowing pleasure, the thrum in my chest going crazy. For a moment, my world isn’t tilted off its axis, the echo of rightness panging inside me.

When I stop quivering, Matthias uses the corner of his shirt to dab at the beads of sweat on my face and fixes my skirt before nestling me on his lap so I’m sideways, resting against him. His lips brush my forehead.

“Does she need water?” Alder asks.

Whoever decides to answer, I miss it, but no one shoves a drink in my face. I’m grateful for it because I don’t want to move. Matthias is comfortable and I’m pretty sure I’m a puddle. A chill moves over my leg and I feel the remnants of his ministrations dripping down my thigh. A tired smirk pulls at my lips at the thought of the car permanently stained with this memory.

“You did so good for us, pretty girl.” Matthias’ tone is affectionate and proud. It envelops me, igniting a glow of happiness in my chest. “Sleep now, petal.”

“We’ll wake you when we get there,” Vale says.

His voice is strange. Rougher and thicker than the detached iciness I’m used to from him. I like it.

Low murmurs fill the car, but I drift in a hazy toneless cloud, too wrung out to even worry about what had my thoughts racing before Matthias and Alder’s wicked game. I burrow further into Matthias’ arms and smile when they tighten around me. This is where I belong, the place I’ve searched for my whole life.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

LILY

“So… Can I have my underwear back?” I keep my voice low, but Alder hears my whisper to Matthias anyway when we climb out of the car later that night somewhere in Virginia.

“If you continue to taunt us because you’re the one who gets to have her, I’ll kill you,” he growls.

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